I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 355
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Chapter 355
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Dana watched Ignis’s retreating figure as he walked away.
Where was Ignis going?
She didn’t know.
If they had left together, he said he would forget all his problems and start anew.
But since she had refused, he was probably going to solve his problems.
And I.
‘I also have to solve my problems…’
So I have to go. I have to move forward.
Dana turned around. And she slowly walked in the opposite direction from where Ignis was heading.
In front of Diane’s house, that man was there. Standing blankly in the rain, watching her as she slowly walked toward him.
As the distance between them gradually narrowed, she felt a strange sensation. As if screams were coming from somewhere far away, piercing through the sound of this rain.
A very strange feeling…
“Mother, Mother, no!”
Their screams.
“Run away! Honey, hurry and take the children and run!”
The screams from that day.
“Please, at least spare my younger brother, ahhh!”
The screams of the villagers that Danawin and Viego had left behind as they fled. This sound of rain was like those screams from that day. These raindrops felt like the blood that had soaked the ground that day.
That terrible sensation became more and more vivid. The closer she got to Karl Windsor…
“Sorry.”
She heard Viego’s guilt-ridden voice once again.
Dana let out a bitter laugh.
I told you that you don’t need to be sorry, Viego.
Everything that happened that day was all a gift from this person.
Before she knew it, Dana was standing in front of that slaughterer.
In the darkness, the man’s face revealed through the pale pouring rain was as innocent as a deer suddenly encountered in a forest at night. It was remarkably beautiful.
Disgustingly so.
“Dana.”
He reached out to her with his beautiful and gentle face. He brushed away the wet hair that hung over her face from the rain.
“Why are you walking around in the rain? What if you catch a cold?”
In the middle of this night, she had disappeared with Ignis and returned looking like a ghost.
“You already have a high fever.”
Yet he didn’t ask anything, he just worried about her.
“Are you okay?”
At that warmth, Dana felt nausea and chills wash over her simultaneously. She glared at his face while using all her strength to endure the urge to scream and run away and the fierce desire to slap him.
“It’s raining heavily, so let’s go inside first.”
He must have felt her hostility, yet he still had a frighteningly gentle expression. His eyes looked as if she were the most precious treasure of his life.
Being so affectionate. Being so kind.
But then why on earth…
“What did you do?”
Why didn’t you show any mercy to them?
“What did you do to the people of the upper village?”
If you’re someone who has such a warm side, then why.
“Did you really kill every single one of them without exception?”
Karl looked down at her quietly with gentle eyes. Dana questioned him fiercely.
“The bodies?”
His clear eyes seemed to understand nothing of what she was saying, yet at the same time seemed to grasp every last bit of her anger—eyes whose true thoughts were impossible to read.
These damn eyes that bewitched me.
“What did you do with the bodies!”
The moment she shouted because it was unbearable, crash—a thunderous sound shook the air.
“I burned them.”
Karl finally answered.
That answer seemed to viciously slap Dana’s cheek as it passed by. For a moment, all thought froze solid, then flowed like a torrent.
“You burned them?”
“Yes.”
“All of them?”
“Yes.”
Suddenly, reality came rushing in.
Dana finally realized that she had been caught in a dreamlike sensation all this time. Perhaps she had hoped all of this was a nightmare.
“Why, why on earth did you do such a thing?”
But it wasn’t a dream. It was reality.
Really, they were the same person. That cruel soldier from that day and this kind man who had captivated her were the same person.
“One of my subordinates was killed in that village. When I investigated, all the villagers turned out to be criminals, and punishing such people was my job at the time.”
“Was that the only way to punish them? Wasn’t the method of massacring all the villagers like that excessively cruel? Don’t you think you yourself are too cruel a human being?”
“I do think so.”
Karl acknowledged it as calmly as a still lake.
“That’s how I was back then. I’m sorry.”
For a moment, she was dumbfounded. Sorry? He’s sorry?
“Lies! You just don’t want me to hate you! So you’re pretending to be sorry to somehow appease me!”
Karl didn’t deny it. Dana glared at him fiercely and snapped.
“Fine. Let’s say punishing those people was your job. But wasn’t burning all the bodies too much?”
Dana’s fingertips trembled as she poured out her accusations. Her body, her heart, felt like they would shatter. It felt like they would break and crack in this rain.
“They were human beings too. Not trash that you could just burn and dispose of, but human beings. You could have at least made graves for them. Or at the very least, you could have just buried them in the ground. Couldn’t you have shown that much mercy?”
“Of course I could have.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
After a moment of silence, Karl Windsor answered slowly.
“There was no particular need to do so.”
At that moment, explosive anger erupted. Dana slapped him. She hit him with all her strength, hitting him again and again.
“Huff, huff…”
After struggling for a while, Dana finally collapsed almost falling against his chest, gasping for breath. Throughout it all, Karl had been gently supporting her back so she wouldn’t fall.
That careful consideration was truly terrible. It was annoyingly persistent. You’re supporting me even while I’m hitting you? In case I might collapse?
Karl’s persistent kindness was strangling her. It felt like her lungs would burst, making it hard to breathe.
“Let’s go inside first. Let’s go in and talk.”
Karl raised his hand over her head like a canopy to block the rain even a little, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders like a vine.
“Right now, Dana, your face is as pale as a blank sheet of paper. If you get any more soaked in the rain, it could be dangerous.”
It wasn’t to avoid this situation. It wasn’t to calm her anger either.
He was sincere. He was simply worried about her and spouting such words.
“Hmm? Dana.”
Ah, truly, how sweet those eyes were.
As if she were a person made of sugar, those insane eyes that would sweetly swallow even her resentment. She felt like she would slowly melt away in those eyes.
Under this downpour, like sugar, helplessly…
Dana, Danawin was afraid of that. She was suddenly terrified that even this hatred might melt away.
If I don’t hate that man, I can no longer be called Danawin, and if Danawin disappears, if that happens.
Viego would be sad.
“Let go!”
Dana roughly shook off his hand and turned around. She ran. No, she fled.
Crossing the rainy streets, not knowing where she was going, just with all her might…
“Ah!”
The next moment, her ankle twisted on the slippery wet road. It was the moment she was about to fall forward.
Strong arms wrapped around Dana’s waist.
That strength caught her falling forward and lifted her up. Iron-like arms held her as if imprisoning her. Dana flailed her limbs wildly and swung her fists.
“Let go!”
Karl didn’t let go. Rather, he held her even more firmly and walked through the rain with long strides.
“I said let go, let go!”
I- Danawin Windsor hate Karl Windsor enough to want to kill him.
But I, another me, he…
“I’ll kill you!”
“Yes.”
“Really, you, I’m going to kill you!”
“Alright. Let’s do that.”
“Let this go! I said let go, let go! Let go!”
But she had reached her limit too.
Unbearable dizziness washed over her. Dana collapsed like a doll with cut strings.
“Bad… bastard…”
Her consciousness slowly sank into darkness. She persistently spat out curses.
“Really, I hate you… I can’t forgive you.”
No.
The one I can’t forgive is myself.
Even in this moment, feeling this embrace as warm, I can’t forgive myself…
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Afterwards, the aftereffects hit her strongly. Dana lost consciousness and suffered from burning fever.
“My goodness, look at that fever. Her body is like a fireball.”
When she briefly regained consciousness, she was lying on the bed in Diane’s cottage. And Diane was looking down at her with pitying eyes.
“Dana, are you conscious? Are you okay?”
Dana moved her dry lips.
I’m not okay.
“Just bear with it a little. Karl went to get fever medicine. We don’t have any medicine at home…”
I don’t need it. Medicine from that person-
And then, blackout.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw Karl. He was sitting by the bedside, quietly looking down at her.
“What to do. She keeps spitting it out…”
He muttered as if troubled.
“Dana, don’t do that and take your medicine. Okay?”
The area around her lips was sticky. It seemed she kept spitting out the liquid medicine he was giving her.
Karl held a spoon of medicine to her lips and spoke pleadingly.
“Okay? Just swallow it once.”
No. Take it away. I don’t want to take medicine from you.
“Please, Dana. Please, just once…”
Karl gently pushed the spoon into her mouth. Dana wanted to spit it out, but without realizing it, she swallowed the fever medicine down her throat.
Then she could see Karl’s relief.
Don’t pretend to be caring… As if I don’t know your true nature…
Dana struggled to move like that.
Then Karl quietly muttered something.
She couldn’t hear it.
Blackout again.
And…
When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was a completely different scene.
No Karl, no Diane, no, not even Diane’s cottage,
A completely unfamiliar place.
A dark room with only one candle lit.
And men sitting around a round table.
“What I want is one thing.”
Then one man spoke first. It was a man Dana knew.
Viego.
“To conduct Dana’s witch trial privately.”
Am I dreaming of him because I miss Viego?
Viego, with his hair neatly swept back as always, in perfect formal attire, was speaking quietly.
“Also, while Dana stays at the Papal Court, no torture should be inflicted on her, and until a definite conclusion is reached, she should be treated with respect as a duchess.”
Who is Viego talking to?
Dana looked at the man sitting across from him.
It was someone wearing a deep dark green robe with the hood pulled low. His face wasn’t clearly visible, but a few strands of hair glimpsed under the hood glittered like gold thread.
Could that man be.
‘The Pope?’
Dana was shocked. It really was Pope Justio.
Is Viego making such demands to the Pope right now? There’s no way he’d grant such requests, the Pope would try to kill me the moment he sees me-
“Is there a reason I should grant the Duke’s request?”
Unexpectedly, the Pope answered quite mildly, more than expected.
Ah. I see.
This is a dream.
Dana was certain. This was an impossible combination unless it was a dream.
Viego and Justio.
There’s no way they would have a conversation in a small secret room as if having a private meeting.
“Please judge whether this would be sufficient reason, Your Holiness.”
Viego presented documents on the round table.
The Pope lifted the documents Viego presented with an expressionless face. Page by page, the Pope’s eyebrows hardened as he read through the documents.
After a moment, having checked all the documents, the Pope asked coldly.
“Duke Windsor. What is this.”
“Reasons why the divine oracle delivered through the Somora Church’s holy relic shouldn’t be trusted. These are materials supporting that.”
“Are you threatening me right now?”
“I think it’s closer to a deal than that.”
“A deal. What can I gain from this deal?”
“Karl Windsor.”
Silence fell.
Just by not immediately refusing, Dana knew that the Pope was showing interest in this deal.
“I know that Your Holiness has suspected that man of being a demon for a very long time.”
Viego spoke slowly.
“I will deliver him to Your Holiness.”
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