I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 97

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Chapter 97

Karl was expressing violent anger.

“Where! Where are such things circulating!”

Dana was impressed.

It seemed Karl’s acting ability was a step above her own.

Right now he looked like a genuinely angry guardian.

“The evidence is preserved at the Military Academy. The inspector in charge asked us to bring the Lady.”

“Good. Come, let’s go quickly!”

There was no need to act so energetically.

His position as her guardian was already secure anyway…

‘That person really lives earnestly too.’

Not stopping his acting for even a single moment.

* * *

The police guided them to the Military Academy.

“Thank you so much for coming all the way here personally. Lady Danae Windsor. I am Inspector Billod Lancaster.”

The police officer in charge of the case was a young man around Dana’s age, the second son of the Lancaster Family.

“I am Karl Windsor. I am Danae Windsor’s uncle.”

“It’s an honor. I’ve heard much about your reputation, Sir Karl.”

Billod Lancaster spoke in a somewhat mocking tone as he shook hands with Karl. Then he turned his gaze to Danae.

“By any chance, has the Lady ever commissioned an artist to paint a nude painting of herself?”

“How could that be possible.”

This time too, Karl answered.

“Dana would never do such a thing. Some bastard must have drawn it from his imagination.”

Because of Karl, Dana was gradually losing energy.

‘Why has he been butting in like this since earlier?’

He was completely blocking her opportunity to speak.

Dana grabbed Karl’s arm and pressed it gently while looking up at him.

‘Please stop showing off.’

Fortunately, perhaps reading that look, Karl became slightly dejected and stepped back.

“Uncle is right.”

Dana, finally regaining her right to speak, said.

“I have never requested such a nude painting, nor have I ever been a model.”

“Well. For that to be the case, it resembles you far too much.”

Then a gaze with a somewhat subtle temperature swept over her from top to bottom.

As if comparing her with the painting in his mind.

“Inspector, you’d better handle your gaze properly.”

As expected, Karl, who was very sensitive to looks, gave a subtle warning.

Fortunately, Billod quickly withdrew his inappropriate gaze from her.

“Would you like to check the paintings? We’re keeping the nude paintings that the murdered military cadets possessed.”

“Fine.”

Up until this point, Dana hadn’t given it much thought.

After all, they were just paintings. Since they weren’t photographs but paintings, she didn’t feel much sense of crisis.

However, a moment later.

Dana literally almost vomited.

‘What is this.’

The very precisely painted oil paintings were no different from photographs.

In the paintings was herself—Danae Windsor.

Without a single thread covering her from head to toe.

“You call this a nude painting?”

Karl muttered in a daze.

“This isn’t a nude painting. This is…”

Before him, unable to continue his words, dozens of paintings were displayed.

All of them were shockingly obscene.

As Karl said, this wasn’t just a nude painting. This was nothing more or less than obscene material that insulted the subject in the painting.

Then Karl walked straight toward the paintings. Since he clearly intended to destroy them, the police officers quickly blocked his way.

“These paintings are important evidence. You cannot damage them.”

“Important evidence?”

“That’s right.”

“Then you should preserve them more properly. Several people have already seen them. Dana’s paintings.”

They were displayed openly in front of the dozen or so police officers and policemen here.

“Don’t worry. We’re managing them thoroughly so no one except those involved can see them.”

At the inspector’s words, even the pretentious smile disappeared from Karl’s eyes. He made a laughing sound with just his mouth.

“Who else has seen that. Inspector Lancaster, those police officers there, and who else?”

When he asked threateningly, Inspector Lancaster replied as if it were absurd.

“Why? Are you perhaps thinking of gouging out their eyeballs?”

Eyeballs.

At that word, Dana suddenly regained her composure.

‘Right, this person really is the type to do that.’

Dana grabbed Karl’s arm again and pulled him back.

“I’m fine, Uncle. Please calm down.”

“…”

This time too, Karl obediently closed his mouth.

‘What. He listens surprisingly well.’

Anyway, thanks to that, she regained her composure.

And because of that, she realized something.

That there was a common element in all the paintings before her eyes.

‘Every painting has a moon and Moonlight Flowers drawn in it.’

Whether day or night, indoors or outdoors.

In some form, the paintings contained moons and Moonlight Flowers.

Moons and Moonlight Flowers—symbols representing the Moon God.

Could this be a coincidence?

‘No, it’s not a coincidence.’

And this is not an ordinary painting.

Of course, the people who commissioned these paintings would just be garbage perverts.

But the artist who painted these is no ordinary person.

Dana was certain.

This was one of the missionary activities of the heretics who worship the Moon God.

‘That crazy religion is trying to use me as a means for their missionary work…’

The reason for drawing such things was obvious too.

To spread their doctrine.

Their claim was that humans are beings who love each other, and since physical love is the ultimate expression of love, they should pursue a world where everyone loves.

‘To put it bluntly, their doctrine is to have lots of sexual intercourse.’

In other words, these nude paintings were an excellent means for spreading their doctrine.

These paintings were successfully stimulating lust and inducing the release of sexual desires.

Moreover, the Moon God was originally an incarnation of lust.

Therefore, those blessed by the Moon God are said to be periodically overwhelmed by intense lust and transform like beasts— in Dana’s view, that wasn’t a blessing but a curse.

‘What a truly repulsive religious order.’

That’s why there were once stories that the Moon God was similar to a demon. One of the seven symbols of demons was lust, after all.

Dana suppressed her churning stomach and asked Inspector Lancaster.

“Where can these paintings be purchased?”

“They appear to be secretly sold at a specific club house.”

“A club house, meaning a place only gentlemen can enter?”

“That’s correct. I hear they issue membership cards only to those who purchase the paintings.”

Inspector Lancaster looked intently at Dana’s face as he spoke.

“What’s peculiar is that they only take orders for paintings of Danae Windsor— Lady Windsor.”

“….”

“Presumably because the demand is that solid.”

It was insulting, but she could roughly guess the reason.

‘Danae Windsor’. They were insulting none other than the Crown Prince’s fiancée and the Duke’s daughter of the Windsor Family.

If the secret leaked out, everyone would be in danger.

‘So secrecy is better maintained, and the solidarity among members is stronger.’

And the heretics would use that sense of belonging for missionary activities. She shuddered at their malicious cunning.

“It seems Lady knows nothing about these paintings.”

“Yes. I had no idea at all.”

“I see.”

Inspector Lancaster’s eyes became very dark.

“Then do you know anything about my younger brother Justin Lancaster’s death?”

“….”

Dana stared at Inspector Lancaster intently, then shook her head.

“No. Nothing at all.”

* * *

After the evidence examination was finished.

Dana asked the police officers for a moment’s understanding, then grabbed Karl and went out to the corridor terrace.

“Uncle. Did you happen to notice?”

“Hm? Notice what?”

Karl tilted his head.

“That those paintings are the work of heretics?”

“….”

As expected, he had noticed.

“I absolutely cannot forgive those people.”

“Of course. I can’t forgive them either.”

“So, Uncle.”

Dana whispered something in his ear. Then Karl’s eyes widened as he stammered.

“Wh-what did you just say, Dana? You want me to meet that artist and order paintings of you?”

“Yes. Please get a membership card for that club house.”

Then Karl became serious and refused.

“I can’t do such a thing. Just looking at them is painful, so how could I go and place an order directly?”

“But that club house only accepts high-ranking nobles, especially gentlemen.”

“Even so, I’d have to personally request with my own mouth to draw you this way and that way, and I absolutely can’t do it. Besides, do you think they’d accept me as a customer? It’s obvious they’d be suspicious and refuse.”

Dana pretended to hesitate for a moment, then blurted out.

“Then you could just act.”

“What?”

“If you put your whole heart into acting like you have peculiar tastes… wouldn’t they believe it too?”

“….”

“Mm, I think you could do it well.”

Karl opened his mouth as if shocked.

“I’m not good at acting, Dana.”

Lies. I’ve never seen an actor as excellent as you.

“I can’t even imagine it. How could I perform such filthy, terrible, vulgar acting… Oh my, why are you crying? Hm?”

When Dana pressed her lips together and tears welled up in her eyes, Karl grabbed her face and flustered.

“Alright, I understand. I understand, so don’t cry. Okay?”

But you’re not the only one good at acting. Unfortunately.

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