I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 99

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Chapter 99

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Some time after that.

Viego Windsor returned from his business trip.

He was not alone. He returned with a young priest, who was unpleasantly a priest serving the Moon God.

‘What’s with that guy.’

Perhaps because she had suffered so much from that religion, Dana couldn’t view the priest favorably.

However, Viego received his guest with the priest by his side.

The guest, Inspector Billod Lancaster.

“So, you’re asking for cooperation in the investigation?”

“That’s correct.”

Billod Lancaster, who had explained the events so far, insisted strongly.

“We’re gradually getting a grasp on the club members now. I don’t know if you’re aware, but Karl Windsor has successfully joined the club.”

“….”

“However, since the murder incident, the club members are also being cautious, so meetings to sell paintings won’t be held for a while.”

“And so.”

“We’re planning to conduct a sting operation.”

Billod Lancaster showed Viego the painting obtained from the dead military cadets.

“We plan to spread rumors about selling this painting to catch the murderer.”

“….”

“Lady Danae Windsor has agreed, but what do you think, Duke?”

“Go ahead.”

Viego answered readily. Then he added sarcastically.

“She agreed to it herself. I have nothing more to say.”

“Thank you for your cooperation. We’ll catch the culprit soon.”

As Billod finished speaking and was about to leave with the painting.

“Leave it behind.”

“…Excuse me?”

Billod, who had been turning to leave, stopped at Viego’s words. Viego gestured with his chin.

“The painting, leave it behind.”

At those words, Billod hesitated for a moment, but there were many paintings obtained as evidence anyway. He left the painting and exited the room.

“You leave too, Danae Windsor.”

What an unpleasant man.

The Windsor direct line had been made an object of mockery, yet he didn’t even change his expression. Dana left the room feeling offended.

Finally, only Viego and the priest remained in the room.

The priest was somehow tense with a dismayed expression.

“Priest Nelton.”

Viego stepped aside as if telling him to look at the painting.

“What do you think of this painting?”

Then he tapped the moonlight flower and moon in the painting with the tip of his cane.

“As you can see, it seems like the work of your colleague.”

“I apologize. I wonder who on earth drew such a painting….”

As the priest carefully apologized, Viego put down his cane and unfastened the cufflinks on his shirt sleeves, rolling them up. Then.

Smack!

He slapped the priest across the face.

“Kugh!”

The priest fell to the ground. Viego tapped the fallen priest’s knee with the tip of his shoe.

“Get up.”

“Y-Your Grace….”

“I said get up.”

The priest barely managed to get up awkwardly. Immediately, Viego slapped his cheek again.

Smack!

For a moment, it felt like his skull was ringing. Blood poured from his nose, his lips split, and teeth flew out.

Thud! The priest, who hit his head against the wall, collapsed. Viego walked over and stood in front of the priest again.

“Get up.”

“Y-Your Grace, please listen to me….”

“Should I help you up?”

The priest got up trembling with a terror-stricken face. And again, a palm like an iron bar came flying.

Smack!

“Get up.”

“I-I’m sorry, Your Grace.”

Smack!

“Get up.”

“Y-Your Grace, please, sob….”

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

How many more slaps did he receive?

The priest blinked his eyes.

Had he fainted briefly? The Duke’s smooth black shoes were right in front of his eyes. He had collapsed with his face pressed against the carpet.

“Get up.”

“….”

It was like a torturer’s technique. Not enough to make him faint for long, but the skill of a torturer who inflicted shuddering pain.

The priest got up with his blood-covered face.

Fortunately, it seemed he had no intention of hitting him more, as Viego was refastening the buttons on his pristine white shirt sleeves.

He glanced at the painting and said.

“Explain.”

“I apologize. It seems like radical priests caused this incident.”

“Bring them before me.”

“O-Of course. I’ll bring them and discipline them thoroughly.”

“Discipline?”

Viego wiped the blood splattered on his palm with a handkerchief and raised the corner of his mouth.

“Diana, whom you so worship, will do the disciplining.”

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Several more days passed.

“Here, a letter has arrived for Karl Windsor.”

The secretary delivered a letter from Karl.

[This club is too scary, Dana.]

[It’s very, very scary, but I’m staying strong for you. Please pray for my safe return.]

‘Why is this guy acting cute even in letters?’

Dana threw the letter into the fireplace.

Karl had truly succeeded in becoming a member of that club house. He had infiltrated and was feeding information.

‘What could be more terrifying than himself?’

A man who gouges out people’s eyes and breaks their jaws when things go wrong—what could he possibly be whimpering about being scared of?

Still, he was quite diligent.

‘He must be busy with the Retilan Mine development project.’

During such a busy time, he was making time to do even this kind of work.

‘This is why I was so completely fooled all this time.’

In fact, even now, if she didn’t stay sharp, she felt like she’d be fooled again. That’s how utterly devoted he was.

“Bazelan Caravaggio is still reported missing.”

At the secretary’s continued report, Dana clicked her tongue.

It seemed like that man was the artist who had painted her portrait.

“Where on earth could he have disappeared to?”

“Well. If he really is the artist who painted that nude painting, he might have fled after seeing the military cadets get murdered. Or…”

Lete swallowed his words, but Dana knew what he was about to say.

Or, he too had been murdered.

“Who on earth could have done such a thing?”

“Well…”

Lete gazed quietly at the firelight before speaking.

“Whoever it is, one thing is certain—they love you, Miss.”

“You think so?”

“Unless they’re a madman who enjoys killing, that would be the case. Of course, I’m not defending that murderer.”

“…”

A while later, after the secretary left, Dana lay down on the bed.

For some reason, she felt restless and couldn’t fall asleep.

‘Come to think of it, didn’t they say they were conducting a sting operation today?’

Who could the culprit be?

The first face that came to mind was, of course, Lyos.

“Even in death, you’ll be buried beside me.”

Crazy bastard. Dana gripped the blanket tightly.

‘Ridiculous. That pathetic loser who used to hide and cry.’

What was this, some kind of burial sacrifice?

A prideful crybaby. How did he turn into such trash?

He regarded her as his possession. So he might have been displeased that his possession was being humiliated and committed murder…

…Or maybe not.

‘Let’s stop thinking about it.’

Anyway, when she woke up tomorrow, that murderer would be caught. She’d know their identity soon enough.

She was tired, so she should just sleep. Dana closed her eyes.

But along with the darkness, thoughts kept flooding in.

‘Back then, I could have seen the murderer’s face.’

When she had glimpsed the Memory of the Land before.

Dana had definitely seen the form of that murderer who killed Justin Lancaster.

Yes, it was still vivid even now.

Justin Lancaster running through the grass field.

Bang! The bullet that struck his shoulder.

“Pl-please, hiiik, aaugh…”

To him groaning and crawling like a bug, bang! Another bullet hit mercilessly.

“Please, please, please…”

Justin pleaded with his tear-stained face. To the murderer who had approached right in front of him, he begged while crying.

“I won’t, I won’t approach Danae anymore. I was wrong, I’ll never do it again, so please!”

Though he cried and begged, the murderer was merciless. Silently raising the gun barrel.

“Please, please, please! Spare me!”

As if about to fire, placing a finger on the trigger. And at that moment. In that instant.

“—!”

…Come to think of it, Justin seemed to have shouted something then.

“Please!”

What was it? That final voice.

“Please, please—!”

Justin’s last words in life. They were definitely.

“Noah!”

Ah.

She remembered.

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