My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 100

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Chapter 100
“…What did you say?”
“It wasn’t because of the Black Apostles. And the villagers’ symptoms aren’t madness. They’re merely temporary hallucinations.”
Rachel’s brow twisted at those words.
Not madness? Merely temporary hallucinations?
‘That can’t be right.’
Fifteen years. Fifteen people total, strung upside down from trees and burned alive.
I remember the pitch-black smoke that curled toward the heavens and the bestial flames. The screams, the tears, the resentment, even the curses.
The memories were so vivid they sometimes felt nauseating.
So what?
Everything was my delusion?
A hollow laugh escaped her lips—a laugh tinged with fury.
“It was all a misunderstanding on your part, Miss Rachel.”
Each word from Kanna Adis became a finger coiling around her throat, tightening slowly with deliberate pressure.
“Miss Rachel, are you listening? A misunderstanding, I said.”
Her breath caught. The air grew thin.
“I discovered the reason today while walking through the village. It wasn’t madness at all.”
The suffocation deepened.
“This village sits on an island surrounded by sea, so the humidity is higher than inland. That’s why…”
“Stop!”
A piercing scream tore through the air.
“Stop, stop!”
Her breath fractured into jagged fragments, scattering like dust.
Only after releasing those frail gasps did she realize the voice was her own.
“Stop it! I don’t want to hear any more!”
Rachel shook her head wildly, her gaze fierce as she glared into Kanna Adis’s dark eyes and issued a command.
“Don’t try to deceive me with hollow words!”
The moment their eyes met, Kanna Adis felt her tongue lose its strength.
“If it isn’t the Black Apostles, the truth will come to light soon enough! What are you so afraid of?”
Kanna Adis’s gaze turned cold. Now it was certain.
‘This woman has no desire to know the truth at all.’
Even if what she believed contradicted reality, Rachel would refuse to listen. She would plug her ears and see only what she wished to see.
‘And people’s lives hang in the balance.’
Revulsion churned in Kanna Adis’s heart like molten lava.
“Miss Rachel, you possess no ability whatsoever.”
Rachel’s lips stiffened at once.
“Well, unless you count the ability to believe your own delusions as truth—then perhaps you do have an ability.”
A woman lost in the delusion of her own importance. A woman who believed herself blessed with mystical power.
Through that delusion, she had killed countless people.
‘Though she probably doesn’t even realize she killed them.’
That was what truly repulsed me.
To slaughter innocent people and then believe with absolute conviction that it was a sacred act.
And not only that—she was systematically eradicating any seed of doubt, terrified that she might have erred, that the truth might be exposed.
“A saint? Special abilities? That’s delusion taken to absurd extremes.”
Kanna Adis glared at Rachel with cutting reproach.
“Countless lives have perished because of your whims, your mere feelings. You sensed demonic energy? No. You simply selected the person you found most disagreeable.”
No. Rachel shook her head.
No, no. That couldn’t be.
That couldn’t possibly be.
“You are a saint, my lady.”
“This village enjoys peace because of the saint.”
“Everything is thanks to you, my lady.”
“You are someone special.”
That voice.
As Count Jerome’s words echoed in her mind, the turbulent ripples of doubt subsided into stillness.
“Everything will be proven during the purification ceremony.”
Rachel’s heart had grown calm once more.
“If I am right, the madness will vanish again. I will prove it. So please, Duchess, participate in that ceremony and prove that you are not a Black Apostle.”
With those words, Rachel rose abruptly from her seat. The conversation was over.
“This is something the High Priest himself has approved. God watches over us, so I pray you do nothing foolish.”
Finally, Rachel left the room.
The moment she closed the door, overwhelming exhaustion crashed down upon me.
‘What on earth is that woman?’
As I released a heavy sigh, tap-tap-tap—the sound of knocking came from the window.
“…Claude Azel?”
A drenched blond man hung suspended outside the window.
‘The Duchess.’
Drenched in the downpour, Claude’s lips moved soundlessly.
‘Is that woman the Duchess?’
* * *
“You’ve arrived?”
Orsini Adis had just appeared. Jerome hurried after him.
“Count Orsini, you must be exhausted. How was it today? I haven’t heard any news of the Black Mist.”
“Northern Forest. It appeared briefly, then vanished.”
Orsini Adis answered curtly without slowing his pace.
“I see. It’s fortunate there was no damage.”
Jerome struggled to match Orsini Adis’s long strides as he continued speaking—about his sister, whom Orsini Adis had despised since childhood.
“But have you heard? Last night, the Duchess of Valentino displayed signs of madness. And she is now suspected of being a Black Apostle.”
“…”
Isn’t that a topic you’d enjoy?
Count Jerome examined Orsini’s expression with anticipation. Yet Orsini’s face remained unchanged, as though he hadn’t heard a word.
‘How strange. I was certain he despised Kanna Adis.’
Then shouldn’t he be pleased by her insult? Count Jerome tried once more.
“Your grace, your tolerance truly knows no bounds. How did you endure childhood alongside such a vile woman? She is utterly beneath your station. Truly….”
At that moment, Orsini rose abruptly from his seat. The sudden movement caused Count Jerome to halt as well.
“Your grace?”
Orsini turned slowly, his gaze bearing down upon him. The instant their eyes met—those emerald orbs.
“…!”
Without warning, a fist hurtled through the air. Count Jerome didn’t even have time to scream before he crashed against the wall.
“Ugh!”
There was no moment to recover.
Immediately, a brutal hand seized him. Orsini grabbed Count Jerome by the collar and hoisted him effortlessly into the air. The terrifying grip tore his garments, and his body dangled helplessly.
“Why, why are you…! Hack!”
In an instant, a thunderbolt crashed across his face.
To Count Jerome, it truly felt like lightning. His vision flashed white, and searing pain split through his skull.
“What did you say?”
Beyond the excruciating agony, a ghastly voice echoed.
“Say it again, you bastard.”
Orsini hurled Count Jerome’s body mercilessly against the ground. As he raised his foot to kick.
“Orsini!”
At that moment, Rachel’s scream pierced through the corridor.
“What are you doing!”
Rachel rushed forward and caught Count Jerome. She stifled a gasp.
“Good heavens, Count Jerome….”
His face was completely shattered and drenched in blood!
“How, how could you do this.”
That Orsini would do such a thing.
Rachel’s pupils trembled with shock. She simply couldn’t believe it.
“Why are you doing this? What could Count Jerome have possibly done wrong!”
“Move.”
“What reason could you have for this? You’re not that kind of person, Orsini! Why!”
“He irritated me.”
At Orsini’s sardonic reply, Rachel’s tongue froze solid.
‘What?’
He irritated him? He beat a man senseless because he irritated him? Just what could Jerome have said to provoke such a reaction!
Orsini muttered in a dangerously low voice.
“You’re not moving?”
She wanted to protest, but before those predatory eyes, Rachel was seized by primal terror. Her legs trembled uncontrollably.
As she hastily stepped aside, Orsini passed without hesitation. The sensation was like a blade grazing her ribs—chilling and sharp.
“Ugh… Ah, are you alright, miss?”
“Count Jerome.”
“Miss, I apologize. It is my inadequacy….”
“Orsini has been cursed.”
Rachel exhaled sharply, her breath ragged.
“He’s been cursed. Changed like everyone else.”
He was never like this before.
He was like a crystal sphere.
But then, he suddenly changed.
The turning point was unmistakable.
Rachel clenched her fists tightly.
“We must perform a purification ritual at once.”

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