My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 106

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Chapter 106
The High Priest’s testimony struck the villagers like thunder and lightning, shattering every belief that had sustained them until now.
And cracks began to form.
“…Rye?”
“Because of rye? I went mad from eating spoiled rye?”
“That’s right, now that I think about it, I went mad after eating rye bread!”
It started as a quiet murmur at first.
“Then, what about all the people who died?”
“Were they burned at the stake for eating rye?”
“For the sin of being poor?”
The voices grew hotter and rougher by the moment.
“The reason the Saint had no madness was because she never ate rye?”
“Then she’s not a Saint at all?”
Finally, the truth behind the truth was laid bare.
And in that same instant, sharp gazes crashed down like waves. They became arrows that pierced through Rachel.
“But wait—you said you clearly felt magic, didn’t you?”
“You said my brother was burned at the stake! That it was the Black Apostles!”
“Bring our mother back!”
Finally, a massive outcry erupted.
Intense hostility, murderous intent, betrayal—under the crushing weight of it all, Rachel’s legs trembled uncontrollably.
‘No.’
It was a lie.
Rachel’s convulsing lips fumbled for words.
“That’s… that can’t be! I—”
“Then why don’t you prove it?”
At Kanna Adis’s signal, Claude brought forward a basket overflowing with bread. Rye bread.
“The Lord of Paelon’s daughter shall prove it here and now.”
And then she smiled, ever so sweetly.
“Are you uncertain?”
She simply returned the words Rachel had spoken the night before.
“If Miss Rachel truly is a Saint, and if the villagers truly suffered madness from the Black Apostles, then eating this rye bread should cause no harm whatsoever.”
The residents cried out.
“Yes! Prove it!”
“Eat the bread right now, in front of all of us!”
“Prove it at once!”
“Prove it! Prove it!”
Under the deafening roar that assaulted her ears, Rachel’s face turned ashen. Kanna Adis watched that delicate figure with emotionless eyes.
This was as good as a public execution.
A delusional woman’s few words had sent countless people to the stake. No matter how much she was the Lord of Paelon’s daughter, she could never escape punishment.
‘I never intended to go this far.’
At first, I thought she was a woman so foolishly kind that she bordered on simple-minded.
She merely harbored misguided beliefs born from vanity, excessive self-consciousness, delusion, and ignorance.
That was certainly a sin as well, but I wanted to give her a chance—a chance to reflect upon herself.
‘But you spurned it.’
You even tried to frame me as a Black Apostle and have me executed.
Had I been an ordinary, powerless villager, I would have been hanged upside down from a tree and burned at the stake.
Like so many innocents who had died before me, that would have been my fate.
Therefore, I had no mercy to spare for her.
“Why aren’t you eating? Go on.”
Rachel’s arm trembled like an aspen leaf. Her eyes rolled wildly in her head.
‘What should I do? What?’
Count Jerome, wake up. Come to your senses.
What am I supposed to do now?
“You are surely a saint, Miss.”
Count Jerome was the first to call me a saint.
“You must be able to sense the mana. Try to feel it.”
Count Jerome was the first to reveal my abilities to me.
“The village is at peace because of the saint.”
“It is all thanks to you, saint.”
Crunch!
Rachel bit the flesh inside her mouth. The sharp pain jolted her mind awake.
“Miss, please save the village with a purification ritual.”
“A purification ritual?”
“Yes. Only you can do it, Miss.”
Count Jerome’s voice.
Recalling that resolute voice—the one that had awakened my abilities, that had initiated the purification ritual, that had steadied me whenever I wavered—my heart grew calm.
Yes. I am a saint.
I have purified this village all along.
Kanna Adis—that woman is an evil demon, a Black Apostle. She is deceiving these foolish villagers!
“Very well!”
Rachel reached out her hand with confidence.
“I shall prove it!”
She grabbed the rye bread roughly and shoved it into her mouth.
‘Ugh.’
It tasted horrible.
It was so utterly vile that she had never given it a second glance in her life. It was garbage bread—the kind she had taken a single bite of as a child before spitting it out immediately.
Yet Rachel chewed and swallowed one piece after another, two, three, four, until her stomach was ready to burst, as if to prove something.
Everything was for the sake of the villagers!
To save that poor soul led astray by the Black Apostle!
“Huff, huff.”
I ate until my belly was full and I gasped for breath.
“Oh dear, I’ve eaten far too much. The effects will manifest quickly, but the side effects beyond hallucinations will be severe…”
Kanna Adis muttered incomprehensibly beside me.
Boom! The sky split open.
“…Ah!”
Rachel startled and lifted her head. And she witnessed a miracle.
A radiance shimmering with seven colors poured down from above. The brilliant luminescence was so dazzling I thought my eyes would go blind!
“Ahhhhh!”
The next moment, a colossal tree root descended from the heavens.
The instant it touched the ground, the earth trembled with a thunderous boom. The violent vibration sent Rachel sprawling. With a deathly pale face, she stared at the tree.
The massive tree that descended from the sky—it was the World Tree!
“The, the World Tree…!”
The World Tree split open, and luminous fairies burst forth from within. They fluttered down and wrapped around her entire body.
“Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden.”
“Please merge with the World Tree, Holy Maiden.”
“Become the next divine spirit.”
“The World Tree is calling for you.”
“Please purify the Western Continent.”
The fairies whispered as they lifted Rachel upward. Her body rose weightlessly into the air. A dizzying sense of levitation drew an exultant cry from her lips.
“Ahhhh!”
She soared high into the heavens and finally nestled within the embrace of the World Tree. The World Tree’s sacred branches wrapped around her body.
‘This, this is it!’
This was the purification ceremony that divine spirits performed.
“Yes. I will save this world. I will purify the Demon Realm…!”
Rachel spread her arms wide and accepted the World Tree.
An irrepressible joy erupted from her chest. Tears streamed down her face. Tears of pure happiness.
Count Jerome was right.
I was the Holy Maiden.
I was destined to become a divine spirit…!
“I am a divine spirit! I am a divine spirit!”
And everyone watched the scene in stunned silence.
“…”
The sight of her sprawled on the platform, rolling about, tears streaming as she searched for fairies, her arms spread wide as she gazed up at the heavens.
“I am a divine spirit! Ahahahaha, I am a divine spirit!”
She looked like a madwoman.
Like so many villagers who had suffered from delusions.
“…A, a fraud!”
Then someone among the villagers cried out.
“A fraud! She’s a fraud!”
“She deceived us!”
“You masqueraded as a saint and murdered my brother!”
The voice of fury, falling like raindrops, gradually swelled into a torrential downpour.
“She’s a witch! That woman is a witch!”
“Burn the witch at the stake!”
Then someone began hurling stones.
“Die, you murderer!”
“Die!”
“You’re a fraud!”
Dozens of stones flew onto the platform.
Rachel was struck on her arms, legs, and head, blood streaming down her face, yet she still laughed. She felt no pain whatsoever.
“Worship me—I am divine!”
She simply spread her arms wide and shrieked with madness.
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Rachel had eaten far too much bread.
The rye bread was already laced with toxin-enhancing drugs, yet she’d consumed every last piece she’d prepared.
‘Beyond the hallucinations, there could be other side effects.’
But there was no other choice.
To demonstrate the effect to the villagers, immediate intoxication was necessary.
Those with exceptionally strong immune systems could consume ergot-contaminated rye bread without becoming easily intoxicated, or with only mild symptoms.
‘The High Priest had no choice but to become intoxicated after eating only rye bread for days, but Rachel was pressed for time.’
To end fifteen years of murderous madness and reveal the truth to the villagers, this was the only way.
The island villagers were enraged when they learned the truth.
Their fury did not subside even after Rachel was dragged to prison by Kalen.
‘Of course. If this isn’t handled properly, they’ll grab pickaxes and stage a rebellion.’
It was only natural—innocent villagers had been executed for fifteen years.
I heard the Lord of Paelon declared he would divide his wealth as an apology.
He would open the fish farms he’d monopolized as public facilities and distribute fishing rights fairly among the villagers, or so they say?
Did he truly think such gestures would quell their rage? The dead can never return.
‘It doesn’t seem like it will be resolved so easily.’
Whether the villagers’ fury will truly subside remains to be seen.
‘But now it’s no longer my concern.’
I had completed everything I needed to do.
The Emperor’s spiteful command to investigate whether disease existed in the Island Village—I had resolved it.
Now all that remained was to return and finalize the divorce.

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