My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 107

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Chapter 107
‘A cold, of all things!’
Perhaps it was the days of anxiety that caught up with me, but the moment the purification ritual concluded, I fell ill. For a full three days.
Only after those three days passed did I finally rise from my sickbed.
“Sister, are you feeling better?”
“I’m fine.”
“Truly? Is there nowhere that troubles you?”
“Not at all.”
The moment I rose, Kalen appeared as though he’d been waiting.
His expression was grim. Kalen fixed Claude Azel with a look of unmistakable displeasure.
“How exactly did you protect her that you let my sister’s face become so gaunt?”
“Kalen, no. Claude Azel was wonderful!”
My hollow cheeks were the result of being too preoccupied to eat properly during those days. I’d subsisted on nothing but porridge while fighting the cold.
“Without Claude Azel, things would have been far worse. I owe my recovery to him. He was truly dependable!”
“…Is that so?”
“Yes, it is.”
“I see. Understood.”
Yet for some reason, those words seemed to twist his mood.
“Duchess, why didn’t you permit me to cut Rachel’s tongue in half? I needed proof of my excellent protection.”
Claude Azel chuckled softly as he spoke in jest.
It had to be a joke, surely.
Surely…?
“I was deeply worried, sister.”
Kalen exhaled a heavy sigh. He rubbed his eyes with both hands and murmured quietly.
“I haven’t slept a wink for days, truly…”
His voice was hoarse. The claim that he hadn’t slept didn’t sound like mere exaggeration.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. I’m truly grateful you’re safe.”
Kalen gazed at me intently.
My safe sister. Kanna, smiling.
Only now, seeing her like this, did he feel as though he could truly live again.
Though I had grown thin, I remained beautiful. As a peachy flush returned to my cheeks, Kalen felt profound relief settle deep within his heart.
I spoke with a smile.
“Thank you for worrying about me, Kalen.”
He was displeased. Deeply so.
‘Does he see me as a child? Excessive concern only breeds irritation.’
He was neither my brother nor my lover—so why did he exhaust himself with such worry?
The thought that Kalen had lost sleep over me sent an involuntary chill down my spine.
‘Ugh, the fact that he was thinking of me is irritating in itself.’
But I had to endure it.
I created Kalen this way, after all. And his current attitude remains useful to me.
‘Yes, thanks to Kalen, this matter has unfolded smoothly.’
Hadn’t Kalen provided Claude Azel for me? Without Claude, I wouldn’t have been able to resolve this so easily. In that sense, I felt deeply grateful to Claude Azel.
Perhaps because of this, genuine warmth—something I didn’t show when looking at Kalen—spilled abundantly into my smile.
“I’m truly grateful to you as well, Claude Azel.”
At that, Claude Azel laughed awkwardly and scratched his golden hair.
“No, I was merely doing my duty.”
“Still, you’ve worked hard. You must have gotten soaked in the rain so many times….”
Yes, why did I only think of this now?
‘Hanging from the window frame in the rain wasn’t just once or twice.’
I had kept him busy with various tasks without once checking on his physical condition.
I clicked my tongue at my own thoughtlessness. Then, sitting on the sofa beside him, I extended my hand.
“Your arm.”
“Pardon?”
“Give me your arm.”
Claude Azel seemed flustered—an unusual expression for someone who always threw jokes around—but I ignored it and made my demand.
“I’m a physician, even if I don’t look it. I want to check your condition now, so give me your arm. Right now.”
My tone was so resolute that Claude Azel unconsciously extended his arm. When I rolled up his sleeve myself, he was taken aback.
“Duchess?”
“Your pulse is a bit faster than average. Did you catch something from me? Do you have any cold symptoms? A headache, perhaps, or a stuffy nose….”
“No, I’m fine, thank you.”
Cold sweat beaded on Claude Azel’s back.
Was it my imagination? Behind him, Kalen seemed to be emanating a truly terrifying displeasure….
“Kalen, come here too.”
Since examining only Claude Azel wouldn’t be fair, I reluctantly called Kalen over.
Then Kalen approached as if he’d been waiting and sat beside me. He spoke leisurely.
“I seem to have a slight fever, Sister.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Please check.”
“Come here.”
When I extended my hand, Kalen obediently lowered his head and offered his forehead. The sight of him—like a beast allowing someone to hold its leash—made Claude Azel’s feelings turn very strange indeed.
So that’s Kalen Adis.
The Kalen I knew was only the way he treated Rachel.
Maintaining only the bare minimum of courtesy, cold, arrogant, and sometimes violent.
Someone who even treated his own mother, the Duchess of Adis, with frigid indifference….
“That’s odd. You don’t seem to have a fever.”
“Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Then Kalen’s lips curved upward in a smile.
“Then it must have been my mistake.”
“If it’s a misunderstanding, that’s a relief.”
Even toward Lucy Adis, his most favored younger sister, he had never shown such intensity.
‘Has Claude Azel been bewitched by a spirit?’
Claude had never witnessed Kalen Adis display such persistent attachment toward anyone before.
‘I heard their relationship was poor in the past, yet now anyone can see they’re a devoted brother and sister.’
Now that he thought about it, there was a saying that time heals all wounds.
Could the passage of years have truly resolved the resentment between them?
‘…Well, could it really be so?’
Claude gazed intently at Kanna Adis. Her face, graced with a gentle smile directed toward Kalen, was undeniably beautiful to any observer.
‘I heard the Duchess had an extraordinarily difficult childhood….’
Yet she had forgiven all of it?
‘Truly, her heart is far too gentle.’
No matter how many times he reflected on it, she was simply too kind. Her heart was as delicate as silk, which made him genuinely concerned.
‘I made the right choice in accepting her protection detail.’
She is truly a remarkable person. Quite fascinating, in fact. Such were Claude’s thoughts when—
The door burst open without so much as a knock. Kanna Adis turned her head and froze entirely.
“…Ah, Father.”
Alexandro Adis was walking through the doorway.
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The High Priest was hastily packing his belongings.
‘Priests from the Divine Temple are coming!’
It seemed Orsini had sent an urgent telegram regarding the Black Mist.
Not only that, but Duke Alexandro Adis and Duke Silvien Valentino were said to be arriving on Paeylon Island.
Or perhaps they had already arrived.
‘Damn it, my reign is finished!’
The Black Mist on this island was like a mutation—it erupted from all directions like fireworks, only to vanish and repeat.
Ordinary knights were useless against it. They became a liability instead.
Contact with the Black Mist brought infection, and infection meant… death was necessary.
Therefore, those who could not be infected by the mist were needed—those with holy power, the descendants of those ancient Holy Knights and divine priests.
‘Yes, I am useless! I have no holy power!’
That bastard Orsini seemed to think he simply chose not to use it, but he was wrong.
He had never possessed holy power to begin with.
‘Since I’ve already made a fool of myself, regaining my former authority will be difficult.’
Had he not been kidnapped by a ruffian and consumed an enormous quantity of rye bread? He had not even the leisure to apprehend and punish the culprit.
‘But that hallucination was truly extraordinary.’
It had shown him the divine.
That sensation when facing the divine, the rapture and reverence that still made his entire body swell with emotion—it remained vivid.
It was similar to the feeling when he had first beheld a deity.
‘…Yes, it was similar to when I beheld the deity.’
A deity.
The High Priest recalled that magnificent being for the first time in ages.
Though he had only glimpsed it from a great distance, the divine spirit was the most beautiful existence he knew among humans—or could that being even be called human?
No other entity in this world possessed such radiance.
That luminous skin gleamed like pearls, and the hair shimmered as though moonlight itself had been woven through it. Those deep, secretive eyes, the abundant lashes, even the beauty mark beneath the right eye….
“Where are you going?”
The High Priest had been fleeing the village when he froze. He spun around in alarm.
“Count Jerome?”
“High Priest, where are you hurrying off to at this late hour?”
What was Count Jerome doing here?
The High Priest stared at him, forgetting his escape. As far as he knew, Count Jerome was imprisoned with Rachel.
Yes, he had heard he was in the Prison.
“How are you here, Count Jerome?”
“Well, how do you suppose I am?”
Jerome chuckled darkly.
“But High Priest, didn’t I ask you first?”
“….”
“Where exactly are you headed in the dead of night, High Priest?”
The High Priest found himself backing away involuntarily.
“R-Rachel… where is she? Why are you alone?”
“Ah. You mean the young lady?”
Jerome approached with a sinister giggle.
For some reason, that laughter sounded profoundly alien. He was a loyal knight the High Priest had known for so long.
“Y-yes. You are her faithful protector, are you not? You should be at her side in times like these.”
“Haven’t I already served her well enough all this time?”
His heart hammered violently. The High Priest’s eyes darted across the surroundings.
Dark night. A deserted alley. No one around.
Why did that realization fill him with such despair?
“What manner of speech is this, Count Jerome? Regardless of what crimes you may have committed, Rachel is an old acquaintance of yours, is she not?”
“Exactly. Do you know how exhausting it was, catering to that girl’s whims?”
Thud!
The High Priest’s back struck the end of the alley as he retreated. Jerome advanced with the leisurely confidence of a hyena herding its prey.
“But there were benefits, certainly.”
“W-what are you…?”
“Thanks to that girl, I obtained excellent materials year after year.”
“What?”
“The corpses of the sacrificed make for superb materials.”
What had he just heard?
The High Priest swallowed hard. Sweat pooled in his palms and dripped down his wrists.
“W-what is the meaning of this? Surely you don’t intend to harm me? I am the High Priest!”
“High Priest.”
Count Jerome approached with heavy footsteps, his voice echoing the word like a hollow shell.
“A worthless pig without even a shred of holy power.”
“…!”
“What about the High Priest.”
Then, the moonlight that had been swallowed by dark clouds broke through. The faint luminescence illuminated Count Jerome’s face, which had been buried in shadow, and…!
“Gasp!”
The High Priest collapsed to the ground.
“You, you… could it be!”
“Ah, how careless. You saw it. Well, it doesn’t matter. I was planning to kill you anyway.”
Count Jerome covered his eyes, then opened them again.
His eyes had returned to their usual brown color. Not the black that the High Priest had witnessed.
“You, could it really be…!”
“Shh, be quiet.”
Count Jerome raised a finger to his lips.
“Don’t carelessly speak that word aloud.”
Then he smiled.
“There are some very frightening people on this island right now.”

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