My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 108

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Chapter 108
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Alexandro Adis had arrived.
While I was suffering from a cold, I’d heard that personnel would come to handle the Black Mist.
I’d heard it, but.
‘Surely Father wouldn’t come as well.’
No, perhaps it was inevitable.
Since ordinary Knight Guards weren’t needed, they must require someone extraordinary—someone with magical power.
Alexandro entered the room without even accepting a greeting, calling Kalen aside separately. Then he began what seemed to be a very serious conversation.
‘What is it? What are they talking about?’
I couldn’t hear any voices at all.
Was my hearing failing? Surely they weren’t communicating by reading each other’s lips?
“…sigh.”
Unfortunately, all I heard was Kalen’s sigh at the end of their exchange.
‘Oh, they’re done talking.’
Father turned his body around. Then he walked toward the door with heavy footsteps. I cheered silently within.
‘Safe travels, Father. Let’s avoid each other until just before the divorce proceedings begin in the Capital.’
The moment I thought this, he turned around.
Alexandro’s dry gaze pierced toward me.
‘What?’
I was flustered.
What? Had I actually spoken those words aloud?
“Kanna Adis.”
I looked around before rising from my seat, feeling utterly foolish.
Alexandro spoke expressionlessly.
“Come with me.”
“….”
Oh, merciful heavens.
‘I don’t want to go….’
I’d rather descend into hell. I sighed and followed Father out.
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Alexandro headed toward the Bedroom assigned to him. He sat on the sofa and pointed to the seat across from him.
‘He’s telling me to sit, I suppose.’
I obediently complied with his intention.
“….”
He summons me but doesn’t speak.
It was such characteristic behavior of Father that I simply waited quietly.
‘Should I make the first move?’
Yes, since I had this opportunity to speak with Father, perhaps it would be better to quickly finish my business.
‘Come to think of it, Silvien Valentino is also on his way to this Island. Should I start bringing up the divorce? Silvien Valentino will handle the proceedings, but still….’
No. Kanna Adis had made her decision. Then her thoughts shifted again.
‘He just called me Kanna Adis.’
He had called her that once before, but she had assumed it was a mistake. Seeing him use that name now made it clear it was intentional.
‘Perhaps it’s an implicit signal that he’ll grant me the divorce…?’
Then.
“Kanna.”
My shoulders flinched at the sound.
I lifted my head slowly, fighting against the suffocating pressure that threatened to overwhelm me.
“Kanna Adis, I have something to ask you.”
Duke Adis was studying me intently.
His gaze was so blatantly observant that it unsettled me. I found myself fidgeting with my fingertips, my tongue burning with anxiety.
“I’ve heard stories about you recently.”
“What sort of stories…?”
“Your medical knowledge.”
Alexandro Adis continued slowly.
“Where did you learn it?”
Thump.
My heart felt as though it had plummeted to my feet.
“That medical knowledge of yours.”
His gaze pierced through me, dissecting every layer.
“It is not of this land.”
He saw straight through to my very soul.
“Where did you learn it?”
I held my breath.
Alexandro’s eyes held no suspicion. It was certainty.
‘Not of this land?’
Yes, it was not of this world.
Traditional Korean medicine was knowledge I had brought from Korea.
‘But Father couldn’t possibly know that fact.’
Of course, he must have meant it wasn’t from the Western Continent. With that realization, the tension that had gripped my shoulders eased.
I smiled with composure and answered.
“You know well how obsessed I became with alchemy. During that time, I learned about it while reading various texts.”
“Texts?”
“Yes.”
And I have no idea where that book is now.
I had brought it with me to the Valentino Household when I married, but it seems I lost it by accident. The maids were always so careless with my belongings, after all, I had planned to say.
….
But Alexandro asked no further questions. He simply closed his mouth and gazed at me intently.
The ensuing silence left my mouth parched.
I eventually changed the subject myself.
“I have something to tell you.”
“….”
“I’ve agreed to a divorce with Duke Silvien Valentino.”
His expression remained impassive. Of course, I hadn’t expected him to be surprised. He likely didn’t care enough to react.
“Duke Silvien Valentino will proceed with the divorce soon. I hope Father will approve of it.”
“Divorce.”
He murmured the word softly to himself.
“If you divorce.”
“Yes?”
“If you divorce, then where will you go?”
“….”
It was a question laden with profound implications.
Yet I understood it perfectly. Where will I go after the divorce? That was the essence of his question.
I had no intention of answering honestly. After all, I had previously shared my plans for happiness, only to have them all rejected.
So I answered differently.
“Until Father decides my future, I intend to remain quietly at the Adis Family Estate.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“Very well.”
His immediate agreement left me silent. I was suspicious. Very well? Of what?
“I will permit the divorce.”
For a moment, I nearly cried out in jubilation.
But I clenched my teeth and maintained my composure. If he saw my joy, he might cancel it again.
“Thank you.”
Alexandro Adis did not respond. Instead, he leaned back against his chair and lifted a glass of whisky to his lips, drinking deeply as though quenching a thirst.
There was something peculiar about his expression.
Like a leopard basking in sunlight, I thought. I had never seen my father so satisfied.
As I stood there, oddly mesmerized by the sight.
‘Should I ask?’
An sudden urge welled up within me.
‘The forged letter.’
I had a strong premonition that there would be no better moment than this to ask. I hesitated briefly.
But my deliberation was short-lived.
“There is something I wish to ask you.”
“What is it?”
“Do you happen to remember Isaac?”
“Yes.”
“The letter he had as evidence….”
“The one you wrote?”
I fell silent.
Clink. The sound of ice rolling in an empty glass echoed through the room.
“Are you referring to that letter you wrote and I manipulated?”
He spoke with casual indifference, refilling his glass with whiskey. Kanna Adis watched his fluid movements in stunned silence.
‘It was Father after all.’
Shocking, and yet not shocking at all.
I had suspected as much for some time.
The letter from Crown Prince Kasil, the forged handwriting—only Father could have done it.
Wasn’t he the last person to have taken the letter? He was not the type to carelessly surrender or relinquish crucial evidence to another.
Yet hearing the truth spoken aloud left me utterly dumbfounded. I could not fathom his motive.
“Why did you do it?”
Alexandro Adis took a sip of whiskey and asked quietly.
“Does the reason matter now?”
At that terse reply, Kanna Adis felt an endless unease wash over her.
Father would never do such a thing without purpose.
And he would never confess so readily.
There was certainly something scheming beneath the surface.
“Yes. I wish to know.”
“If you want to obtain what you desire from me.”
He paused mid-sentence.
Just that, and yet I dreaded what would come next.
“Then you must give me what I want, Kanna Adis.”
Kanna Adis.
The way he spoke my name—as though caressing my ear, soothing a child—filled me with profound discomfort.
“That is a transaction. Something you excel at.”
He leaned forward.
A beautiful face, so youthful that an almost verdant freshness seemed to emanate from it, gazed down at me.
“You don’t know what I want?”
Kanna Adis swallowed hard. Her throat burned.
The oppressive weight of his presence, the suffocating pressure—I nearly wanted to confess everything.
But I did not.
“I told you I learned it from books.”
In that moment, the heat drained from his eyes like a receding tide.
“As you well know, Father, I have lived in near-seclusion within the Valentino Household. I have had no meaningful contact with outsiders. For someone like me, books are the only means of learning anything at all.”
Alexandro Adis regarded her with a look of diminished interest. Tap, tap. Only the sound of his fingertips drumming against the armrest filled the silence.
Then, at last, his lips parted.
–.
He whispered something.
The moment his low voice reached my ears, the blood drained from my face.
Just now.
What had Father just said?
“Your Grace, are you here?”
At that moment, a voice called from beyond the door.
“The Duke of Valentino has arrived.”
“I’m coming.”
Alexandro Adis rose from his seat. Without another word, he brushed past her and left.
Click.
The moment the door closed, Kanna Adis collapsed into her hands, her face buried in her palms. Her mind spiraled into chaos.
‘What was that?’
What on earth had just happened?
‘Was I mistaken? Did I mishear?’
No, there was no way she could have misheard.
What had he said?
Yes, it was unmistakable.
“A lie.”
She whispered this word.
In Korean.

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