My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 109

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Chapter 109
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As Alexandro Adis walked through the corridor, he encountered several priests.
“Duke Adis, what an honor. It has been far too long. May divine blessings follow you.”
One priest spoke with utmost deference.
“I never expected to see you here, Duke Adis.”
Another priest spoke with unmistakable sarcasm.
His colleague attempted to restrain him by grabbing his arm, but he would not be silenced.
“Have you not kept your distance from the Divine Temple all these years? Naturally, I assumed we would not have the pleasure of your company this time either.”
“Priest Crion, please exercise restraint.”
“Why do you say so, Priest Ael? I am merely expressing my surprise at finally encountering someone who has had nothing to do with the Divine Temple for so long.”
Yet Alexandro Adis did not even spare them a glance and continued forward.
Or rather, he attempted to.
“Ah, perhaps it is because of your beloved daughter? Was she not the Duchess of Valentino, Kanna Adis? I must make a point of seeking her out and paying my respects on this occasion.”
Priest Crion smiled at Alexandro Adis, who had suddenly stopped beside him.
“Your daughter must be quite remarkable indeed, to move Duke Adis himself to work alongside the Divine Temple. Surely….”
His words trailed off. Alexandro Adis had suddenly placed his hand upon the priest’s shoulder.
In the moment of shock at this abrupt contact.
“…!”
Alexandro Adis drove him forward with brutal force.
Crash! Priest Crion’s body collided with the wall. Spider-web fractures spiderwebbed across the stone, and the priest’s shoulder twisted at a grotesque angle.
“Duke Adis! What is the meaning of this!”
Priest Ael cried out, cradling the now-unconscious Priest Crion.
“How dare you raise your hand against a priest who serves God! This is blasphemy! Do you truly believe the Divine Temple will tolerate such an act?”
“Blasphemy?”
Alexandro Adis repeated the word with cold indifference.
“I am curious what divine punishment God will see fit to deliver.”
“…!”
While Priest Ael stood speechless, Alexandro Adis simply walked past. The priest trembled with rage, his fists clenched as he glared daggers at the Duke’s retreating figure.
Assaulting a priest was blasphemy—a crime worthy of burning at the stake—yet Alexandro Adis showed not a shred of hesitation.
“That arrogant fool….”
Yet in the end, Priest Ael chose only to click his tongue and rebuke his colleague.
Unless the Divine Temple intended to wage open war against the head of House Adis, this matter would likely end with nothing more than a fine.
“Priest Crion, why did you provoke the Duke?”
Of course, he understood the priest’s competitive spirit well enough. Alexandro Adis was, for all intents and purposes, an enemy of the Divine Temple.
Only a handful of high-ranking priests, including Ael and Crion, knew the truth: Alexandro Adis and the Divine Temple had been at odds for a very long time.
The reason was Kanna—Alexandro’s firstborn daughter.
When Kanna was born, the Divine Temple had demanded her.
Rumors had spread that she was the daughter of one who had conspired with the Black Apostles, and the Temple had stepped forward to verify this themselves.
But Alexandro Adis had refused, and the Divine Temple, undeterred, had sent dozens of Enforcers in response.
Enforcers.
They were priests trained for combat.
Regardless of status, even if they were nobility, they were the only group capable of summary execution “in God’s name.”
However.
‘All the Enforcers have vanished.’
Not a single one remained—they had all disappeared.
And their heads were delivered to the Divine Temple.
Everyone knew who had done it.
But no one dared speak it aloud. The killer was terrifyingly meticulous, leaving not a shred of evidence.
Only suspicion remained.
After losing dozens of Enforcers, the Divine Temple ceased demanding Kanna Adis.
More precisely, they could no longer make such demands.
‘Why would anyone provoke such a madman.’
Who would have imagined that the noble Duke would openly swing his fists about like a common thug.
Priest Ael clicked his tongue and helped Priest Crion to his feet.
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“What?”
Kalen fixed a sharp glare upon the servant who had just entered his chamber.
“What did you just say?”
“The young lady of Baron Rachel Dale…”
She had taken her own life.
The shocking news made Kalen’s brow furrow. But that was not what he had questioned.
“Not that.”
“Ah, yes. And Count Jerome, who served as her escort knight, has escaped from prison.”
“And the High Priest has also disappeared?”
“Yes.”
“…Leave me.”
Once the servant had departed, Kalen reclined deeply into his chair and gazed up at the ceiling.
Suicide, escape, disappearance.
All three had occurred at once?
Kalen was not a man who believed in coincidence.
‘Who orchestrated this.’
High Priest Karleon, being a free man, possessed the liberty to depart whenever he wished. So he was secondary.
Jerome, that knight, had been imprisoned.
Kalen recalled his face. Though the impression was faint, his memory—once seen, never forgotten—allowed him to conjure it vividly.
‘An unpleasant fellow, certainly.’
After the purification ritual, Kalen had learned more detailed circumstances from Claude. Jerome had been so discourteous to Kanna Adis that upon hearing it, Kalen’s blood had boiled.
He had even reproached Claude for not striking him down sooner. At the very least, his tongue should have been severed.
Claude had appeared extraordinarily aggrieved.
‘That insolent wretch has vanished.’
A knight who dared to insult my sister—one deserving of death.
Kalen’s thoughts turned to Kanna Adis.
How much she must have suffered through all this. The weight of her trials pressed down upon my heart like a stone.
And then it struck me…
Father had summoned her. What could they have discussed? Father surely hadn’t offered her kind words.
‘I hope my sister is all right.’
The thought spurred me to action. I bolted from my chair and made my way toward Kanna’s Room.
“Sister, it’s Kalen.”
Knock, knock. I rapped upon the door.
“Sister Kanna.”
But no answer came.
She was inside—I could sense her presence clearly beyond the door—yet she refused to respond. Why?
“Sister, are you not there?”
Still silence. Perhaps she had no wish to see me.
“….”
There was nothing for it.
I turned and walked away. If my sister did not wish to meet, I would return another time.
But after only a few steps, my body moved of its own accord. I retraced my path with long strides.
I grasped the door handle.
“Sister, forgive my intrusion. I’m coming in.”
I spoke briefly at the threshold and counted to five, giving her time to compose herself.
And as I opened the door, just as I suspected.
Kanna Adis sat motionless upon her chamber bed.
“Sister?”
But her expression was deeply unsettling.
“Sister, are you well?”
I knelt on one knee before her, gazing up with concern.
Only then did her eyes flicker toward me.
The moment our eyes met, I froze. Her gaze was clouded with irritation and utter disgust.
Like before—before we had reconciled.
“So it’s you, Kalen.”
But as her eyelids blinked, Kanna Adis smiled. It was that dazzling, breathtaking smile of hers.
“What brings you here, Kalen?”
“…I grew worried and came to see you.”
I barely managed to open my lips.
“I apologize for intruding despite receiving no answer. Please forgive me.”
“Oh, really? You knocked? I didn’t hear.”
“…You didn’t hear?”
That couldn’t be.
I had knocked so many times, called out her name—how could she not have heard?
‘Why would Sister lie?’
The moment intense doubt reared its head within him.
That was when Kanna Adis’s fingertips drew near.
At that approach, everything within Kalen froze.
His breath, and his thoughts alike.
He held his breath in silence. Pale fingers descended like a butterfly across his hair.
“You were lost in deep thought and didn’t hear me. That happens often, doesn’t it?”
From above to below, then again from above to below.
In the tender warmth of her hand stroking his hair, Kalen tasted a helplessness as something deep within him melted away. It was a devastatingly sweet surrender.
“I see.”
“Yes. You were worried about me. Kalen, you’re truly kind.”
“Yes, I am kind.”
Kalen spoke carelessly, scarcely aware of what he was saying.
“But what brings you here?”
Kanna Adis withdrew her hand quickly. Kalen gazed after it with longing as he spoke.
“Father called for you earlier, didn’t he? I came because I was worried.”
“Ah. That?”
Kanna Adis laughed dismissively.
“It was nothing important.”
She laughed, but her heart was utterly indifferent.
‘Bothersome fool. I nearly let my true thoughts slip.’
I had been absorbed in contemplating the Korean words Father left behind when this wretch interrupted me.
So without thinking, I looked at him with irritation. Kalen must have sensed that hostility clearly.
‘Poor Kalen, look at him forgetting everything just because I stroked his hair a little.’
Pitiful and pathetic all at once.
I cast aside my shallow sympathy and changed the subject.
“But what do you plan to do about Rachel Dale?”
“Ah. That woman.”
Kalen spoke with perfect composure.
“That woman took her own life.”

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