My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 110

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Chapter 110
“…What?”
“He left a suicide note in the Prison and took his own life.”
Though Kalen spoke these words, something about them didn’t sit right with him.
Was it truly suicide?
There were many suspicious points, but Kalen chose not to voice them. He had no desire to trouble his delicate sister’s mind with such useless matters.
“Sister, you should depart by ship tomorrow morning. This Island is dangerous—the sooner you leave, the better.”
“Very well.”
I too longed to escape this cursed Island as quickly as possible.
“So Father, you, and Orsini will all remain here?”
“Yes. We will return together once all matters are settled.”
“I see.”
My mind turned over the matter with deliberate calm.
Father had spoken in Korean.
He certainly harbored some secret.
‘And Father possesses a secret chamber.’
A room into which no one was permitted to enter, much like Bluebeard’s chamber—strict orders had been issued regarding it.
‘I must discover what lies within while Father is absent.’
There would certainly be something connected to Korea. This was not mere speculation but absolute certainty.
‘Yes, something will emerge.’
And perhaps—just perhaps—a clue to the phenomenon of crossing between Korea and this world might surface. At that thought, hope kindled within my chest.
* * *
The next day, I discovered Silvien Valentino at the Harbor.
He was in conversation with Raphael where the ship lay moored. As I approached, Silvien seemed to notice and abruptly ceased his discussion with Raphael.
“Your Grace.”
“Miss Kanna Adis.”
I offered a proper curtsy in greeting, and Silvien returned an equally formal bow. It was an arid exchange—one would never believe them to be husband and wife.
“Are you departing now?”
“Yes. Your Grace, what brings you here?”
“Raphael will also return on this ship.”
“I see.”
I had heard he arrived only yesterday, yet he was leaving immediately. It struck me as odd, though I felt no particular curiosity about it.
‘Still, it’s unlike Silvien to come see someone off personally.’
Though come to think of it, this very quality had transformed Ju-hwa into the embodiment of jealousy.
That cold-blooded man, who seemed incapable of even a shred of warmth, treated only Raphael with something resembling human kindness.
“How fortunate, Your Grace. I had something I wished to discuss with you anyway….”
I glanced toward Raphael, silently asking him to step aside. He withdrew without a word.
At last alone, I spoke directly.
“I have received Father’s permission.”
Silvien tilted his head, his expression one of puzzlement.
“Permission? What do you mean?”
“A divorce.”
“Ah.”
“Once you’ve finished this matter and return to the Capital, please proceed with the divorce proceedings immediately.”
Silvien Valentino laughed awkwardly.
“Miss Kanna Adis, once I begin this matter, I won’t stop.”
How convenient. For the first time, I found his words welcome.
“This matter is different from before—it cannot be undone. It’s not something I can simply laugh off alone like in the past.”
I understood what he was saying.
Seven years of accumulated incidents.
All the spectacles Ju-hwa had orchestrated to capture his attention. Silvien Valentino still regarded this as merely another one of those performances.
“My resolve hasn’t changed.”
At those words, Silvien Valentino’s lips curved into a peculiar smile. He fell silent for a moment, his fingers tracing his jaw.
“Hasn’t changed?”
His voice dropped suddenly, and my shoulders stiffened.
Silvien Valentino laughed dryly, his gaze fixed upon me.
“Can you take responsibility for those words?”
“I don’t speak words I cannot stand behind. And I trust that Your Grace does the same.”
“How gratifying. I never knew your faith in me ran so deep.”
“Yes, to be precise, I trust our contract.”
I declared firmly, cutting short the conversation.
“Then I shall see you in the Capital, Your Grace. I pray for your safe return.”
And I bowed respectfully.
Silvien Valentino, who had been gazing down at me quietly, suddenly stepped forward.
I startled and tried to retreat, but before I could, he seized my hand and pulled me close.
“…!”
Then Silvien Valentino lowered his head. His lips descended upon the back of my hand—a fleeting, delicate contact.
The next moment, he released my hand lightly. And smiled with perfect composure.
“Then go carefully. We’ll continue this conversation in the Capital.”
“…What was that?”
Silvien Valentino raised one eyebrow. He turned back to face me again.
“What do you mean?”
“What you just did to the back of my hand.”
“I see. What do you think that was, Miss Kanna Adis?”
He asked as though genuinely curious.
“Is there something wrong with my greeting?”
“….”
Irritation surged, but truthfully, his words were correct.
A kiss upon a lady’s hand was one of the most common courtesies in aristocratic society. Argon himself had offered the same greeting before.
But that Silvien Valentino had done so to me—that was the problem. Not once in the past seven years had he ever done such a thing.
I responded curtly.
“I’ve always been averse to unfamiliar things, you see. I’d feel more at ease if you continued as you have been.”
“It’s been over seven years since we entered into our marital bond, Miss Kanna.”
Silvien Valentino gently deflected her irritation.
“That’s no short span of time. Certainly long enough for both of us to undergo change.”
Change? Long enough to undergo change?
I couldn’t fathom what he meant. The sentence carried too many possible meanings—each one more opaque than the last. And beneath it all, not a shred of genuine feeling showed through.
Either utterly hollow, or carefully concealed.
“Surely you’re not reconsidering the divorce? You promised to do as I wished.”
“Of course.”
His blue eyes gleamed. The naked interest glinting in them was utterly exasperating.
‘What is wrong with him? Has he lost his mind?’
Whether it was my imagination or not, he seemed to be deriving considerable amusement from this conversation. Where exactly was he finding the entertainment? I couldn’t comprehend it.
“Keep your promise.”
“Of course, Miss Kanna. You may trust me.”
Silvien Valentino bowed respectfully.
“Then, I do hope you return safely.”
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‘Exhausting beyond measure….’
After concluding that ambiguous conversation with Silvien Valentino, I made my way directly to the deck. The ship departed with a resonant blast of the horn.
I gazed at the island receding into the distance and exhaled deeply.
Is this what it’s like to converse with someone wearing an exquisitely beautiful glass mask? Speaking with Silvien Valentino drains the very life from me.
‘At least the divorce will be finalized soon. I’m truly grateful for that.’
There’s much to do once I return to the Capital.
I need to enter Father’s secret chamber while he’s away, and I should begin preparing for the divorce.
“My lady, do be careful. What would you do if you fell into the sea?”
As I leaned against the railing, Claude Azel offered his gentle warning. His rich golden hair caught the sunlight, gleaming brilliantly.
“You have it easy, Claude Azel.”
“Pardon?”
“Being a handsome man with golden hair.”
“Ah, and blue eyes as well.”
He grinned as though displaying a treasure.
“I cannot fathom why the Divine granted me golden hair and blue eyes both. I can only apologize to all the noble ladies who suffer heartache because of it.”
“Wow.”
Such remarkable confidence and tasteless humor. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Claude Azel, are you married?”
“Do you think I am?”
“I don’t think you are.”
“Am I not?”
“Stop joking around.”
So we’ve gotten a bit closer, haven’t we?
When Kanna Adis fixed Claude Azel with a sharp glare, he simply laughed brightly and shrugged his shoulders.
“My apologies. I haven’t done so yet.”
“How fortunate for you.”
I was swallowing the words of genuine envy when a gust of wind swept through with sudden force.
My hat flew away in an instant.
‘Ah, my hat.’
Farewell, then. Knowing it was beyond my reach, I didn’t even turn to look back.
It was then that Claude’s expression darkened.
“Claude Azel? What’s wrong?”
Seeing his gaze fixed beyond me, I turned my body around.
And I saw it.
“Raphael.”
Raphael was approaching with my hat clutched in his hand.
“Thank you. How on earth did you catch it?”
“I was fortunate.”
He answered briefly. Then, after handing over the hat, he bowed respectfully and departed at once.
“….”
He’s still avoiding me, as expected.
I felt a touch embarrassed as I watched his retreating figure. I could see the women around us gazing at him with entranced, vacant eyes.
“Do not grow close to that priest.”
It was then that Claude interjected abruptly.
“His name is Raphael, isn’t it? You seem to harbor goodwill toward that defrocked priest, but it would be wise to keep your distance.”
“What’s your reason?”
“He is a dangerous man.”
For a moment, I nearly burst into laughter.
He jests severely. A baby rabbit would seem more dangerous than Raphael.
‘Even a rabbit would be too much for Raphael. He’d need to face a sheep… no, he’d probably lose even against a sheep.’
Hadn’t he lived being tormented even by Ju-hwa, the weakest person in this world?
Suddenly, I recalled Raphael standing there without even attempting to dodge the stone Ju-hwa had thrown, taking the full impact.
And it wasn’t just one. He was struck by five stones.
Yet he never dodged even once, standing silently as a target, as if inviting her to strike if she wished.
How utterly foolish he was.
“Do not be deceived by that man’s appearance, Duchess. Abandon the prejudice that handsome men must be virtuous.”
“Claude Azel, Orsini is my younger brother. Do you really think I’d harbor such a prejudice?”
It was a perfect example, truly.
“You make a fair point. One would have no reason for such prejudice.”
“Of course not.”
“In any case, he is a dangerous man, so you must absolutely avoid growing close to him. He is a defrocked priest, after all.”
A priest stripped of his holy orders. Was that truly so dangerous?
“You’re aware that the Grand Temple is a closed society built on consanguinity, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
“Then do you truly believe such an organization would permit a priest who abandoned the order to wander freely? They would sooner kill him outright. That is the Grand Temple.”
Claude drew a finger across his throat in a cutting gesture. At those words, Kanna found herself genuinely curious.
“Then why didn’t the Grand Temple kill Raphael?”
“They didn’t choose not to.”
Claude murmured, his gaze fixed upon the black priestly robes receding into the distance.
“They couldn’t.”
He added softly, as though even now.

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