My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 112

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Chapter 112
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“You won’t be able to see anything while passing through the Black Mist. Please hold onto my sleeve.”
“Understood.”
They stepped into the Black Mist. Just as Raphael had warned, my vision darkened in an instant.
‘I can’t see anything.’
I walked forward, relying only on the soft texture of his clothing. Then, at some point.
My vision suddenly brightened.
“…!”
I wasn’t the only one shocked. Raphael also came to an abrupt halt. The Black Mist that had filled the corridor dispersed in an instant as if it had never existed.
Then a hellish scene revealed itself.
Pitch-black monsters, people infected by the Black Mist, and corpses. It was a sight gruesome enough to induce retching, yet.
“Madam, we shall continue.”
Raphael walked back into that chaos without hesitation. Even as the monsters that had spotted us approached aggressively, he didn’t slow his pace for a moment. He only made one final request.
“Please, look only at my back.”
And in the next moment, violent sounds assaulted my eardrums. The noise of bones breaking and flesh tearing, the thunderous crash of heavy bodies hitting the ground, the endless groans of inhuman things.
Yet I held firmly to Raphael’s sleeve and heeded his advice.
Please, look only at my back.
That’s what he said. Please, he pleaded.
So I should do as he asked.
“…!”
For just a moment, when my gaze wavered. I saw it anyway. Scenes that Raphael surely didn’t want me to witness.
Raphael extended his long arm. With his massive hand, he seized a monster’s head and crushed it with a sickening crunch. He pierced through the body of an infected attacker and withdrew cleanly.
The act seemed so effortless that what tore in his grip looked like paper scraps.
‘Good heavens….’
My face drained of color. That destructive slaughter couldn’t possibly belong to a priest’s hands—it was not the grip of a human.
“Duchess!”
Then, Claude’s voice called out from ahead.
“Duchess, are you unharmed!”
Claude rushed toward me, cutting down the last remaining monster. At the sound of his voice, I felt a wave of relief wash over me.
Thank goodness.
Claude is alive. He wasn’t infected.
“Are you well? Are you injured anywhere?”
“I’m fine.”
“I beg your pardon, madam. Please, take my life.”
Claude spoke with a face on the verge of tears.
“The Black Mist blocked the door, and I couldn’t escape. I knew you were in danger, but there was simply no way….”
I released Raphael’s sleeve and turned to face Claude. His blonde hair was disheveled. Something about it struck me as almost amusing, and thanks to that, I regained my composure entirely.
“It’s alright. Fortunately, Raphael came, so I was able to stay safe.”
At those words, Claude bowed so deeply he looked ready to kneel.
“Thank you, Priest! Or rather, you’re not a priest anymore, are you? I’m not sure what to call you, but in any case, thank you!”
Claude spoke whatever came to mind without filter.
Yet Kanna understood his bewilderment. The Black Mist had appeared on this ship with clear intent, blocking the corridor as if possessed of will, then vanished just as suddenly.
It bore the same characteristics as the Black Mist that had manifested on Paeylon Island.
Kanna shared the conversation she had held with Jerome.
“I believe Jerome has passed away and disappeared. He told me he had finally succeeded in gaining complete control over the Black Mist this time.”
…And he had said he wanted to speak with me.
Now that safety had returned, I found myself puzzled.
‘What on earth did he want to say?’
What could the Black Apostle possibly have to discuss with me?
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Fortunately, the casualties were few. Since it was late into the night, most people had been confined to their rooms. After the commotion had fully subsided, Kanna made her way to Raphael’s room.
“I know about all your injuries.”
The moment he opened the door, Kanna spoke without preamble.
“My lady?”
Kanna strode inside purposefully, a medical kit clutched firmly in her grasp.
“I saw it earlier. You have a wound on your forearm.”
“It is nothing. Please do not concern yourself.”
Raphael’s response was clipped, almost brusque. Yet concern was unavoidable.
‘He was injured protecting me.’
In truth, I was moved.
For someone to risk their own harm to save you—such a thing was unfamiliar in this world.
Kanna settled onto the sofa and patted the space beside her.
“Remove your shirt and come here. I’ll treat it for you.”
Raphael stood rooted in place, seeming at a loss. But Kanna knew better.
‘He’ll obey eventually, so why the hesitation?’
It was difficult to imagine Raphael refusing her outright.
True to form, he soon sat beside her with his back exposed, beginning to unfasten his shirt buttons.
‘As expected, he’s obedient.’
Kanna smiled contentedly. But the moment Raphael removed his garment, her smile vanished entirely.
His back appeared sculpted from steel. The broad shoulders and tapered waist framed musculature so defined it bordered on sensual.
Yet what startled Kanna was not the impossibly muscular physique of one supposedly devoted to the priesthood.
It was the back covered entirely in scars.
‘How did he accumulate such wounds….’
Claude’s words suddenly echoed in my mind.
That the Divine Temple had not failed to kill him—rather, it had been unable to.
Kanna pretended ignorance, focusing only on the fresh wound across his shoulder.
“That must have been painful.”
“….”
“Poor thing.”
Kanna carefully raised her fingertips. The sensation was scorching and unyielding, like freshly forged steel. The moment her body heat made contact, I felt Raphael’s nape stiffen sharply.
‘I won’t bite, I won’t bite, don’t be nervous.’
Then again, it was only natural for him to be wary—Ju-hwa had tried to smash his head in with a rock.
‘All this time, I’ve been legally married to Silvien Valentino in name, so he’s been letting it slide. After all, I’m a friend’s wife.’
A human weapon of sorts had endured it all in silence. If Ju-hwa ever learned of this, she’d faint dead away.
“I’ll begin now. It may sting a little.”
Kanna opened her bag and retrieved her medical instruments. She wiped away the blood, disinfected the wound thoroughly, and applied an anti-inflammatory salve.
‘Does it hurt?’
I glanced sideways, but Raphael kept his gaze fixed forward.
“How is it? Does it sting?”
No answer came. Yet Kanna continued undeterred.
“The medicine will help it heal quickly. I made this myself, and it’s incredibly effective. It’s incomparable to anything you’d find in shops.”
“I know.”
You know? How could you possibly?
At his peculiar response, I lifted my head without thinking—and our eyes met.
His gaze descended at an angle.
Raphael was watching her, moving only his eyes.
“….”
Kanna found herself unable to look away. It was as though something had seized her forcibly, rendering her immobile.
‘How can a person’s eyes be like this….’
It shouldn’t be possible.
I was drawn into his violet irises as though being pulled into an abyss, my mind going blank.
Could the eyes of a wounded beast look like this? They seemed melancholic and lonely to some degree, yet simultaneously sharp enough to repel any approach.
I had sensed it from our first encounter—these were eyes from which it was genuinely difficult to turn away.
Without realizing it, Kanna gazed in admiration, tracing the fine contours of his face. From his forehead to the bridge of his nose to his jaw, the sharp lines emanated a distinctly masculine aura. Yet there was something remarkable about the austere restraint that accompanied it.
Lips that seemed never to have curved into a smile, and eyes that appeared ignorant of joy—they were ascetic, and yet subtly dangerous. Which meant….
‘Unexpectedly… there’s something decadent about him….’
In that instant, his gaze abruptly released her. It severed like something being torn away. The sudden end to their eye contact snapped Kanna back to awareness.
“….”
Belated embarrassment washed over me. I had lost myself completely, staring at his face without even realizing it. My earlobes burned hot with shame.
Of course he was handsome—but I’d seen more than one beautiful face since arriving here. To act so foolishly and vacant now was absurd.
‘But he was doing the same thing.’
He had been studying her face just as freely, so surely it was fine.
Kanna cleared her throat and suppressed the turbulent feeling rising in her chest.
“All done.”
“Thank you.”
He replied in a stiff, rigid tone.
“If I may be so bold, I would be grateful if you would take your leave now.”
It was an unusually forceful way of speaking for him. Since she too was eager to escape as quickly as possible, she hurried out.
The door clicked shut behind her, and only then did Kanna exhale in relief. Yet she could not comprehend her own reaction.
Why did I flee like that?
I didn’t even bid her a proper goodnight. And I had intended to thank her properly for saving me earlier….
I managed to do none of it.
Now I couldn’t very well knock again and thank her belatedly.
There will be another opportunity.

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