My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 115

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Chapter 115
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Late into the night, instead of sleeping, I sat at my desk and began writing down information on paper.
【1. Father’s ‘Secret Room’ belonged to a woman.】
【2. Two portraits hang in the ‘Secret Room.’ One is my biological mother, and the other is Ju-hwa’s mother.】
【3. What is the relationship between my biological mother and Ju-hwa’s mother? The fact that their portraits hang together suggests they were connected somehow. (Were they friends? I’m not sure.)】
【4. Father seems to hate Ju-hwa’s mother and my biological mother.】
【5. My biological mother is alive somewhere. But where?】
【6. The fact that Ju-hwa’s mother returned to Korea suggests there’s a way to traverse dimensions.】
【7. Ju-hwa, Seon-hee’s biological daughter, and I possessed each other’s bodies.】
Could this truly be coincidence?
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a piece of paper—a letter I had secretly stolen from Father’s room.
The Korean characters were faintly faded. I didn’t know how long it would take, but I would restore every word without fail.
‘I need to investigate this matter further.’
Once my turbulent emotions had settled, rationality returned to me.
I would need to dig deeper into this affair.
For now, I intended to investigate Alexandro Adis—my father.
By meticulously examining his life piece by piece, I would surely find where Ju-hwa’s mother and my biological mother were entangled in his story.
‘Alexandro Adis.’
Father, who are you really?
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The next day, Maid Eriel achieved another success—she had finally made contact with the Information Guild.
“Tell them to choose the meeting place themselves. Anywhere crowded and noisy will do.”
I wouldn’t bring Claude along since I wanted to conduct this matter in secret.
I would bring self-defense items, but I planned to meet in a crowded place to guard against any unforeseen danger.
‘The more people around, the safer it is. The louder it is, the better for discussing secrets.’
It worked out perfectly. I wanted to commission the investigation into Father as soon as possible anyway.
And I also needed to create a false identity quickly.
‘I don’t know how Father will react later. I need to secure an escape route in case something goes wrong.’
A poorly planned escape always fails. This was a lesson I had learned from childhood experience.
‘That’s right, I ran away when I was fourteen and failed.’
An old memory suddenly surfaced.
Fourteen years old. Before my suicide attempt, I had tried to escape from the Adis Mansion.
For a girl that age, I was quite meticulous.
I had wandered outside the mansion like a loach several times, scouting out places and methods to leave—
But I failed.
Someone who recognized me forcibly sent me back home.
“Running away? You’re bringing shame upon the entire household. You are a disgrace to House of Adis, Kanna.”
The look in Chloe’s eyes as she stared at me when I was returned home.
That gaze, as if looking at filthy refuse, was something I could never forget.
“Be grateful that the Duke is not home. Had he learned of this, you would not have lived to see another day.”
With that, she punished me by locking me in the wardrobe.
I wept and pleaded that I was sorry, but Chloe showed no mercy.
As I was dragged roughly into the wardrobe, my eyes met Kalen’s.
“P-please help me….”
Without thinking, I begged for his aid.
Though I knew it would be futile, my desperation drove me to ask anyway.
But as expected, Kalen merely watched in silence.
He simply watched.
Soon he lowered his gaze and returned to his book. The pages turned with a soft rustle.
The gesture was so graceful….
It took two days trapped in that wardrobe before I could escape.
“The Duke will return in a week. You’d better eat something before then. If he sees you looking gaunt and wretched like a pauper, he’ll cast you out.”
As I listened to Chloe’s nagging, I stumbled down to the Underground Laboratory and began crafting a poison to stop the heart.
Because I wanted to die instead.
‘That attempt failed as well, in the end.’
As the memory surfaced, a bitter smile escaped my lips.
‘That was the most difficult time.’
When I dreamed of escape, ventured into the outside world for the first time, only to have my wings broken and be dragged back.
But I am not the same person I was then.
‘If the moment ever comes when I must flee, I will do it properly. I cannot afford to be clumsy like before.’
So I had to prepare.
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Days later, the day of the rendezvous arrived.
The location was the Masquerade Ball Hall—a clandestine gathering place for nobility, perfect for meeting in secret away from prying eyes.
I donned a brown wig and a platinum-adorned butterfly mask. The organization member I would meet was said to be wearing an identical mask.
‘So this is what it’s like.’
The moment I stepped into the Masquerade Ball Hall, the thick haze of smoke made me grimace.
‘Ugh, the smell of tobacco.’
Masked men and women laughed loudly, danced, drank, touched each other, and some were openly using drugs.
The male nobles’ behavior was entirely different from formal galas. They clung to me like rutting beasts—it was disgusting.
I walked forward, repeatedly brushing away the hands that grabbed at my arms.
‘Where on earth is the informant!’
Just as my patience was wearing thin, someone suddenly seized my wrist and pulled me forward. I was dragged helplessly into a man’s solid chest, my face colliding with it hard.
‘How dare you be so rude…!’
I was about to slap him when I lifted my head.
“Ah.”
A man wearing the same mask as mine was looking down at me.
Likely the informant. He was unexpectedly handsome. His platinum hair was swept back neatly, and the jawline visible beneath his mask was strikingly beautiful.
…But somehow, his face seemed familiar.
“Sorry for dragging you. You were about to walk past, and I couldn’t let you call out a name loudly in this place, could I?”
In that instant, a chill ran down my spine. This voice!
“How have you been?”
Prince Argon?
I blinked. It wasn’t a mistake. I hadn’t misread anything.
The man before me was Prince Argon!
“Your Highness, why are you…?”
Then Argon lowered his head. His sharp nose lightly tapped against my mask.
The sudden closeness made me hold my breath. Argon was grinning mischievously like a boy.
“Someone wearing the same mask. That’s the proof, isn’t it?”
Then could it really be that my informant is Argon?
Did that even make sense?
Argon is a prince.
“Your Highness, this is… impossible.”
“Why is it impossible?”
“…”
Was that supposed to be a question? The question was so bewildering that I couldn’t answer anything at all.
‘What is this? Is he joking? Did Eriel deceive me? Or…’
Suddenly my head throbbed with pain. Prince Argon as my informant—what kind of absurd situation was this?
“Oh, this is one of my favorite dance songs.”
Regardless of my confusion, Argon pulled me up onto the stage. He grasped my shoulders excitedly and began to dance.
‘Why am I dancing with a prince here…?’
I suppressed the urge to scream and spoke calmly instead.
“Your Highness, I came here to meet my informant.”
“I already told you. That’s me.”
Argon winked at me with one eye.
“You didn’t know I own the Information Guild?”
“…No.”
“Well, of course not. It’s a secret.”
…
Is he joking right now?
‘Though it’s already well-known that he wanders outside the Imperial Palace.’
I had heard that Argon had no interest in the throne and spent only the shortest amount of time in the Imperial Palace. Yet I never imagined he was enjoying this double life.
And he was supposed to be the Empire’s First Prince!
“I apologize, Your Highness. This happened because of my ignorance.”
Either way, I needed to salvage this situation. I had no intention whatsoever of becoming entangled with this mad prince.
“Had I known it was Your Highness’s guild, I would never have made contact. How could I possibly presume to…”
“It’s fine. I manage almost all of the Empire’s Information Guilds anyway.”
In that moment, my tongue went rigid. Surely not. That couldn’t be. He must be joking. Or perhaps boasting.
“It’s neither a joke nor boasting. If you don’t believe me, try finding another guild. Eventually, they’ll all lead back to me anyway.”
It was like a bolt from the blue. If what he said was true, then no matter where I submitted a request, it would eventually reach Argon’s ears!
“But I only directly manage a handful of nobles. You’re one of them, Kanna. Congratulations.”
There was nothing—absolutely nothing—to congratulate about. My carefully laid plans were crumbling to pieces!
‘And why has he been calling my name this whole time!’
Faced with this unexpected obstacle, I cried out silently. Then Argon glanced past me at something and spoke.
“By the way, Kanna, are you aware that a knight guard has been following you?”
“Pardon?”
“Your escort knight—Claude Azel.”
My neck tensed at those words. Claude had followed me?
“He keeps radiating an unpleasant aura. It feels like he’s spoiling for a fight, and it’s irritating.”
But I hadn’t even told Claude I was going out, let alone asked him to accompany me. If he’d followed me on his own, that was nothing short of surveillance.
Why would Claude do such a thing?
‘It must be Kalen’s orders.’
There was no other explanation for him to tail me without any special instructions.
‘Did Kalen deceive me?’
What had Kalen said when assigning the escort knight? That I should take him with me when I wanted, and forget about him otherwise.
Yet he’d arranged for Claude to follow me in secret even during those “other” moments. Without a word of warning!
‘This is nothing but surveillance.’
Irritation bubbled up inside me, but now wasn’t the time to voice my complaints.
“Your Highness, it was an honor to meet you. However, I cannot presume to request a favor from you.”
“Why not?”
“As a noble loyal to the Royal Family, how could I ask Your Highness to undertake such menial work? Therefore….”
“You should think carefully about this, Kanna.”
Argon gently cut off my words.
“Opportunities don’t always come around. You have to stay sharp and seize them the moment they pass before your eyes.”
Argon’s voice carried not just confidence but arrogance—as though his very existence was a tremendous opportunity for me.
“I can’t hire just anyone. Obviously, I’m not motivated by money. I have enough of that piled at my feet.”
“…Then what does move you, Your Highness?”
“Information.”
Argon smiled, baring his teeth.
“I can’t resist my curiosity.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t possess information that would interest Your Highness.”
“You do.”
“Pardon?”
“I’m curious about you, Kanna Adis.”
The rhythm of the waltz slowed. Moving in a leisurely circle, Argon lowered his lips toward my ear.
“You.”
The fine hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end as his breath touched my skin. When the scent of his rich cologne brushed against my nostrils.
“Who are you?”
“Pardon?”
“You’re not Silvien Valentino’s wife, Kanna Adis.”

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