My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 128

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Chapter 128
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I awoke from a deep slumber.
Blinking hazily, I realized I had been leaning against something—a muscular, broad chest marked with scars.
“You’re awake?”
I lifted my head abruptly and found myself meeting his gaze.
In that instant, fragmented memories of last night flickered through my mind.
“Take my clothes off.”
“Hold me.”
Heat flooded my face. Fortunately, I managed to maintain my composure.
“Put me down now.”
Raphael complied without hesitation. He gathered the garments spread near the campfire and handed them to me.
“They still retain some moisture, but they should be more comfortable than yesterday.”
“Thank you.”
I hastily dressed, feigning nonchalance while my mind spun in complete disarray.
And with good reason.
‘I must have lost my mind last night.’
No matter how grueling the night had been, I clearly hadn’t been in my right mind. I stole a glance at Raphael. He had already changed back into his priestly robes, the buttons fastened meticulously up to his neck with almost austere restraint.
‘This man is truly remarkable.’
Despite the mortifying circumstances, Raphael hadn’t so much as raised an eyebrow. He remained unflinchingly composed—hardly the image of a man who had just been holding a nearly naked woman.
Now that I thought about it, he’d been the same way yesterday.
When he removed his own clothes and shared his warmth with me, not a single breath, not the slightest tremor in his hands had betrayed any reaction.
I tilted my head in bewilderment.
‘Even for a priest, it shouldn’t be so easy to regard the opposite sex with such indifference.’
Or perhaps Ju-hwa’s suspicions had been justified after all?
As I pondered this, Raphael suddenly turned his head. Our eyes met, and he immediately lowered his gaze respectfully.
“If your condition permits, I believe we should depart now.”
Yet I hesitated. I had no idea where to go.
‘What should I do?’
Returning to the Grand Temple made no sense after escaping it. And I had no desire to return to Adis—certainly not now.
I had nowhere to go. Worse, I had no money.
I’d left all my belongings behind at the Grand Temple.
‘But I have Raphael.’
As always, Raphael kept his gaze lowered, unable to meet my eyes directly.
“Raphael.”
“Yes?”
“Did you know I was the Divine Spirit’s daughter?”
A brief silence fell. Then he confirmed it.
“Yes.”
As I suspected. I laughed. At last, one final knot had completely unraveled.
‘So that’s why he was being so kind to me.’
All this time, Raphael had been treating Kanna well because she was the Divine Spirit’s daughter. Not for some trivial reason like affection toward her.
‘Right, that makes sense.’
How could he possibly harbor affection for her?
Recalling everything Ju-hwa had done to him with this body, it was impossible.
He had never cared about her attitude from the start. He wouldn’t have been interested either.
For Raphael, only one thing mattered—that she was the Divine Spirit’s daughter.
“I have nowhere to go. Prepare a place for me.”
“Understood.”
Now I finally understood. His words telling me not to make requests. He was simply telling me to give orders.
‘So that’s how it was. That’s why.’
Kanna laughed bitterly.
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After leaving the Forest, I procured a carriage and rode for quite some time. And the place I arrived at was another forest.
“It says no entry allowed?”
Was it a nobleman’s private property? A massive fence prohibiting entry stood at the forest’s entrance.
“It’s fine.”
“…Fine, you say?”
“Yes.”
Then so be it. Kanna followed him without further comment.
As I ventured deeper into the forest, a small lake revealed itself. The pearlescent waters of the Pearlescent Lake sparkled beneath the sunlight. A solitary mansion stood reflected on the clear surface like a mirror.
“You may rest there for now.”
“Is it someone you know?”
“That is not the case.”
“Then how do you know whose estate it is…?”
“It is mine, so have no concerns.”
This time, Kanna was truly at a loss for words.
Was he joking? No, Raphael wouldn’t joke. He seemed like someone who wouldn’t even know what humor was.
‘Then this entire forest belongs to Raphael?’
He didn’t seem like the type to lie, so it must be true.
‘I thought he was poor, but he wasn’t.’
He must have gathered considerable funds when leaving the Grand Temple. Kanna inwardly admired his resourcefulness.
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The surprises didn’t end there. The interior of the mansion was so dazzlingly ornate that it rivaled even the Valentino Estate or the Adis Mansion.
I had thought of him as a humble apostate priest, yet he lived in such a magnificent place!
“Raphael, do you normally live here?”
“No.”
“Then what? Is it some kind of vacation home?”
“No. I simply prepared it in advance for situations like this….”
Raphael trailed off. He seemed concerned it would sound strange. And understandably so. To her ears, it was indeed a very odd thing to say.
What a predicament. Why would Raphael have prepared a hideaway for a situation where he himself needed to conceal his whereabouts?
‘Surely it’s not for my sake, but a refuge for himself.’
Once I accepted that reasoning, it made sense.
“Then who cleans this place? I don’t see any servants around.”
“There are hired staff who maintain it periodically. If you wish, I can arrange for servants to reside here permanently.”
“No. I’d prefer not to encounter anyone while I’m staying here.”
“As you wish.”
“Raphael.”
“Yes?”
“I’m divorced. How long are you going to keep calling me ‘madam’?”
“….”
“I’m no longer married, so calling me ‘madam’ isn’t appropriate. Please use something else.”
“If you have a preferred form of address, please tell me anything you wish.”
“Anything?”
“Yes.”
Raphael answered obediently, like a well-mannered servant. He had always been compliant, but now it was more pronounced.
And I found that attitude irritating.
“Then I think it’s time we redefine the relationship between Raphael and me.”
“As you wish.”
“But first, let me ask one thing. Are you following me as a priest because I’m the Divine Spirit’s daughter? Or are you showing kindness out of personal affection?”
In truth, there was no need to ask. I already knew what he would say.
“I am following you.”
There it was. Just as I expected. I let out a bitter laugh.
“You follow me, then. Does that mean you’ll obey whatever I say?”
“Yes.”
“Even if it contradicts Silvien Valentino’s wishes?”
“Yes.”
I was somewhat taken aback by that answer. Could it be that I ranked higher in his priorities than Silvien Valentino? Was being the Divine Spirit’s daughter really that significant?
The more I thought about it, the more my mood twisted uncomfortably.
“Do you perhaps wish to return to the priesthood? Is it because you think I might become a saint or something similar in the future?”
“I swear I have never harbored such thoughts. It would be enough for me to serve you by your side.”
Now that my identity as the Divine Spirit’s daughter had been revealed, he had cast aside all pretense and was behaving overtly like a servant.
“Of course, Raphael was always someone who preferred commands rather than requests.”
That was true. Raphael had never wanted to be my equal. I had thought he was being considerate because I was his friend’s wife, but….
“Then what am I to Raphael? Since you obey commands, am I like a master to you?”
“It would be an honor to be regarded as such.”
“….”
I was so taken aback that I closed my mouth.
I had thrown out those words sarcastically, yet he accepted them immediately. He seemed so willing, as if he had been waiting for this very moment.
“You want to become my servant?”
“Anything.”
He cut his words short, then continued.
“If you would take me into your service, madam, I would accept anything.”
With those words, I became absolutely certain.
This was it.
Becoming my servant—this was what Raphael truly desired.
Perhaps from the very moment he first laid eyes on me.
“Well.”
Irritation surged up violently. I replied with cold indifference.
“How troublesome. I don’t use formal speech with servants.”
“Please, speak to me more casually.”
I burst into laughter. He was now openly revealing his true intentions. It was almost remarkable how he had managed to conceal them until now.
“If my speech becomes casual, my actions will follow suit. I’m rougher than I appear, so you might get hurt.”
“You may hurt me.”
He answered without hesitation.
“Do you think I’m joking? I’m not a good person. I might behave quite wickedly.”
“Treat me as you wish. Trample me, destroy me—it matters not.”
My eyes froze over with coldness.
Yes, that’s how it is. There’s no reason to refuse when the other party desires it. If he wishes to be a servant, I’ll treat him as one.
“You’ll regret this, Raphael.”
I spoke slowly, stepping closer to him. Raphael gazed down at my feet and answered quietly.
“I will not regret it.”
“Is that so?”
I lifted the corners of my mouth.
“Then what will you call me?”
Was this provocation, or was it venting my frustrations?
The moment I thought it might be both, understanding flooded through me.
The reason my mood had been unsettled all this while.
Perhaps I had wanted to become friends with Raphael. Because I thought he was a decent person, I had hoped to grow closer to him as a human being.
But he harbored no such intentions whatsoever.
I am the Divine Spirit’s daughter. Whether my name was Ju-hwa or Kanna, whether my temperament was pleasant or not, whether I liked him or despised him—to Raphael, I was merely the Divine Spirit’s daughter.
So all I could do was give him what he desired.
“Would ‘Young Mistress’ suit you? But a servant has no right to address you so presumptuously.”
“As you wish.”
“Then call me Master. Like a proper servant.”
I was being spiteful.
I knew it. Yet I couldn’t stop myself. Perhaps I had been hoping he would refuse, that he would grow angry.
But.
“Very well.”
Enough of this!
I nearly cried out. Kanna bit her lip, then released it.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Your words are sparse.”
“My apologies, Master.”
A wave of aversion surged through me.
As expected, it was deeply uncomfortable. Raphael, by contrast, moved with such natural grace—as if he had spent a lifetime rehearsing for this very moment.
“Good. Do as you say.”
So I simply smiled softly. It was a smile devoid of warmth.
“Congratulations on becoming my servant, Raphael.”
Raphael knelt. As he prostrated himself, his broad, rigid back wrapped in black priestly robes came into full view.
He pressed his lips to the hem of my garment.
“Master, I am grateful for your acceptance.”
Though it should have been impossible, I felt a tremor emanating from him—from his lips touching the fabric, from his fingers, from his voice.
He lifted his gaze. His expression was blank. Yet a flicker of heat that he could not quite conceal brushed past before vanishing like an illusion.
In that instant, an unsettling discord crept up my spine.
I had claimed Raphael in my grasp, so why did it feel as though I had fallen into his?
That was not all.
“Please use me freely, Master.”
I was the one looking down, yet he seemed to be the one gazing down upon me.
Kanna felt herself pinned beneath the weight of his violet eyes.

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