My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 129

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Chapter 129
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Raphael was remarkably capable.
He not only secured us a hideaway but conjured up a delectable meal from trout he’d caught in the Pearlescent Lake. It was genuinely delicious.
Yes, it truly was delicious.
“So.”
My appetite vanished.
I set down my fork. The shocking revelation I’d just heard had utterly stripped away my hunger.
“You didn’t return with Silvien Valentino—you stayed nearby, waiting the whole time? To confirm I made it back safely?”
“Yes.”
“And when you saw me flee with Orsini, you grew concerned and followed?”
“Yes.”
“Attending the betrothal annulment ceremony as a witness—that was also to see me.”
“Yes.”
He’s lost his mind. The words nearly escaped my lips.
“You’ve lost your mind.”
Ah, I’d said it aloud after all.
“I understand the desire to protect me, but entering the Divine Temple was absolute madness.”
Regardless of coming as a witness for the Valentino Duchy, he was a defrocked priest. Surely there were countless obstacles in reaching the Divine Temple and remaining there.
In other words, Raphael had risked his life to attend the annulment ceremony—to observe me from close proximity and intervene should danger arise.
‘Wait.’
Could it be…?
“On the journey back from Paeylon Island, we were on the same ship. Was that intentional too?”
Raphael lifted his bowed head. He met my gaze and confessed.
“Yes.”
I’d exhausted my capacity for shock.
I could only laugh hollowly.
Every time I’d needed assistance, Raphael’s appearance had been no coincidence. It was all the product of his deliberate efforts.
‘He must have arranged this estate for me too. Prepared it in advance for any contingency.’
To what extent did he wish to protect me?
The Divine Spirit’s daughter.
“With such a beautiful face, you’ve been secretly and methodically stalking me. Raphael, you’re quite the frightening person, aren’t you?”
“I apologize.”
“An apology solves everything? I’m deeply displeased right now. Truly offended.”
A lie. The real reason for my displeasure lay elsewhere.
‘I thought it was genuine human affection.’
But it wasn’t—not from him.
“If you wish to punish me, I shall accept it without complaint.”
“You want punishment? Should I have you stand with your hands raised? Or perhaps I should strike you?”
“If you desire it, I am willing.”
How rigidly principled.
He didn’t even offer an excuse. Most would have defended themselves at least once with something like “it was all for you,” but he did nothing of the sort.
He simply acknowledged his actions, apologized, and sought punishment.
‘Inflexible. Utterly rigid.’
It truly irritated me.
“Raphael, you are my servant, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then you belong to me?”
Raphael lifted his gaze, meeting my eyes directly.
“You are my master.”
“So, I own you?”
“If you would have me completely.”
In that instant, a peculiar heat flickered across Raphael’s eyes.
“I would be grateful for nothing else.”
Beneath his expressionless face, pure, concentrated desire rippled like heat waves. I was momentarily overwhelmed by that fervent intensity.
How had he endured it all this time? It was remarkable how perfectly he’d concealed that yearning to become my servant.
“Is that so?”
I smiled and rose from my chair, moving toward him across the table.
“Mere words?”
Click, click. With each step closer, I watched his neck stiffen. I savored that reaction, deliberately approaching slowly. Then I perched on the edge of the table, crossing my legs.
“Does a single phrase—’you are my master’—make it so?”
I reached out and caressed the collar of his black priestly robes. In that moment, his tension transmitted through the fabric to my fingertips.
The Divine Spirit’s daughter. A man who tears demons apart for that reason alone, yet he freezes like this….
‘Amusing.’
And infuriating.
“People aren’t something you can possess so easily. What good are mere words of mastery? You need to prove it through action.”
“Anything.”
Raphael spoke quietly, his voice deep and resonant.
“I will obey whatever you command.”
“That’s dangerous talk. Do you know what I might ask of you?”
“I will do whatever you command.”
“Kneel and press your lips to my foot. Then I’ll believe you.”
It was petulant grumbling, but not to Raphael. His chair scraped backward. He immediately knelt before me.
‘Oh.’
There was no time to stop him. He grasped my left ankle, dangling in the air, and lowered his lips to the top of my foot.
Hot, soft sensation. A tingling shock erupted from where his lips touched, racing swiftly from my ankle and calf up to my thigh.
“I pledge my body and soul to serve you with absolute loyalty.”
He whispered against my skin, his breath scattering, the soft flesh moving beneath his lips felt vividly against my foot.
Fearing I might shamefully push him away, I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white.
“Please, believe in me.”
Raphael slowly lifted his head, gazing up at me in silent contemplation.
That same sensation washed over me as before—I was looking down at him, yet felt utterly crushed beneath his gaze.
“…Enough. I understand. Get up and sit in the chair.”
He obeyed obediently, rising like a dutiful student and settling into the seat. The way he debased himself without the slightest change in expression was audacious.
“I know nothing about Raphael. How can I claim you as mine if I don’t?”
“If you have questions, please ask. I will answer them.”
“When did you find out I’m the Divine Spirit’s daughter, and how?”
“From the moment I first saw you. I recognized it because you share his appearance.”
“Does Silvien know?”
“No.”
“How did you ever see the Divine Spirit? I was told that unless you’re a High Priest, there’s no opportunity to meet him. And even the High Priests rarely get close enough to remember his face clearly.”
“…”
“Or were you a High Priest? Though that seems unlikely.”
The hierarchy of priests, excluding the Enforcers, was strictly determined by age. Promotion came automatically with each passing year.
In other words, a young priest could never become a High Priest.
“I had a separate opportunity to meet the Divine Spirit.”
A separate opportunity? That meant he wouldn’t elaborate further. I let it pass without pressing the matter.
“How old are you, Raphael?”
“The same age as Silvien.”
“When did you leave the Divine Temple?”
“When I was seventeen.”
“That was twelve years ago then. I attempted to run away around that time too, though unlike Raphael, I failed…”
Kanna paused for a moment before asking the question she’d wanted to ask most.
“Why did you leave?”
“I did not wish to follow the Divine Temple’s rules.”
“What rules? That you can never leave the Divine Temple without permission?”
“…”
“Or that you must live by a schedule the Divine Temple creates from birth until death? Or perhaps the incestuous marriages between priests who are practically family?”
“All of them.”
“Yes, I would have run away too, honestly.”
Yet despite leaving the Divine Temple, his faith remained unchanged. That’s why he chose to become her servant.
“Do you know anything about my mother? Her name is Seon-hee—she has exotic features and black hair.”
“I have no knowledge of that matter. I apologize.”
Since I hadn’t held much hope when asking, I wasn’t disappointed. Just as I was about to fall silent, Raphael unexpectedly spoke.
“If you intend to leave Adis permanently, please tell me. Thorough preparation will be necessary.”
“Is it possible? If Adis truly searches for me, it would be difficult.”
“Of course it would be difficult.”
Raphael admitted it readily.
“But if you wish it, it is possible. Whatever it takes, I can make it so.”
It didn’t sound like mere boasting. He truly seemed to possess such power. What could be the secret of that strength?
‘After all, I can’t fully trust Raphael.’
Raphael is hiding something from me. I’m certain of it. So I really can’t trust him. Which means.
‘I should use this man appropriately and then discard him.’
Raphael said he was my master. He told me to do whatever I wanted.
‘So I can discard him whenever I please.’
I smiled wickedly, my heart darkening with the thought.
“I understand. I’ll think about what to do.”
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Using the excuse of considering future plans, I rested deeply for several days. On the night of the seventh day, I took a solitary walk along the shore of Pearlescent Lake.
‘What should I do?’
I am not the daughter of Alexandro Adis. I am the daughter of the Divine Spirit and Seon-hee.
I had panicked terribly upon learning that fact, but now I had completely calmed down.
‘I can’t just trust Raphael and flee like this. Everything I’ve built so far would crumble to nothing.’
…But should I just abandon it all and run?
That was when I heard rustling from the bushes. Then a man’s face suddenly popped out.
“…Huh?”
I blinked my eyes.
Brilliant golden hair. Blue eyes. It was Claude Azel!
“Why are you coming out of there?”
“Young Lady.”
Claude rose from the bushes with a sheepish laugh.
“And why are you here, Young Lady?”
He brushed the grass clinging to his hair and body as he approached.
“Ah, first of all, congratulations on your divorce. So from now on, would it be alright if I called you Young Lady?”
“You’re already calling me that… How did you know I was here?”
“Well, I searched with all my might. The Adis Mansion is in complete chaos right now, Young Lady. Lord Kalen’s eyes have turned bloodshot.”
“His eyes have turned… bloodshot?”
“Yes. If he knew you were here, he’d come to seize you at once.”
I grasped the meaning of his words.
That meant Kalen still didn’t know.
“I warned you not to get close to that defrocked priest. That priest’s gaze when he looks at you is abnormal. It’s infuriating.”
“You said Kalen doesn’t know where I am yet.”
I ignored his words entirely and spoke.
“If it were Kalen, I would have expected him to order you to inform him first.”
“….”
“Claude Azel, you didn’t come on Kalen’s orders, did you?”
Claude fell silent. But then he burst into laughter.
“Ah, how perceptive. You’re quite sharp.”
I suspected as much, and I was right.
Claude had come under someone else’s orders, not Kalen’s!
A voice called out from behind me.
“Will you continue conversing?”
It was Raphael.
I wasn’t startled. I’d already suspected he was watching from somewhere.
“Or shall I dispose of him for you now?”
Raphael was offering to eliminate Claude Azel if I wished.
“Look at him. He’s been lurking in the shadows this whole time, and now that things seem to be taking a turn, he finally shows himself. How frightening.”
“Claude Azel.”
Even at a moment like this, a jest escaped my lips. Claude Azel laughed mischievously at my cautionary tone.
“My apologies.”
“Tell me whose orders you’re following.”
“I came with that person. He’s waiting just behind there.”
Claude Azel pointed toward the shrubbery buried in deep shadow.
“Duke Alexandro Adis awaits you.”

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