My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 130

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Chapter 130
My father had come.
It was almost impossible to believe.
I had never imagined that my father would come in person to retrieve me, even if Kalen might.
“What if I don’t wish to see him?”
Claude shrugged his shoulders.
“His Grace made no mention of bringing you by force. So you may do as you please.”
No, that couldn’t be right.
My father had come all this way himself—there was no chance he would leave empty-handed. And when that moment came, it would not unfold so quietly.
I turned to look at Raphael.
“I’ll go meet my father. Don’t follow me this time.”
“Understood.”
As I spoke and began walking, Claude, trailing behind me, grumbled.
“What? Why do you report everything to that priest?”
“Report? I was simply stating my choice.”
“That’s exactly why I’m asking—why do you do that with that priest? What exactly is your relationship? Could you at least explain it to me?”
“Absolutely not. You’d just run straight to Kalen and spill everything.”
“I wouldn’t. So just tell me, just a little.”
“If you keep lying, I’ll kick you.”
“Yes, my apologies.”
We reached the carriage while exchanging such trivial banter.
Yet my father was not inside the carriage—he sat at the base of a tree outside.
I stopped without thinking.
For a moment, I thought he was someone else. His appearance was so different from usual.
Alexandro Adis, who always wore impeccable formal attire, now wore a loose silk shirt like a shepherd in a pasture, along with comfortable leather boots.
He even held a partially eaten apple in his hand.
Where had that apple come from?
“Where did that apple come from…?”
Claude murmured the same observation. Soon after, he noticed that my father was sitting beneath an apple tree.
“Surely he didn’t climb the tree himself?”
“That couldn’t be…”
“But His Grace certainly wouldn’t have picked up fallen fruit from the ground.”
As we were deducing the origin of the apple, his gaze fixed precisely upon me.
Claude and I both flinched simultaneously. I approached him.
“I heard you called for me.”
My father rose to his feet. A leaf that had clung to his red hair drifted away.
In that moment, for some reason, the Divine Spirit crossed my mind.
A being who had lived more than five hundred years, yet still bore the face of a young man.
Would my father also retain the appearance of a twenty-year-old youth until his death?
“To the carriage.”
“Ah, yes.”
I followed him into the carriage. The moment I settled into the seat, regret flooded through me.
‘I should have suggested we talk while walking instead.’
Facing each other in such a confined space made the pressure feel twice as suffocating.
Why did he always appear so impossibly massive?
In reality, his build was similar to Orsini’s and Kalen’s, yet he always loomed like an immovable mountain.
I was weary of this sensation of being utterly crushed without any means of resistance, but there was nothing I could do about it. My fingertips tingled, and my lips burned. It was always this way, and this time was no exception.
“….”
A heavy silence settled within the carriage.
Just as my breath grew shallow and my breathing began to falter, Alexandro Adis finally spoke.
“Kanna Adis.”
“Yes.”
“Come home.”
“….”
“If you wish, I can even bring the apostate priest who aided your escape.”
Instead of answering, I simply gazed at him. Then I carefully broached the subject.
“I met the Divine Spirit.”
“Did you?”
“Yes. He said something strange.”
My tongue felt parched. I swallowed hard before speaking.
“Would you like to hear what he told me?”
“Predictable.”
Alexandro Adis leaned back against the carriage seat. He muttered with a sardonic edge.
“He told you that you are not my daughter.”
His face bore even a hint of irritation as he spoke.
“That much is true.”
“….”
“You are the Divine Spirit’s daughter.”
I went blank.
My mind emptied completely of all thought.
I stared at him in a daze before my head drooped.
At some point without my noticing, my hands had clenched into tight fists. Anyone could see I was tense.
The moment I realized it, irritation surged through me.
How could he speak of it so casually? I had been in a state of near panic for days!
“Is that all?”
Fierce anger burned hot in my head. I lifted my gaze and glared at him.
“The truth I have believed my entire life has been revealed as a lie, and that is all you have to say?”
“Are you angry?”
Angry? Is that really what you’re asking me right now?
“Of course I am!”
A surge of pent-up fury erupted from within me.
Without a shred of fear, I stomped my foot against the carriage floor and cried out.
“How could I not be furious? I’ve lived my entire twenty-six years deceived!”
My breath came in ragged gasps.
Merely a few words spoken in haste, yet the mere fact that my opponent was Alexandro Adis demanded I expend every ounce of my strength.
Silence descended once more.
Alexandro Adis gazed wordlessly at me, my shoulders heaving.
His eyes were so utterly devoid of warmth—that desert-like visage drained all my resolve in an instant.
Despite my fury, it touched him not at all.
“Nothing changes.”
He spoke with utter indifference.
“You have grown as the eldest daughter of Adis. You shall continue to live as such.”
“….”
“Regardless of whether my blood flows through your veins, your place as a member of House Adis remains unchanged. Therefore.”
He spoke with absolute finality.
“Remain in Adis. You cannot go anywhere without my permission.”
I was utterly flabbergasted. I laughed bitterly.
“Your Grace, the Duke of Adis—I could choose the Divine Temple instead.”
The Divine Spirit had granted me that choice.
He had told me to come whenever I wished, that he would wait. Thus, if I desired it, I could abandon Adis and live as a saint.
That is why his certainty seemed so absurd to me.
“You?”
Yet it was Alexandro Adis who scoffed.
“Kanna Adis, you must return home.”
His unyielding words ignited a competitive fire within me. I met his gaze and spoke with deliberate precision.
“I will go where I choose.”
“Did we not make a promise? I said that if I granted you a divorce, I would entrust the matter of your residence entirely to you.”
“That was a promise made when I still believed you were my father.”
I was being stubbornly defiant, though in truth I had already considered returning to Adis to some degree.
I had left too much behind there.
Everything I had accomplished thus far existed in Adis, so even if I departed, I would need to take it with me.
And yet I despised it.
I simply despised it.
I did not wish to meekly answer, “Very well.”
As I displayed an unusual stubbornness, Alexandro Adis released a weary sigh. He rubbed the bridge of his nose—a gesture heavy with profound exhaustion.
“Kanna.”
“Yes.”
“Did I come here to persuade you?”
In that instant, my words caught in my throat.
Persuade… Of course not. Surely not.
There was no word more distant from that man than “persuasion.”
He had not come to lecture me, nor to coax me into compliance.
He had come to command.
The moment I understood this, helplessness crashed down upon me like a tidal wave.
Now that Father had found me, escape was no longer an option. Besides, had I not already resigned myself to returning to Adis?
And yet.
“Tell me the truth.”
So why did I find myself so unwilling to simply obey?
“Why did you raise me, and what was your relationship with my mother? Tell me.”
“I mentioned this before. If you want something, you must pay the price.”
He continued speaking slowly.
“Or you can remain by my side and play detective. In doing so, clues may eventually surface to satisfy your curiosity.”
Kanna Adis clenched her fists and glared at him.
“Do you know what? Duke Alexandro Adis, I hate you. I truly find you unbearable.”
Yet his gaze remained unmoved. He simply stared, as though urging me to continue.
That infuriated me.
It grated against my nerves maddingly.
No matter how harshly I lashed out, no matter how I tried to wound him, he remained utterly unmoved.
As though I were nothing to him. Merely dust. Utterly insignificant.
“You are the worst villain I have ever known.”
At that, the corners of Alexandro Adis’s mouth lifted ever so slightly. A faint smile flickered across his face—barely perceptible—before vanishing in an instant.
“What a pity that you’ve only just realized it.”
* * *
Yoanna Friedrich was the first princess of the Yalden Kingdom. And she was the betrothed of Kalen Adis.
‘To be precise, she was his intended bride.’
Letters had been exchanged regarding the engagement, and she had come in person to finalize the details.
Though it was called a betrothal, it was truly a transaction between the Friedrich Royal House and House Adis—a binding contract of great consequence.
Even amid the calculations of numbers and wealth, Yoanna was deeply satisfied with this engagement.
Even in Yalden, Kalen Adis was renowned for his striking appearance and exceptional abilities. To have secured such a man felt like extraordinary fortune.
“What is it?”
Yoanna pushed Kalen onto her bed. She climbed atop him with a suggestive laugh.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“We have not yet been formally betrothed, Your Highness. It is premature to consummate the union.”
Good heavens. Yoanna burst into laughter.
Even in such a moment, he maintained that cold expression and uttered such tedious words.
His demeanor was that of a model student, yet somehow it was provocative in a peculiar way. To Yoanna, who had experienced countless men in Yalden, he was a refreshingly novel type.
“You seem unaware that the women of the Yalden Kingdom lack patience. Especially when they desire something, they seize it actively. Like this.”
Yoanna seized the cravat wound about Kalen’s neck and pulled it loose. Kalen’s brow furrowed with annoyance.
“Your Highness, my day is not yet concluded. I have a meeting to attend. Please step aside.”
His voice was resolute, betraying not the slightest wavering. He seemed to regard her as nothing more than a nuisance.
Yoanna Friedrich was shocked.
She had never encountered a man who wouldn’t succumb to her advances, yet here one stood.
‘Did I really lose to some tedious meeting?’
Irritated, Yoanna Friedrich withdrew from him. She had pressed forward aggressively, certainly, but she harbored no desire to force herself upon someone who refused her.
“Then I wish you a peaceful evening, Your Highness.”
Kalen Adis offered his farewell without so much as a flicker of expression across his face. And with that, he departed without a shred of hesitation.
‘That’s rather excessive.’
A soft groan escaped her lips unbidden.
A man who could reject a night with a beautiful woman outright and attend to his duties instead—how could she possibly break through his resolve?
‘Hmm, this might prove more interesting than I thought.’
I wondered what would happen if such a man were to lose himself completely in a woman, surrendering his reason entirely.
Then, from beyond the door, came a strange sound. It was Kalen Adis’s voice—raised in fury.
Yoanna Friedrich quickly opened the door and peered out. And she gasped in astonishment.
Kalen Adis’s face, always composed and immaculate, was now utterly contorted!
“My sister has disappeared? You’re telling me this now?!”
The Butler shrank back. Kalen Adis shouted.
“Summon the Knight Order at once! No—never mind. I’ll go myself!”
“B-but the meeting…?”
Kalen Adis then fixed the Butler with a glacial stare.
“My sister has disappeared.”
Each word burned with searing fury.
Yoanna Friedrich doubted her own ears. This was a voice she had never imagined hearing from Kalen Adis—one seething with raw emotion.
“Does that matter?”

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