My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 14

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Chapter 14
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“Get up this instant!”
Crack!
A sharp sting bloomed across my cheek as I jolted awake, eyes flying open.
“You! You did this to Orsini? To my son!”
A furious woman glared down at me. The moment our eyes met, I recognized her immediately.
Chloe Adis. My stepmother.
“Why did you hit me?”
I muttered in a sharp voice. Being struck awake without warning was deeply unpleasant.
Yet Chloe showed no restraint, raising her arm to deliver another blow across my face.
“That is enough!”
I tried to shrink away, but Chloe’s wrist was seized before I could move.
It was Kalen, who had rushed over upon hearing the news.
“Mother! What is the meaning of this!”
“Kalen, Kanna did this to Orsini!”
“I invited her into this house. She is my guest—show her respect!”
Chloe wrenched her arm from Kalen’s grip roughly. Yet she could not ignore her son’s words, and her hand fell still.
“How did this happen? First that cast-out Kanna returns, and now Orsini is injured!”
“Cast out? I left because I married and departed of my own accord.”
At my disgruntled complaint, sparks of fury flashed in Chloe’s eyes.
But that was all. She seemed to regain her composure in Kalen’s presence.
“Kanna, it has been a long time. Though I cannot say I am pleased to see you.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
“Orsini is in great pain right now. I hear you alone possess the cure. Do not torment him—give it to him at once.”
“I will give it to you once you apologize for what you just did.”
“I am truly sorry. I was wrong. It will not happen again.”
The apology came without hesitation, and I narrowed my eyes. She was indeed more intelligent than Orsini, seasoned by years.
“Very well.”
I calmly retrieved a medicine bottle from the storage cabinet and held it out.
“Here. Apply one drop at a time, and the wound will heal.”
I had said I would not give it until Orsini apologized himself, but truthfully, it was mere spite.
Orsini’s apology mattered little. Whether he apologized or not, my disdain for him remained unchanged.
I simply wanted to exact a measure of old revenge.
“You should apply it yourself. Since you inflicted the wound, it is only fitting that you administer the cure directly, is it not?”
She clearly did not trust me. It was the reaction I had anticipated, so I nodded and rose to my feet.
“Understood.”
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“Ugh, you filthy wretch….”
“Be quiet, Orsini. Say another word and I might accidentally drop the medicine bottle.”
How many times Orsini had slipped in and out of consciousness, I could not say—but his complexion told the grim story.
I clicked my tongue softly and settled onto the edge of his bed.
“Does it hurt terribly?”
“Damn it, is that what you call comfort?!”
“Do you trust me?”
“…What?”
“Are you certain this potion won’t burn through your ribs and incinerate your heart this time?”
That was when Chloe’s voice cut through the air like a blade.
“Kanna, what on earth are you saying?!”
What am I saying? I’m threatening him, of course. Frightening him into better behavior going forward.
“It’s a jest, merely a jest.”
“Do not make such terrifying jests.”
“Would a swordsman as skilled as Orsini truly be frightened by something so trivial?”
“Kanna!”
Yes, yes. I understand.
I uncorked the vial and poured the contents slowly over his wound. The injury began to mend as if by miracle.
Chloe watched the scene unfold with an expression bordering on shock.
‘Kanna created this?’
She had known that I spent my entire childhood absorbed in alchemical research, yet she had never once witnessed the fruits of that labor. In truth, she had never cared—neither for alchemy nor for me.
She had dismissed it all as the pitiful hobby of a useless little girl with nothing better to do.
Then, having finished the treatment, I rose abruptly from my seat.
“There. It will pain you no longer. I’m returning to bed.”
I left the room at once. This time, I intended to sleep deeply. Very deeply indeed.
“…”
But my footsteps halted.
A colossal shadow fell across the doorway—so immense it could swallow my entire frame in a single gulp.
I kept my head lowered, my gaze fixed numbly on the figure’s legs.
Legs that stood as imposingly as a mountain.
In an instant, my skin prickled with dread. Every hair on my body stood on end, and the nape of my neck grew taut.
The presence was that overwhelming—a radiance like the sun itself, and my muscles tensed involuntarily.
I breathed quietly and slowly raised my gaze.
An extraordinarily robust frame.
A height that dwarfed even Orsini and Kalen, a physique carved with such imposing presence it seemed hewn from mountains themselves.
My eyes traveled upward, degree by degree, until at last they reached the summit.
A piercing gaze. Eyes of desert-dry green.
My breath caught entirely.
“…”
It was Father—Duke Alexandro Adis.
Why was this?
My younger brothers and stepmother had never stirred such a reaction, yet now it felt as though a beast had seized my heart and crushed it in its jaws.
I could not utter a single word, nor even draw a breath without restraint.
Alexandro Adis remained unchanged.
They said that martial masters who had reached transcendent levels did not age easily—and he seemed to prove that hypothesis, still bearing the appearance of a young man in his prime.
As beautiful and imposing as ever, exactly as I had seen him in my childhood.
Then, Duke Adis’s lips—carved like stone—began to move.
“Kanna Adis.”
Yes, Father… I answered thus.
Or did I?
My mind had turned so blank that I could not discern my own response. I merely observed, like a spectator watching from afar.
He gazed at my face as though tearing it open, then slowly raised his hand.
A large palm came to rest against my cheek.
“…!”
Since this was the first time he had ever touched me, I was bewildered beyond all reason.
Yet Alexandro’s expression remained utterly composed—as though this were a right he could claim whenever he wished, as naturally as breathing.
“Kanna Adis.”
And he spoke my name in a low voice, the sound resonating through the cavern with weighty gravity.
“You have returned.”
In that moment, an absurd thought seized me.
Perhaps Alexandro had been waiting for this moment all along…
Such a mad thought.
‘It is madness. It cannot be.’
I steadied myself. Now was the time to respond properly.
“It has been a long time, Father.”
Suddenly, a strange dissonance scratched at the back of my mind.
Wait. What had Father just said?
‘Not Kanna Valentino… but Kanna Adis?’
…No. This was not the moment to dwell on such things. I grasped my wandering thoughts firmly.
“I will explain everything. The reason I am here is…”
I spoke carefully, fearing he might suddenly command my silence or cast me out.
Yet unexpectedly, Alexandro did not interrupt. Instead, he simply gazed at me with an intensity that was almost unsettling, his silence profound.
As though… he were listening intently.
Though this was deeply strange and unsettling, I focused on conveying my circumstances.
“…So that is why I have come here. I agreed to enter on the condition that you would heal Lucy Adis. Please, do not punish Kalen for this.”
I barely managed to finish speaking.
Relieved, I stole a glance at his expression, feeling like a condemned prisoner awaiting judgment.
He had even issued orders that the doors not be opened should I arrive, and yet I had defied him and entered—surely he would be angry.
And yet…
‘Why does he simply sit there in silence?’
I held my breath, my fingers fidgeting nervously.
Alexandro merely stared at me with an intensity that could pierce stone, his lips sealed. Layer upon layer of silence pressed down upon me like a mountain, until I could scarcely breathe—and only then did his lips finally part.
“Very well.”
“Pardon?”
“Do as you wish.”
That was all. Alexandro Adis turned on his heel and strode away without another word, his gait brisk and decisive.
Before Kanna Adis could even react to his unexpected consent, he had vanished from sight with remarkable speed.
“What?”
I stood utterly dumbfounded.
When I turned my head, I saw that Chloe wore the same bewildered expression.
The face of someone who had just witnessed something utterly absurd.
Do as I wish?
Do as I wish, he said?
Not “go ahead and do that if you wish to die”?

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