My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 161

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Chapter 161
Having obtained what I desired, I harbored no further regrets. As I rose to my feet, Orsini seized my wrist.
“Don’t go.”
Was the drug already taking effect? My vision blurred, and strength drained from my grasp.
Orsini exhaled a heated breath and spoke once more.
“Don’t leave me, Kanna.”
My body tilted toward the sofa. The world swayed before my eyes. Yet Orsini stubbornly clung to my wrist.
In that moment, our gazes met.
Black eyes brimming with contempt, as though regarding refuse.
“Let go.”
I wrenched my hand from his grasp with brutal force.
That was all it took. With the last vestiges of consciousness, his hand—which had held me captive—fell away like a withered stalk, powerless.
At last, his eyes closed.
“Insufferable wretch.”
I turned away without hesitation, shouldering my bundle of belongings as I departed the room.
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Silvien Valentino furrowed his brow.
“What nonsense is this?”
He had dismissed his previous butler and hired a new one.
Yet this one proved equally foolish. To report such preposterous drivel.
“Baseless rumors concerning nobility abound. Must you report every idle whisper that reaches your ears?”
“Y-Your Grace, it is that….”
“Leave my sight.”
The butler attempted to speak further but dared not defy his command, retreating backward. The door closed with a sharp click.
Yet Silvien’s mood remained unimproved. Naturally it would.
He had just endured an absurd rumor presented as urgent intelligence.
‘Impossible.’
Kanna dead? And by her own hand, no less.
Silvien exhaled a displeased sigh and turned the page of his documents.
Since that quarrel with Kanna, he had erased her from his mind.
It had been effortless. There was no reason for further entanglement.
Yet occasionally, when she surfaced in his thoughts like this, she irritated him like a malignant tumor.
Then came the knock. Tap, tap. Another interruption.
“Your Grace, my apologies, but….”
The butler again. Silvien smiled awkwardly while reading his documents. Would he need to dismiss this one as well?
“A messenger from House of Adis has arrived bearing a death notice.”
What?
Silvien’s gaze lifted sharply. He looked toward the door and asked.
“A death notice for whom?”
“A death notice….”
The Butler barely managed to continue speaking.
“It is the death notice of Kanna Adis, the Duke’s daughter.”
The documents slipped from his trembling hands.
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Kanna’s funeral was held.
In the Chapel of the Adis Mansion, the multicolored light from the towering stained glass windows cascaded down upon the black coffin.
Silvien Valentino stood before the coffin.
Within the black coffin, Kanna lay sleeping, buried beneath pure white flowers.
A pristine white lace-trimmed dress. Her two hands folded across her chest, and upon them rested a bouquet of blue roses, pale and lifeless.
Everything was pallid.
The woman with those ominously crimson lips, that fierce and vibrant color, had turned ashen white.
Her body seemed as though it might shatter at any moment, as if the burning spirit had vanished and only an empty shell remained.
Silvien Valentino stared blankly at that face.
‘She’s dead.’
She really is dead. That was all I could comprehend.
Like a complete fool, I couldn’t think of anything. How long had I stood there in a daze?
“Pardon me, Your Grace. I….”
Silvien Valentino turned his head.
A girl with violet-tinted hair looked up at him with hollow eyes.
“Are you perhaps the Duke of Valentino?”
“I am.”
Tears welled up in the girl’s emerald eyes.
“I hate you.”
“….”
“If only you had been kinder to my sister while she was alive… I really hate you.”
Tears streamed down the girl’s face.
“My sister loved you so much.”
Her trembling hands clutched a teddy bear desperately.
“Everyone who was cruel to my sister, I hate them all. I hope they all get punished!”
“Lucy!”
“They all deserve punishment. I hate them all. I hate them all!”
As she burst into tears and thrashed about, a woman with crimson hair rushed over. It was Isabel Adis.
“I apologize, Your Grace. Lucy is overwhelmed by the shock….”
“No. It’s fine.”
At his response, Isabel’s eyes widened considerably.
His voice was remarkably smooth, as if it belonged to another world entirely, untouched by this tragedy.
Isabel Adis stared blankly up at Silvien Valentino. Even in such a moment, he was beautiful as a statue. Without a single flaw.
“…Are you not grieving, Your Grace?”
Isabel’s lips trembled.
How can you be like this?
How could someone remain so composed when a person had died? Not a single change in expression—how was that even possible?
Yet Isabel clenched her teeth.
But she knew the truth. She had no right to speak such words. She was exactly the same.
No—perhaps even more wicked than that.
Isabel stared at Kanna Adis, eternally asleep within the coffin.
I should have apologized.
When Kalen ordered me to apologize, I should have at least pretended to resist and said something.
Why couldn’t I say anything until the very end?
Tears welled up in Isabel’s eyes. Truly, Kanna had been a foolish older sister her entire life.
Why had she extended her hand to a younger sister she had tormented since childhood, when everyone else turned away from her?
When Isabel couldn’t leave the mansion for months and even Mother pretended not to know her, it was only Kanna who understood her heart.
It was my sister who became angry at Kalen for me, and it was my sister who lifted my confinement.
‘Foolish older sister.’
You truly were a fool. Despite how much I tormented you, you were so foolishly, so stupidly kind….
But it was already too late.
Apologies and gratitude were now only possible in dreams.
As Isabel began to shed tears, Silvien Valentino stepped back.
And then he noticed an elderly man sitting at the edge of a chair.
No, that wasn’t right. He wasn’t elderly.
It was Kalen Adis.
In just a few days, his once-fiery hair had turned completely white.
As Silvien Valentino approached, he lifted his head. Meeting those completely hollow eyes—eyes as if the soul had been extracted—reality crashed over him like a wave.
Silvien Valentino finally spoke the words he had been holding back.
“Lord Kalen, this is strange. Kanna Adis was not a woman who would take her own life.”
She was a woman who burned with longing for life itself.
That she would end her own life—it made no sense.
“That cannot be. It must surely be murder by another’s hand. You did examine it properly, didn’t you?”
“…Murder?”
The white-haired youth quietly repeated the word. Then he laughed softly.
“Yes, that’s right. I murdered my sister.”
“Lord Kalen, what are you saying?”
“My sister didn’t take her own life. I murdered her.”
As Kalen Adis bowed his head deeply, his snow-white hair scattered across his forehead in a way that sent shivers down the spine. His green eyes were hollow.
Kanna Adis was dead.
Right before his eyes, she had thrust a dagger into her chest as if to prove something.
Kalen Adis still remembered that moment—the spray of blood fountaining upward.
Her scream, the scent of blood, everything was so vivid that he still felt as though he were on that beach.
Standing before the black waves that carried the night wind, before Kanna Adis as she collapsed, bleeding.
She had been alive, moving, speaking.
And then, in an instant, she was dead.
“I killed her.”
I loved Kanna Adis with such desperate intensity.
Her raven-black hair, her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, the delicate curve of her nose, even the scattered breath that escaped her—I coveted it all. I wanted to possess every fragment of her being.
Was that love?
Could that vile excretion of emotion, that repugnant thing, truly have been love?
Kalen Adis stared at the pitch-black coffin, tears streaming down his face.
What is love?
I have no answer, for I have never truly known it.
Never having worshipped anyone with such fervor, never having yearned for anyone so desperately, I mistook this obsession for love.
But was this truly love?
Isn’t love supposed to bring happiness?
Yet my love brought only ruin—an irreversible catastrophe for her and for me.
How could something so monstrous be called love?
I don’t know.
One truth remains certain: all of this is my fault, and mine alone.
If I were given just one more chance, I would never do it again. Never would I force her to endure what she did not wish for.
I could live without desire, asking only for her happiness.
If only she would remain alive….
But she is dead.
She is dead. I killed her.
“I killed her. My sister was murdered by my own hand.”

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