My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 167

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Chapter 167
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The next morning, Physicians flooded in to examine Kalen.
“What is this sudden fuss?”
Kalen waved them away as he spoke.
“Leave me be. I need to go see my sister.”
The Physicians’ eyes widened at his words.
“What did you just say, Kalen?”
“I said I’m going to see my sister.”
“This cannot be.”
Kalen furrowed his brow. What was wrong with them?
But he had no time to dwell on it, so he hurried into the Bathroom. After washing thoroughly, he intended to visit Kanna Adis.
Yet the moment he gazed into the mirror, everything froze.
“….”
A white-haired youth stared back at him with startled eyes.
“My hair….”
His crimson locks had transformed into pristine white, like freshly fallen snow.
Kalen was devastated. He could not believe it.
His hair had changed so drastically overnight?
‘What is this?’
Kalen stumbled out of the Bathroom and collided with Isabel, who had been waiting for him.
“Have you lost your mind?”
“Isabel.”
“You said you were going to see Sister Kanna? What does that mean?”
Isabel’s face had gone deathly pale. Kalen could not fathom her reaction.
What was wrong with going to see his sister?
No, more than that.
“Isabel, my hair has turned completely white.”
“…Brother.”
“Where did the Physicians go? I should have them called back. It seems I must have ingested something wrong. For my hair to change like this….”
As he muttered, Isabel’s shoulders began to tremble. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered.
“Kalen Adis, you’ve truly lost it.”
“What?”
“Your hair changed because you were so shocked.”
Isabel spoke through her tears.
“Me? Why?”
“Because Sister Kanna is dead.”
“….”
“You witnessed her take her own life, and that’s why this happened to you. So please, stop talking nonsense and come to your senses!”
In that instant, memory struck like lightning.
The beach at night. The sound of waves.
And then.
“I would rather die.”
“Gasp.”
Kalen drew a sharp breath.
Vertigo crashed against his mind like a hammer. He staggered, gripping the wall with his hand. In an instant, sweat accumulated on his brow, drenching it.
That’s right. My sister is dead.
I killed her.
The moment this realization struck, his eyes burned with an intensity that felt like fire.
Kanna Adis had taken her own life.
She had pierced her chest with a dagger before his very eyes and perished. My selfishness had driven her to death.
I had not considered her wishes in the slightest. I had prioritized my own desires over her thoughts, her heart, her position.
And this is the result.
My excessive greed had pushed Kanna Adis to the cliff’s edge, and ultimately cast her down into the abyss below.
And now she was lost forever. Forever.
“Kalen.”
Then, a voice like a gentle breeze brushed against his ears.
His dimming vision suddenly brightened. It was as though light poured forth from the darkness itself.
He slowly lifted his head.
Kanna Adis stood leaning against the doorframe, smiling.
Kalen stared at her in a daze and murmured.
“Sister?”
Kanna Adis giggled softly, then slipped from the room with the agility of a cat.
“Sister!”
Kalen hurried after her. Isabel rushed to grab him from behind, but he shook her off.
“Sister, wait a moment!”
At the end of the corridor, Kanna Adis ran with her black hair streaming behind her.
Kalen hastened to pursue her.
“Wait, sister!”
But Kanna Adis did not wait. She fled the Valentino Estate, ran through the streets, and slipped into the Cathedral.
“Sister!”
Kalen pushed through the crowd, running and calling out.
Cruelly, Kanna Adis never once looked back. She climbed the Cathedral’s steps higher and higher, reaching the very top of the Cathedral Spire.
“Sister.”
Standing at the summit, the wind brushed against his cheek.
Kalen gazed downward. The Imperial Capital spread before him in its entirety from this towering spire.
Beyond the precarious railing, Kanna Adis hovered suspended in the void.
At the sight of her, Kalen’s eyes grew hot with tears. They streamed down his face.
“Sister.”
He spoke through his tears.
“Sister, I have done wrong.”
Kanna Adis did not answer.
Why would she not respond? If only I could hear her voice once more, I would do anything.
“I have truly erred. Please, forgive me.”
Then Kanna Adis smiled softly. She reached toward Kalen and whispered.
“Take my hand, Kalen.”
“Sister.”
“You know the coffin I lie in? It is so narrow and so cold. And it is dark—I cannot see anything. I am truly frightened and lonely. So stay with me, will you?”
At those words, Kalen’s chest fractured into countless shards of agony.
How terrified she must be.
How lonely she must feel.
The thought of Kanna Adis lying eternally alone beneath that dark earth suffocated me with such pity, such heartbreak that my breath caught in my throat.
“Do not worry, Sister.”
Yes, I must remain at her side. I must hold her hand.
Wherever she goes, wherever she is, I shall be there beside her. I must tell her to fear no longer.
“I will remain at your side.”
Whether she lived or died no longer mattered.
Kanna Adis, who had been alone and lonely her entire life—I could not leave her to be lonely even in death.
“I will be there for all eternity.”
Kalen walked toward her and extended his hand. And he confessed.
“I love you.”
At last, their hands overlapped.
Or so I thought.
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Many witnessed Kalen Adis ascending the Cathedral Spire.
Not long after, something fell with a heavy thud. The ground beneath the Cathedral Spire was drenched in crimson blood.
Everyone assumed the blood belonged to Kalen Adis. Yet his body was found nowhere.
Thus countless theories and eyewitness accounts proliferated.
Several accounts stood out as particularly notable.
One claimed that vagrants had stolen the corpse.
The clothes he wore were extraordinarily valuable. So they dragged away the body, stripped it bare, and made off with the garments.
“Yes, my friend witnessed it himself. He said a band of beggars stole his clothes and threw the body into the river!”
Another account held that the Black Apostles appeared and absconded with the corpse.
“Is he not descended from the Holy Knights? They surely intend to conduct dangerous experiments using his holy power.”
And yet another.
There were accounts that Kalen had risen to his feet and staggered away somewhere.
“It is true! I saw it with my own two eyes! Blood dripping from his head, he walked away somewhere!”
But this account lacked credibility and was quickly forgotten. Amid the swirl of conflicting opinions, the funeral proceeded without a body.
One week after the funeral ended.
Orsini Adis, who had gone missing, returned.
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“You’ve arrived.”
Orsini Adis entered the Study of the family estate.
Despite having vanished for weeks, Alexandro Adis showed little surprise. Orsini’s complexion was haggard—a testament to whatever he had endured in that time.
He smiled crookedly.
“Kalen is dead, isn’t he?”
“For now.”
“Is he truly dead? They couldn’t even find his body.”
Alexandro Adis fell silent.
He had mobilized every resource of the Adis household to search, yet Kalen remained unfound.
Neither his corpse nor his living form could be located. There was nothing left to say but this.
“If he lives, he will return someday.”
“Damn fool.”
Alexandro Adis observed Orsini intently. It took mere seconds to notice.
“Your right arm is useless.”
“. . .”
Orsini did not answer. But realizing he could not deceive the man before him, he simply acknowledged it.
“That is correct.”
Alexandro Adis rose from his seat and approached Orsini, standing directly before him.
As he drew near, Orsini tensed involuntarily. He had never stood this close to his father before.
Alexandro Adis silently lifted Orsini’s right arm and examined it.
Orsini studied him in return, struck by a sudden realization. Up close like this, Alexandro Adis looked like a youth of his own age.
Smooth skin, a robust frame—everything about him radiated the luminous vitality of twenty years.
And then he discovered something else. Alexandro Adis’s height, his build, the shape of his grip, the sinews rising along his forearms—every element that composed him bore a striking resemblance to himself.
They were so alike he could almost believe them twins.
They look so alike that I wonder if they might actually be twins.
“Why?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why can’t you use it?”
Orsini averted his gaze without speaking. The lingering effects of the poison that cursed witch had given him—the aftermath of his survival. Simple enough, yet he had no intention of revealing it.
“Residual effects of poison.”
How did he know that?
Orsini shot him a suspicious look before answering curtly.
“I am ambidextrous. One arm is of little consequence.”
“It will be more troublesome than you think.”
“Pardon?”
“With paralysis from shoulder to fingertip, it will hang limp and useless with every movement, like a rope attached to your body. When wielding a blade, it will be especially vexing.”
“Damn it.”
Orsini’s face twisted in frustration. In one fluid motion, he drew his sword from his belt and brought it down without hesitation toward his own right arm.
He intended to sever the useless limb—this cursed right arm—without mercy.
However, in the next instant, there came a sharp crack!
Alexandro Adis’s hand shattered the blade.
Everything happened in a blink. Orsini’s eyes widened in shock.
“Do not act so hastily, Orsini.”
His father, who had just performed an impossible feat, casually tossed the broken blade onto the table as though it were nothing.
Not a single scratch marred his hand.
“Undergo rehabilitation. Who knows? Perhaps one day you may wield it again.”
“How could you possibly know that?”
Alexandro Adis’s lips curved upward.
“Experience.”
“…I beg your pardon?”
“Since Kalen has vanished, you must assume the mantle of successor.”
Orsini’s brow furrowed at this abrupt shift in conversation. He had anticipated this from the moment he learned of Kalen’s disappearance.
“Of course, you would prefer otherwise. But you cannot escape it, Orsini.”
Alexandro Adis placed a hand upon his son’s shoulder.
“As I could not.”

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