My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 175

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Chapter 175
It was the first time in years that I heard Orsini’s voice.
“I despise needless chatter. I need no advice—just treat it quickly and leave.”
For a moment, Kanna Adis nearly released a sigh of relief.
How fortunate.
If he had demanded a response, I surely would have been exposed.
And as if fortune favored me, a book lay draped across his face.
If I treated him and departed before he moved the book, before he created any reason for me to speak—
‘I can finish this without being discovered.’
I walked quickly and sat beside him, examining his wounds. A long gash ran across his right arm—perhaps from a monster’s claws.
‘So it’s true that he cannot use his right arm.’
Surely this was the aftereffect of consuming the deadly poison three years ago.
I had heard the news, but seeing it before my eyes stirred something strange within me.
This was the arm I had destroyed. The sacrifice offered for a life of peace.
‘Enough. Such thoughts are pointless.’
This was no time to be lost in contemplation. I gently grasped Orsini’s arm.
In that instant, his body suddenly trembled. He went rigid as stone.
‘Why is he reacting?’
Could he have recognized me from merely my touch?
But his right arm should have no sensation—
‘No, that’s impossible. His right arm is as good as dead.’
It seemed my worry was unfounded; Orsini showed no further reaction.
I relaxed and moved my hands swiftly, catching a glimpse of the book covering his face.
‘The Punishment of Sisyphus?’
Orsini reads such books?
It was a very ancient classical work.
A paradise created by the gods—a world where one need not hunt or eat to survive.
Sisyphus was the first murderer in that paradise, having hunted a young deer.
For this, the gods inflicted divine punishment upon him: he must roll a boulder larger than his own body to fill the sea.
Yet the moment the salt enters the sea, it dissolves and vanishes.
Still, Sisyphus continues to roll it in—hoping that someday the salt will fill the sea, that his punishment will end. He rolls and rolls again.
Thus, Sisyphus’s punishment came to symbolize an eternal, endless torment.
‘So Orsini reads such classical literature.’
How unlike him.
With that thought, I wrapped bandages around his arm. The treatment was complete.
As I withdrew my hands and began to rise—
“…!”
For a moment, I thought my heart had stopped.
I froze in place.
And very slowly, I lowered my gaze to my own wrist.
Orsini had extended his left hand, grasping my wrist.
What was this?
Anxiety dried my mouth. I carefully withdrew my wrist backward.
His hand fell away obediently.
What? What was happening?
My heart raced.
Yet I turned calmly and walked with measured steps.
As I left the room, I noticed the Knight Guard waiting outside trying to say something.
I ignored him and continued walking. I walked and walked and walked.
I had been discovered.
Cold sweat trickled down the back of my neck.
I was definitely found out!
There was no other reason he would have suddenly grabbed me like that.
I had to escape, right now!
There was no time to pack. I walked frantically straight toward the Castle Gate.
As I tried to pass through the Castle Gate, the Gatekeeper asked.
“Physician? Where are you going?”
“Open the gate. I’m going to the Village to purchase necessary medicinal herbs.”
“What? At this hour, alone?”
“It’s urgent. It’s medicine for Lord Orsini Adis. So please hurry before it’s too late!”
“Ah, yes, yes. I understand.”
As the gate opened, I began running quickly.
Where should I go? Where?
To the Village?
No, someone might witness my escape.
Then to the hunting grounds.
I changed direction and ran toward the Forest where the Lord of Paelon enjoyed hunting.
Damn it.
Curses spilled from my lips unbidden.
Damn it, damn it!
For the past three years, there had been peace.
I had truly been happy.
Now, in this moment, I heard the sound of that happiness fracturing.
Damn Adis!
I had fled from Adis, only to face Adis once again.
The reality of it filled me with such rage I could barely contain it. It felt as though someone was constantly whispering behind my back.
Don’t run away.
Running away is useless.
This is your true life.
Like Sisyphus trapped in eternal punishment, forever filling the Sea with salt, my fate was to suffer within the shackles of Adis.
“Kanna Adis.”
How long had I been running?
A low voice reached my ears.
“Stop.”
I did not stop.
That voice from behind me, that voice, that damned voice.
Of course. He had noticed after all!
That was when it happened.
A sharp whistle—something wickedly keen tore through the air, grazing past my side with terrifying speed before embedding itself with a sickening crack into the tree before me.
A dagger.
“….”
Only then did my feet finally cease their flight.
Glancing down, I saw several strands of hair scattered upon the ground.
My own hair.
In that instant, understanding struck like thunder.
‘I will die.’
If I moved any further, he would kill me.
‘Damn it….’
As despair and defeat washed over me, I heard the sound of footsteps crushing grass beneath them, drawing closer.
I closed my eyes. I had sworn never to do this again….
‘I swore I would never take a life again.’
I ran my thumb across the cold metal of the ring I always carried.
‘And yet you force me to kill you once more.’
It was a ring concealing a poisoned needle—a weapon I kept for self-defense.
I would strike when Orsini drew near enough, driving the poison deep. There was no other choice. In that moment of grim resolve—
The next instant, a massive shadow engulfed me entirely. He had closed the distance like the wind itself, silent and devastating.
“…!”
After that, I could only be tossed about helplessly.
My body was wrenched around by force.
In a single breath, he tore the ring from my finger and hurled it away, then ripped the necklace from my throat with brutal efficiency.
“Ah!”
A cry of pain escaped me as my neck burned with agony.
But he showed no mercy. He seized my shoulders and drove me backward with savage force.
My back slammed against the tree trunk with a sickening thud. I clenched my teeth against the wave of pain.
“….”
Only then.
After he had removed every object that might conceal poison, did he finally step back.
I gasped for breath, my chest heaving. Then I lifted my gaze upward.
A jaw carved sharp as a blade came into view.
Beyond lips so cold and devoid of warmth, I finally met eyes of emerald green.
His eyes were cool and arrogant, yet weary.
“Kanna Adis.”
Orsini Adis opened his lips.
“It has been a long time.”
“….”
“Three years since that day, then.”
Was this truly Orsini Adis?
Goosebumps erupted across my back.
The man before me was remarkably composed. He was a still lake without ripple, a desert without a whisper of wind. He was not the Orsini Adis I had known.
“I have spent these past three years contemplating.”
He extended his left hand.
It descended onto my shoulder with a soft touch, gliding across my rounded form before coming to rest at the nape of my neck.
“What I should do.”
Then he pressed his thumb against my Adam’s apple. The weight was feather-light. Yet beneath that gentle pressure, I felt my throat constricting.
“What should I do with the woman who tried to kill me?”
In the next moment, his hand gripped my throat roughly.
“I should have killed you back then.”
“Ugh, gah.”
“I should have killed you long ago.”
His grip tightened gradually around my neck. My breath came slowly, then not at all.
I raised my trembling hands and clawed upward. The moment I grasped his wrist.
Orsini Adis’s hand flinched.
The first sign of emotion.
I did not miss it.
“Or, sini.”
I forced the words out.
“Fa, ther.”
At that, his grip loosened completely.
Was he shocked by my words?
Orsini Adis’s eyes sharpened in an instant. Embers ignited in those burnt-ash eyes. They began to blaze fiercely.
“You tried to kill me.”
And stubbornly, he tightened his grip once more.
“You mocked me and tried to kill me. Because of you, I became a cripple with one arm.”
I curved the corners of my lips upward. I gathered my ragged breathing and spoke haltingly.
“That’s, right. Not, sorry.”
“Shut up. You don’t mean that.”
Despite his harsh words, his grip seemed to loosen—or so I thought in that instant.
“Hey.”
A man’s voice rang out.
“You worthless bastard.”
Behind them.
“You’re not letting go of that hand?”
Orsini’s eyes widened at the sound of that voice. His lips parted. It was the look of someone who could not believe what he was hearing.
Of course he couldn’t.
Kanna understood his shock. And it was absurd. Despite the gravity of the moment, she wanted to burst into laughter.
What kind of farce was this?
Orsini slowly turned his head. And he saw him. A man who had drawn near without warning.
That existence he had thought vanished long ago.
“…Kalen?”
Orsini called out his brother’s name.
“You were alive?”
“Kalen? Who the hell are you confusing me with?”
Ren spat out a curse. He drew his sword with a sharp motion and leveled it at Orsini.
“Let go of that hand, you bastard.”

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