My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 179

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Chapter 179
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Upon arriving at the Hunting Grounds, Orsini Adis leaped from his horse.
‘Chaos has broken loose.’
Above the trees, behind the brush.
He sensed presences lurking in every conceivable corner.
At that moment, a figure emerged from across the way.
A man wearing a golden butterfly mask. Black top hat adorning his head, impeccable tailcoat—he looked as though he’d just stepped out of a grand ball.
“Greetings, Lord Orsini. Have you come searching for Kanna?”
Orsini Adis stared at his opponent in silence.
The gentleman in the golden butterfly mask.
He was a Black Apostle who had begun appearing three years ago. The Adis Knights called him the Butterfly Masked Man.
“No. I’ve come to kill you.”
The Butterfly Masked Man was the most dangerous of the Black Apostles, and his father Alexandro Adis was actively pursuing him.
What fortune that such a creature should present itself before me?
“Listen, before you draw your blade, hear me out—”
Orsini Adis paid no heed to the Butterfly Masked Man’s words.
With a single bound, he closed the distance and swung his blade. Yet the sword cut only through a hazy phantom.
‘An illusion, as expected.’
The Black Apostles’ strange sorcery had grown more sophisticated with each passing day, particularly over these last three years.
‘All the better.’
Coming here had been the right choice.
I would capture this wretch, tear the mask from his face, and beat the information out of him.
But first, I needed to eliminate the other vermin lurking about.
Orsini Adis launched himself upward. He kicked off from a tree trunk, seized a thick branch with one hand, and pulled himself up in one fluid motion.
“Gah!”
A Black Apostle had been concealed there. As he burst upward, the creature recoiled in terror, but Orsini Adis kicked him away, sending him plummeting downward.
Thud! The Black Apostle’s neck twisted at an unnatural angle. He expired instantly.
Orsini Adis immediately dropped to the ground. The moment his feet touched earth, he lunged forward and violently dragged a figure from the brush.
“Wait, just a moment—”
Crack!
Orsini Adis wrenched the Black Apostle’s neck clean off and hurled it backward. The head rolled away.
It tumbled across the ground like a ball before striking a tree trunk and coming to rest.
“….”
The presence within the Hunting Grounds froze in terror.
The palpable dread of the hidden Black Apostles washed over his skin. Orsini Adis slowly wiped the blood from his cheek and turned around.
There, the phantom of the Butterfly Masked Man shimmered into existence once more.
“Orsini Adis, be honest with me. You’re not actually human—you’re a beast, aren’t you?”
He shook his head slowly and sighed.
“Shouldn’t you be asking where Kanna is first?”
“Why should I care about such a pathetic woman?”
Would Kanna Adis truly be in this place?
Orsini was skeptical. He’d rushed here without properly understanding the situation, driven by panic. He’d been chased by the one-hour time limit these bastards had imposed.
That was when it happened.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
A piercing scream tore through the Hunting Grounds. Though it came from very far away, Orsini heard it clearly.
That voice….
‘Kanna.’
The moment I recognized it, all the blood drained from my body. The Butterfly Masked Man smiled wickedly.
“Poor Kanna Adis.”
“…What have you done?”
“I cut off one of her fingers.”
What? Her finger?
“Every time you act violently, I plan to cut off one of Kanna Adis’s fingers.”
The Butterfly Masked Man spoke with a tone laced with amusement.
“I was going to tell you this first, but you drew your sword right away. You should have talked first.”
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he clapped his hands.
“Oh, that’s right—you also drew your sword at me earlier, didn’t you? Listen, cut off one more finger.”
“Kyaaahhhhh!”
The moment his words ended, Kanna Adis’s scream echoed from somewhere far away. It reverberated through the Forest.
Yet Orsini thought with absolute clarity.
‘Would Kanna Adis scream like that?’
Impossible.
Kanna Adis was truly stubborn—even if her throat were cut while still alive, she would grit her teeth. Such a woman would never cry out so readily.
So it couldn’t be Kanna Adis.
Someone must be imitating her.
But still, however, and yet, what if—what if it were Kanna Adis?
‘Damn it.’
Sparks of fury ignited in my eyes. Even if it truly were Kanna Adis, it was a situation of her own making.
I’d stopped her because the danger was obvious, yet she’d escaped on her own anyway, hadn’t she?
“Sir Orsini, so please just….”
“Just stay still?”
“Yes. If you want to save Kanna Adis, stay still.”
The moment the Butterfly Masked Man finished speaking, black smoke came rushing at me from behind like an arrow. I simply twisted my sword backward and deflected it with ease.
Almost simultaneously, smoke writhed and crawled up from beneath my feet. I lifted my foot and stomped down on it like crushing a bug.
Then a brilliant white aura erupted from beneath my heel, swallowing all the black haze whole.
And there was no need for further conversation.
I burst forward, tearing out the Black Apostles that had been irritating me all around. I cut them down, again and again.
“Orsini….”
Then her voice flowed from behind me like a lament.
Only then did Orsini cease his slaughter. Lowering his blood-soaked blade, he turned slowly around.
There stood Kanna Adis.
Held captive in the grip of a man draped in a black cloak, her fingers severed, she wept as blood dripped steadily from her wounds.
“Orsini.”
She called his name through her tears.
“It hurts so much, Orsini. Please save me.”
Orsini’s expression settled into cold composure. His words came sharp and measured.
“You are not Kanna Adis.”
“O-Orsini.”
“The real Kanna would never ask me for help.”
Kanna despises and abhors me more than anyone. She would never plead with someone like me.
But then again—was he truly certain?
Was Kanna not a woman who would do anything for her goals? Was she not capable of kissing him if necessity demanded it?
“Drop your sword, Orsini Adis.”
The Black Apostle holding a dagger to Kanna’s throat spoke in a low, measured tone.
“And walk forward five paces, obedient and calm. If you do not comply with my instructions—”
“Ugh!”
“I will sever this throat.”
The dagger pressed deeper into the nape of Kanna’s neck. Orsini observed the scene in silence.
It was a fabrication.
No matter how he reasoned it, it had to be a fabrication.
There was no conceivable way Kanna would weep with such a pitiful expression, waiting helplessly to be rescued, was there?
And yet—what if?
What if it were real?
Clang!
His body made the choice for him.
His grip loosened of its own accord. The sword fell. It was the first time he had ever surrendered his weapon before an enemy.
And so he walked obediently toward the position the Black Apostle had demanded.
The moment he took exactly five paces forward, the earth trembled beneath him.
Black Mist surged upward from the ground below, beginning to climb along his legs.
He gazed down at the mist gradually consuming his body with indifference, then lifted his gaze once more to look at Kanna.
The sight of tears glistening on her cheeks was utterly repugnant to him.
Whether real or false, he could not bear to see that woman weep.
“Pathetic. Sniveling away.”
Perhaps it was genuine. But most likely, it was counterfeit.
Had this been a gamble with money at stake, he would have wagered on the fake.
But what hung in the balance of this probability game was not currency. It was Kanna. A woman who would vanish forever the moment he lost.
And so he could not ignore even that slimmest possibility. Orsini mocked himself for it, speaking to the weeping Kanna.
“Close your eyes.”
Whether you are real or false.
“Don’t look, you fool.”
I didn’t want to show you such a horrific sight.
Thwack!
In the next instant, the Black Mist pierced through his abdomen.
Blood surged up in a torrent, and searing pain exploded through him. Dark crimson blood burst from Orsini’s lips.
Thwack, thwack, thwack!
From that moment on, his body was pierced repeatedly—his thighs, abdomen, arms, shoulders, and the nape of his neck. The Black Mist penetrated like dozens of iron bars.
His knees buckled. All strength drained from his body.
He collapsed helplessly onto the ground.
Death approached with terrifying speed. Orsini sensed it instinctively. Only minutes remained—no, perhaps only seconds.
Gathering his last strength, he lifted his gaze.
Kanna Adis stared down at him without tears or pleas. The moment he saw that doll-like expression, those lifeless eyes, he understood the truth.
‘It’s fake.’
That was indeed a fake.
Upon realizing this, he found himself oddly relieved.
At least Kanna’s fingers would remain unharmed….
“….”
In the next moment, Orsini’s pupils dilated widely.
The light faded from his eyes. They sank into pitch darkness.
As Orsini’s breathing ceased, the Black Apostle who had been watching cautiously approached.
He placed a hand beneath his nose.
He wasn’t breathing.
Then he lowered his hand to the man’s chest.
His heart wasn’t beating.
“He’s dead.”
The Black Apostle burst into laughter.
“Orsini Adis is dead!”
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There was no trap.
“I apologize for getting lost along the way. Since I’ve only just started this work….”
It was merely a minor mistake by the New Coachman that had caused them to take a wrong turn for a moment.
Kanna Adis returned safely to the Lord’s Castle.
‘Why didn’t anything happen?’
Kanna Adis gazed down at the sleeping Yeon-woo.
‘It couldn’t possibly not be a trap.’
Kanna Adis was plagued by a terrible sense of unease. Things couldn’t possibly be unfolding this smoothly, could they?
‘Or perhaps….’
Was the target of this trap not herself?

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