My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 195

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Chapter 195
“Good heavens, he actually showed up….”
Prince Argon muttered like a man who had seen a ghost. Then he quickly hid behind Kanna.
He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her forward.
For a moment, I was dumbfounded.
‘Am I a human shield?’
Not even a proper shield—just using a person as if she were a barrier!
Yet absurdly, it worked.
Alexandro Adis could not bring himself to approach further. He stood in place and issued a quiet warning.
“Step away from my daughter.”
Your daughter? Even in this moment, I was exasperated enough to glare at Alexandro Adis.
“That’s impossible. Kanna is a shield so powerful that even the Duke cannot penetrate it, right?”
Prince Argon continued with a playful laugh.
“Besides, the Duke has no authority to summarily execute the Imperial Family. Regicide results in the extermination of three generations.”
Alexandro Adis, who had been listening in silence, tilted his head.
“Then it is fortunate that there are no witnesses.”
There’s a witness right here!
I could endure no more. I brought my hairpin down hard against Prince Argon’s hand.
“Ugh!”
His hand was completely pierced through. Prince Argon cried out and stumbled backward. Yet he continued to chuckle.
“You’re too late, Kanna.”
It appeared without warning.
Before my eyes.
A black hole tore open. Like a dot pricked in empty space, Black Mist rose through the narrow gap.
“…!”
Then darkness poured forth as if a dam had burst. It flooded my entire vision with shadow and consumed my body.
In that instant, Alexandro Adis seized my hand.
His holy power flowed through our joined hands and transferred to my body. A pristine white radiance wrapped around me like a shield, protecting me from the darkness.
“He fled.”
Alexandro Adis murmured flatly, surveying the room now stained pitch black.
“This has become troublesome.”
Meanwhile, I only then realized our hands were clasped together without gap.
Like someone burned by fire, I instinctively tried to wrench myself away.
But Alexandro Adis held firm.
“Do you not know what happens when you touch the Black Mist?”
“I have no idea. Perhaps I shall experiment this very moment.”
I spoke with derision. Since I am a foreign substance, I might not be infected by the Black Mist, which is likewise a foreign substance.
“A dangerous experiment. Do not even dream of it.”
“That is not your concern. Please pursue Prince Argon instead.”
“And leave you?”
When did you ever care about me? I wanted to retort, but Alexandro Adis simply turned his head away, as if he had no further interest in conversation.
Then he extended his free hand, groping through the darkness of empty space.
He was searching for it—the black fissure that exhaled the Black Mist.
Soon he found it and seized it in his grasp. Pure white light blazed from his clenched fist.
Shortly after, the Black Mist began to fade gradually. Once the darkness vanished completely, I pushed away Alexandro Adis’s hand.
It had been only a brief moment, but it was deeply uncomfortable.
Enough to make my nerves razor-sharp in that fleeting instant.
“Did you know?”
I asked while staring out through the wide-open Window.
“Did you know that Prince Argon was a Black Apostle?”
“Yes.”
“Since when?”
“Recently.”
This infuriating man and his one-word answers. Please, speak in complete sentences! I restrained my urge to strike him and asked with patience.
“When exactly is recently?”
“When Orsini died.”
What? My gaze snapped toward him instantly.
What are you talking about? Orsini is dead?
Yet Alexandro Adis’s expression showed no jest. He was a man who didn’t understand humor in the first place.
“How tragic. I didn’t realize I’d been speaking with a dead man.”
“He’s alive now. I brought him back.”
Alexandro Adis spoke these absurd words as casually as if commenting on the weather.
What kind of nonsense was that? Resurrecting the dead? He wasn’t a god!
No matter how immortal his body might be…
Now that I thought about it, this was the first time he looked noticeably older.
Could it be connected to that?
“Explain it properly.”
He unexpectedly complied and recounted the events of that day.
Britzk Territory, a clumsy trap, and the Butterfly Masked Man who killed Orsini.
When the mask of that Black Apostle—who had been someone’s puppet—was removed, Prince Argon’s face appeared beneath.
‘A lie.’
I couldn’t believe his words at all.
Not about Prince Argon being a puppet, but about Orsini.
Orsini died just days ago?
Caught in such a stupid trap, and died trying to save me at that?
‘It’s impossible.’
My face felt numb, as if I’d been slapped. I knew Alexandro Adis wasn’t a man who lied, yet it still felt like a lie.
And besides, was it even possible to resurrect the dead?
If such a thing were possible, then you would be…
“Are you a god?”
“….”
Alexandro Adis’s lips twitched at the corners. Yet he did not smile.
“How naive of you to speak.”
“You revived a dead person. If you’re not a god, then what exactly are you?”
“I was simply fortunate. There won’t be a second time.”
Fortunate enough to save a life? That was….
‘No, that’s not it.’
I forced down the shock, swallowing it hard.
Whatever power he possessed was none of my concern. I kicked that matter out of my mind entirely. I returned to the matter at hand.
“So that’s why you asked what Prince Argon knew.”
Just as my puppet had been created unintentionally, so too could he have been. That was why I had investigated his background.
“You must have been certain because he possessed information only the Black Apostles knew.”
“Yes.”
“What information? Some trivial secret?”
“….”
“Damn it.”
The curse escaped my lips unbidden. I pressed my head between my hands and cursed.
‘I’m back at the beginning.’
I thought I had come so far, yet here I was again. In the end, everything circled back to Kanna Adis.
‘I’ve been treading water all along.’
But I lifted my head soon after. My expression was composed once more.
This was not the time to despair.
“Regardless, let’s stop wasting time here and get out. The Royal Palace is engulfed in Black Mist, so hurry….”
As I spoke, the Black Mist that had occupied the Corridor grew thinner. Alexandro Adis, who had been watching, spoke.
“It seems someone found the breach and broke through.”
There were no shortage of people capable of such a feat.
I dashed from the Room without hesitation, clutching the hem of my long dress and running at full speed.
‘Please, let everyone be safe.’
The first person I encountered was Lorenzo.
“Tatiana!”
His face was wet with tears.
“You’re safe. Thank goodness!”
“Your Highness….”
Why are you crying?
Surely it wasn’t from fear.
Lorenzo let tears fall and murmured.
“Mother….”
* * *
The damage was less severe than expected.
Only seven casualties had occurred. Considering the scale of the Black Mist and the number of people gathered, it was a relatively small number.
Yet within that group, Queen Ekaterina Friedrich was included.
The Queen was dead.
* * *
The Grand Cathedral, where the wedding ceremony was to have been held, had been transformed into a funeral hall.
The Queen’s coffin was surrounded by lilies left by countless mourners.
Yoanna and Lorenzo wept profusely.
Alexei kept vigil over the coffin with a haggard face. As he gazed down at the Queen’s corpse, he appeared to be a man who had made some resolve.
And….
And she.
‘It’s because of me.’
I stared down at Queen Ekaterina with an expressionless face.
The greatest monarch in Yalden’s history.
The woman who had spoken of becoming family, of protecting me, now lay as a cold corpse. Not even tears would come.
“Become my family, Tatiana. Allow me to protect you.”
“How pitiful. How much you must have suffered all alone.”
As her words echoed in my mind, I exhaled something between a sob and a sigh.
‘No.’
You should have rejected me.
You should never have accepted me from the beginning.
You should never have extended your hand and offered to become family.
No. No.
‘If only I had not run away from the start.’
If I had endured, no matter how hellish my life was, if I had not fled from the fate given to me.
Then the Queen would not have had to die.
* * *
“Are you well?”
I slipped out of the chapel and stood by the Lakeside.
While gazing distantly out over the water, Ren approached.
I studied him. White hair like snowflakes scattered across his brow. I gazed at those pristine strands before looking into his eyes.
“I’m fine.”
He withdrew a cigarette from his pocket and offered it to me.
“Will you smoke?”
I hesitated before placing it between my lips.
Ren lit it with a match. As I drew in a breath, a bitter flavor filled my mouth.
I furrowed my brow.
“It tastes awful.”
“Then give it here.”
I was about to spit it out when Ren reached over and took the cigarette. Without hesitation, he brought it to his own lips and smoked it.
“….”
I watched as he casually smoked the cigarette that had been in my mouth.
“Why?”
Sensing her gaze, Ren looked down at her. His emerald eyes were obscured by a hazy veil of smoke.
Kanna Adis withdrew the cigarette from his lips.
She stubbed it out against the wooden bench, extinguishing the ember, then held the butt toward him.
The moment Ren accepted it without thought, Kanna reached out and placed her hand upon his cheek.
“Kalen.”
In the next instant, his jaw—cradled within her grasp—froze.
At that subtle reaction, Kanna Adis finally achieved certainty.
It was him, after all.
How many times had I sensed Kalen Adis throughout this ordeal?
When he smoked atop the tree.
When we kissed for the second time.
And finally this morning, when he applauded upon seeing me in my dress.
Each time, our eyes had met with Kalen Adis.
I theorized that perhaps his memories returned and vanished in cycles.
When Ren was present, Kalen Adis seemed unaware of those moments of clarity—because he wasn’t performing then.
“Kalen.”
His emerald eyes wavered in that instant, rippling like turbulent waves. Yet they gradually subsided.
Neat, orderly, composed….
The next moment, he smiled with practiced courtesy.
“You called for me, Elder Sister?”
Kalen Adis responded.

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