My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 207

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Chapter 207
“What?”
“You’re the kind of woman who’d take an arrow meant for me just to earn my trust.”
Fury surged through me in an instant.
‘Of course, I understand why he’d think me calculating.’
Now that my plan had been exposed, it was only natural for Alexandro to see me that way.
But this was truly unfair. Besides, taking that arrow had been almost instinctive—a reflex.
There had been no calculation, no deliberation behind it!
Alexandro, unable to fathom my true nature, issued his warning coldly.
“Don’t even think about doing anything foolish.”
At his next words, Kanna’s fists clenched tight.
I couldn’t hold back—I had to say something!
“Well, your brother seems quite taken with me. Perhaps he’d be willing to give me what I want.”
Perhaps it was a mistake.
At those words, fire ignited in Alexandro’s eyes. He seized me by the collar and yanked me forward.
“Do you want to be thrown into the Underground Dungeon?”
His threatening voice echoed against my face.
“Keep scheming like that. I’ll treat you so cruelly you’ll miss your life at the Divine Temple.”
Kanna stared at his face, now so close, at those eyes burning with rage, and laughed hollowly.
‘Is it really possible?’
Could this man—could Alexandro truly raise me?
How could such a miracle ever come to pass?
‘I don’t know. I can’t do this. I won’t.’
Wouldn’t it be better to seek another faction?
Adis wasn’t the only house capable of protecting me from the Divine Spirit’s grasp.
Valentino. One final option remained.
“Alex, if you hate your brother helping me…”
I made my proposal with weary eyes.
“Why not send me to Valentino instead?”
Alexandro’s eyelids twitched.
“I need someone to protect my child from the Divine Spirit’s hands. It doesn’t have to be you—I don’t particularly care.”
With each word, Alexandro’s gaze grew more savage, yet I didn’t stop.
“I have no intention of abandoning this child. If you hate me approaching your brother, send me to Valentino. I’ll seek their cooperation.”
Mentioning that the child inside this ship was mine had been a grave mistake. It was a story no one could easily believe.
He had taken it as complete falsehood, and it had only deepened his distrust.
“So.”
Finally, he spoke.
“If I send you, do you think Duke Valentino will willingly raise your child?”
“I’ll do my best to make it happen.”
“Your best? You think someone like you could move Duke Valentino?”
“Alex.”
Kanna Adis let out a short laugh, as if she’d just heard something terribly naive.
“Your brother seems like he might move however I want him to.”
“….”
“If I work hard enough, Duke Valentino could be the same way, couldn’t he?”
It was pure bluster, of course.
She was simply irritated with him now, so she’d thrown out this petty provocation. But having just witnessed Largos falter moments ago, Alexandro Adis couldn’t possibly take it as mere bluster.
“…Is that so?”
The grip in Alexandro Adis’s hand loosened.
His hand fell away with a soft sound.
Alexandro Adis let both arms hang at his sides, leaning his back against the door. When he dropped his head, his crimson hair swayed gently.
“Try it.”
“…What?”
“That effort you mentioned.”
Kanna Adis was bewildered.
What was he saying now?
“Try it on me.”
He slowly lifted his head, tilting it at an angle. Their eyes met.
“Move me.”
His gaze was like prison bars.
In that instant, my heart felt pierced through, and I held my breath. I couldn’t move.
A burning sensation spread through my chest.
It was an extraordinarily long gaze—penetrating, profound.
“Lord Alexandro!”
How long had it been?
Knock, knock, knock—the sound of knuckles rapping against the door echoed.
The taut thread between us snapped. Kanna Adis exhaled the breath she’d been holding.
“It’s Theodore. May I enter?”
It felt like waking from a dream.
That was the expression on Alexandro Adis’s face. He ran a hand over his face in a dry gesture, then answered.
“Come in.”
The door swung open. Theodore entered with evident enthusiasm.
“Lord Alexandro, I’ve procured some truly excellent wine….”
Perhaps sensing the unusual atmosphere, Theodore trailed off.
“What is it?”
“Ah, I’ve obtained some truly rare wine.”
He glanced sideways at Kanna Adis.
“You seem to be in the midst of something important, so I’ll take my leave for now.”
“There’s no need.”
Alexandro Adis quickly caught hold of him.
“You may.”
Theodore tilted his head at the unusually firm declaration.
“Very well then. Shall we have a drink?”
So it had come to this.
I laughed bitterly at myself. This is exhausting. How on earth was I supposed to move Alexandro from this point forward? It seemed impossible from the start….
‘…?’
A fragrance brushed past my nose, and I turned my head.
Theodore was pouring wine into Alexandro’s glass. I stared at the deep crimson liquid.
‘This scent is?’
It was a fragrance that Seon-hee’s body remembered.
‘This scent is definitely….’
The moment certainty struck me, Alexandro lifted his glass.
‘No!’
I lunged forward and struck his hand away.
Crash!
The wine glass flew through the air, shattering against the wall into countless fragments.
Alexandro seemed startled by the sudden action. His face darkened as he glared at me.
“What is the meaning of this?”
What do you mean what? I just saved your life!
How was I supposed to explain this? I hesitated for a moment before sighing. The truth was my best option once again.
“There’s poison in it.”
“What?”
“Poison made by the Black Apostles.”
It was a poison developed by Jerome.
The distinctive feature was the thick fragrance now permeating the room. Since Seon-hee had directly assisted in its manufacture, I knew it well.
“What did you just say?”
Theodore’s face twisted in displeasure as he challenged me immediately.
“Are you suggesting that I just attempted to poison Lord Alexandro?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Wow, you’re quite the amusing woman.”
Theodore laughed hollowly and appealed to Alexandro for sympathy.
“My lord, did you hear what this woman just said? She’s accusing me of being a Black Apostle!”
Alexandro stared at me intently before asking.
“Can you take responsibility for what you just said?”
“Lord Alexandro!”
At that moment, Theodore picked up the glass before him and drained it in one gulp. Gulp, gulp—his throat bobbed.
“There, you see!”
He then wiped his lips and held out the empty glass.
“I’ve drunk it all! But look—nothing happened. And nothing will happen! Because there’s no poison in this wine whatsoever!”
I scoffed.
“Of course, I would have drunk the antidote beforehand.”
“What, what are you saying?”
“Or perhaps I kept it in my mouth and swallowed it together with the wine.”
“Good heavens. Duke Alexandro, do you believe such words?”
Alexandro naturally sided with Theodore.
“Theodore Azel is practically my closest friend. He’s someone I can trust with my back when fighting the Black Apostles.”
In that moment, Kanna’s ears perked up.
Theodore Azel? If his surname is Azel, then surely it’s Claude’s family name….
“We’ve built trust over more than a decade together. Unlike you.”
“….”
“Are you trying to sow discord between Theodore and me? For what purpose?”
Alexandro’s eyes flashed with menace. The suspicion that had settled long ago bubbled back to the surface.
“What are you scheming?”
Theodore, who had been observing, quickly interjected.
“Duke Alexandro, why don’t we call an alchemist to test the wine for toxins? In matters like this, clarity is essential.”
At those words, Kanna’s suspicion hardened into certainty.
‘He knows exactly what he’s saying.’
Even if the wine were tested, no toxins would be detected.
This poison was so unique that it lost its potency within a minute, or at most two minutes, after exposure to air.
In other words, it was a terrifying poison that left no evidence anywhere.
‘I have to prove it before then.’
If the wine’s toxins disappeared, I would become a liar and a schemer.
Once that happened, I would face endless suspicion, and ultimately….
‘It would truly be over between Alexandro and me.’
He would never nurture me, Kanna Adis.
‘How long has it been since the cork was removed?’
Thirty seconds, or rather, definitely more than forty seconds had passed.
Fifty seconds? Sixty seconds?
Or perhaps….
‘Damn it.’
Kanna sighed in resignation and reached out. She picked up the wine bottle.
There was a way to prove the poison existed.
Only one way.
Was it an unexpected action? Alexandro’s complexion stiffened. Kanna smiled softly as she met his slightly bewildered gaze.
“Find the antidote yourself. Search your dearest friend’s body, ransack his room, torture him if you must.”
He would surely be carrying a spare.
“You…!”
Alexandro reached out as if to stop her, but he was a moment too late.
Kanna drank the wine in one gulp. Gulp, gulp, gulp.
The effect appeared immediately.
Clang!
‘Ah, as expected, Jerome’s handiwork is impeccable….’
Inside my body, magma churned and roiled. It bubbled up intensely, scalding and swollen, then detonated all at once.
“Cough!”
I clamped my hand over my mouth. Yet I couldn’t stop the blood dripping steadily between my fingers.
‘It hurts inside.’
Then, in a blink—my eyes closed and opened. Before I could register what was happening, my body crumpled downward.
‘When did I collapse?’
Then a powerful force lifted my body. It was Alexandro.
“…!”
His face had gone pale as he shouted something. But I couldn’t hear what he was saying.
My ears weren’t working. I opened my mouth weakly. No sound came out, so my lips merely moved silently.
You must save me no matter what.
If I die, I’ll kill you.
With that, I lost consciousness.
* * *
‘There again.’
When I opened my eyes again, I was there.
That Garden where pink peach blossoms fell like flower rain—the World Tree Gap.
I had entered that dream once more.
‘Is this really a dream?’
This confirmed the hypothesis that my soul is ejected depending on my body’s condition. Since I’d just ingested poison, it must have been ejected. Then….
‘Seon-hee must have returned to that body?’
But this time I was relieved.
No matter how much she searches for an antidote, she’ll suffer from the poison’s aftereffects for a while. She probably won’t even have the strength to attack or curse anyone.
‘Who is that person?’
Looking around for Raphael, I spotted an unfamiliar figure from behind.
‘Is it Kalen?’
A silhouette with white hair flowing down.
But seeing the pure white priestly robes, it didn’t seem to be Kalen.
I drew closer to the white-haired man.
The moment I saw his face.
My very soul seemed to freeze solid.
“….”
The white-haired man was… an elderly person.
Eighty years old? Or perhaps ninety?
Hair turned white with age, serene violet eyes, and a refined face despite his advanced years….
‘Raphael?’
Raphael had become an old man.

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