My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 215

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Chapter 215
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That night, after bathing, I went straight to find Raphael.
“Raphael, may I come in?”
“Please do.”
Upon opening the door, I found him in a bathrobe.
“I feel like we didn’t get to talk properly earlier. Do you have time to speak now?”
“Of course. Please, sit and wait a moment. I’ll change into proper clothes and return.”
But I shook my head.
“It’s fine.”
“Pardon?”
“You don’t need to change. Come sit beside me.”
Raphael regarded me silently before nodding.
“Understood.”
He settled onto the sofa beside me.
‘It’s strange seeing him like this.’
This was the first time I’d seen him in anything other than his priestly vestments. A bathrobe, no less.
The priestly robes had always been loose and concealing, so I’d never truly grasped his frame—but now I could see just how imposing his build was.
His shoulders, his forearms, his thighs—all spoke of a powerful frame, and even as he sat with a bent posture and courteous demeanor, an undeniable presence emanated from him.
Beside him, I felt like nothing more than a small, insignificant thing.
“As I said before, you’ve endured so much.”
“That is not so.”
“No, you truly have suffered greatly.”
I hesitated before finally speaking—about how time had passed until he became nothing but bones.
Yet Raphael didn’t so much as blink. He didn’t even seem surprised.
“…You’re not shocked? You were dead, reduced to bones.”
“I fail to understand why you would be surprised, my lady.”
“What?”
“Was that not a death of value? For me, it was an honor. Even in that final moment, I would have been grateful to you.”
His words brought to mind the seventeen-year-old Raphael from long ago.
‘The same person, then?’
I couldn’t help but laugh—it was so unbelievable. Yet it had truly happened.
And now, it was time I took responsibility for it.
“There’s something else I need to tell you.”
“Please speak.”
“When I saw you reduced to bones, I rewound time… but I went back far too far.”
Raphael fell silent at that, his gaze fixed on the wine glass upon the table.
“Was the milk truly that delicious?”
Raphael’s eyes closed. A silent tremor coursed through his entire body.
It was the first time I’d witnessed such turbulent emotional upheaval from him.
After a moment, Raphael opened his eyes. His gaze remained fixed on the glass.
“Back then, I was….”
His words trailed off as Kanna Adis reached toward his face. Her fingertips brushed the wet ends of his hair, then descended to caress his sharp jawline.
“Raphael.”
“Yes.”
“I’m old enough not to be deceived by the words of a seventeen-year-old boy.”
When I glanced down, I saw a fist clenched with tremendous force.
But in the blink of an eye, the fist had loosened. Composure returned.
“I understand what you’re saying.”
He spoke calmly, his tone monotonously flat.
“But my words about not expecting compensation were sincere.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. So please don’t misunderstand.”
“I see.”
“I desire nothing.”
Raphael answered quietly.
“Nothing at all.”
It was the truth.
I desired nothing from Kanna Adis.
When she abandoned me, I felt no resentment. There was only a sense of longing, nothing more.
Did I not wait until I became nothing but bones?
It was only natural. Wasn’t that what I desired?
A death of meaning.
A death far superior to the garbage death of an alley I should have met originally. That was all I desired.
That was, everything.
“You have no desires?”
“That is correct.”
“Well, then….”
Kanna Adis murmured indifferently and withdrew her hand from his face.
“Then I should leave. Since you waited until you became bones, I thought to give you special compensation.”
She rose to her feet. She turned away.
“Raphael, then have a good night….”
Her words cut off abruptly.
“….”
Kanna Adis slowly lowered her head.
His hand had seized her wrist.
Her gaze traced up his arm until it finally reached his face.
Raphael still stared at the wine glass. His expression and eyes remained unchanged.
The same nobility he had declared when he said he desired nothing.
Only his hand was different.
I seized her wrist, pulled her upright, and refused to let go.
It was impulse—a desire I could not suppress, an intense regret. From that grip came a wave of bone-deep self-recrimination.
Yet Kanna Adis did not laugh. He was far too fierce for that. She simply waited, holding her breath, for him to bare his heart.
How long did we remain like that?
After a conflict as profound as death itself, his lips parted with careful deliberation.
“I….”
Then he stopped again. His voice was one that forcibly suppressed the rising heat.
“Have I become your perfect servant?”
“Yes.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
“Say it yourself, from your own lips.”
He spoke with a severity that was almost stern.
“Tell me that I am your perfect servant.”
“Raphael.”
“Go on.”
Sparks flew in that low voice. Kanna Adis yielded willingly to his command.
“You are my perfect servant.”
“….”
“So I’ll give you your reward as promised. Raphael, just for today….”
I let my words trail off for a moment.
“You can do whatever you want.”
Words I had never spoken so freely to anyone else. Yet for Raphael, no word was too precious.
At last, Raphael turned his gaze upon her. Those eyes were always serene, almost tediously placid….
But in this moment, his violet irises transformed entirely.
As if to hide it, to conceal it, Raphael bowed his head deeply.
Yet it did not last long before he slowly raised it again.
Kanna Adis witnessed it—a beast that had concealed itself in the darkness finally revealing itself, inch by inch.
“Whatever I want?”
The spell shattered. Piece by piece, fragment by fragment. The very spell that had deceived even himself finally lost its power, and a magma-like exhilaration surged forth.
Kanna Adis smiled.
“Yes.”
Raphael’s eyes darkened intensely. They descended. Lower and lower. Down to the abyss beneath him, to the damp depths of the underground, to the place where the box that should never be opened lay buried.
To that place itself.
“Please, do not say such frightening things. You will surely come to regret it.”
“I won’t regret anything.”
“No. That cannot be.”
His lips trembled, unable to bear the excitement.
“You must not leave me to act as I desire.”
“No, you can.”
Kanna spoke gently, as if soothing a child.
“Besides, you won’t do anything I don’t want you to do anyway.”
Raphael nodded. Of course he would never do anything she didn’t want. Because he….
loved her?
Raphael suddenly found himself wondering.
Do I love this woman?
He didn’t understand what this thirst was. Seventeen years spent in the World Tree Roots had destroyed too much for him to speak of such tenderness.
His heart had dulled like a blade worn to uselessness, losing its function. With so little emotional material remaining, there were days when he felt nothing at all. In truth, most days were like that.
Yet he remembered that moment at seventeen—a shock as if heaven and earth were being remade.
The lightning that had split his body. The vertigo.
Raphael admitted it. He had come this far because he couldn’t forget that heat, that single bolt of thunder and lightning striking down upon a life so parched it could crack.
That thunderbolt of a first kiss had completely altered the trajectory of his existence.
After that, his life became her alone. A desperate struggle with all his strength to reach toward her, to touch her.
Turned to bone in a future that never came to pass?
He could imagine what he would have been in that moment.
It would have been a rapturous waiting. Until the very end, as flesh rotted and crumbled, he would have thought only of you.
Your smile like sunlight. Your soft skin. Your slender waist. Your sweet fragrance.
Yes, just as now.
The thought alone set my blood boiling, truly….
He swallowed hard. His mouth had gone dry enough to ache. His violet eyes gleamed like a starving beast stripped to bone. He exhaled a hunger that was genuine desperation.
“I wish to touch you.”
If only I could, I would gladly let my entire body rot and crumble. I would welcome death as bone.
If this is love, then it is love.
If this is not love, then what is love?
“Answer me. May I touch you?”
His voice cracked with such heat, his words fragmenting and breaking apart.
Kanna nodded.
As if he’d been waiting for exactly that, Raphael lifted her hand and pressed his lips to the back of it.
The moment her soft skin touched his lips, his head spun. He restrained the urge to bite down hard. That hunger concentrated entirely in his lips, branding her like a hot iron.
“You are.”
He drew the words out with effort. For a moment he nearly slipped, and he feared he might become something other than human entirely, so he had to exert all his strength.
“You are my master.”
“Yes.”
“And I am your servant.”
“Yes.”
“Do not let me forget that.”
He left words that were part warning, part plea, then reached out. The moment his hand cradled her cheek, Raphael bit down on his own tongue.
The sensation was so exquisite he feared a moan would escape him.
He tilted Kanna’s face upward.
The way her head rose obediently, her eyelids closing softly, her lashes falling thickly—that permission was such an overwhelming stimulus.
My nose stung, and my head spun dizzily.
Heat flooded through me. My heart ached with a dull, throbbing intensity. Everything swelled enormously, threatening to burst.
“Please, control me.”
Her final words dissolved in her mouth as his breath—hot as molten metal—surged in with a slick, overwhelming rush.
A sigh escaped from his lips.
Yes. This was it.
The stimulus he’d secretly craved in the depths of the abyss, unknown to anyone—the sensation, the electric current that could resurrect even the dead—blazed through him.
The shock tore through him from head to toe.
In that instant, his mind went blank.
Everything, utterly and completely.

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