My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 221

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Chapter 221
The moment my eyes met his, my breath grew shallow and trembled.
It was a peculiar sensation—as though I had stepped into a moment from the past.
That very moment.
He leaned against the door, arms hanging loose at his sides, then lowered his head before lifting it slightly.
“That effort you speak of.”
“Direct it toward me.”
Without thinking, I covered my mouth with trembling hands.
My chest burned. A suffocating frustration pierced through me like bars of iron—that sensation which had once penetrated me in a fleeting moment from the past now disrupted my very breath.
Then Alexandro Adis furrowed his brow.
“What are you doing here?”
“….”
“You don’t know you’re not supposed to enter this room?”
I swallowed hard, barely managing to push down the scorching heat that threatened to consume my throat before parting my lips.
“Why are you here?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
He dismissed me curtly, then turned his body back toward the window.
“Keep it to yourself that you saw me here.”
“….”
“Leave.”
I didn’t leave. Instead, I stepped closer.
One step, then another.
With each advance, I felt his back stiffen rigidly.
Alexandro Adis turned to face me, his gaze piercing.
“Didn’t you hear me tell you to leave?”
“You transferred your title to Orsini?”
“Kanna Adis.”
“Then what should I call you now?”
“….”
Alexandro Adis’s brow narrowed. He seemed bewildered by my approach, as though he hadn’t expected me to ignore his words and draw so near.
“What should I call you?”
At last, I stood directly before him.
As I reached the space before a man so much larger than myself, my skin trembled at the strange tension emanating from his frame.
My mind felt as though it were breaking.
I had never intended to act this way.
“You’re not my father, after all.”
I had never intended to speak such words.
Yet my body, my voice—seized by an intense, burning fervor—moved of their own accord.
I lowered my gaze, staring at his large hands hanging slack, at those calloused palms, before reaching out as though enchanted.
Just before my hand could touch, he stepped back.
“What are you doing?”
His voice cut through the air with a sharp edge. When I lifted my head, he was staring at me with stern eyes.
The eyes of a guardian.
In that instant, the heat drained from me like water through a sieve.
Kanna blinked. Something that had swelled up ready to burst scattered like air in a single breath. At that hollow sensation, my lips parted.
“….”
It wasn’t Alexandro Adis.
Not the man in the Cold Cave, the one to whom I had parted my own lips and dripped the antidote drop by drop.
That entire night, the man’s mind had been clouded. Yet he opened his eyes occasionally, and each time he gazed at me with those hazy eyes.
I met his gaze unflinchingly. Even when he slowly closed his eyes again, I could not look away.
Not knowing when his breath might cease, I watched only his lips until the moment before sleep claimed me. Only those lips.
But the man before me now was not that Alexandro Adis.
Only then did Kanna realize how desperately I had longed to meet Alexandro Adis—that man from the past, the one who brought me strawberries, taught me letters, and swore to protect me.
And finally, I had met him.
But it was not him.
Kanna laughed.
It didn’t matter. It was only a difference of a hair’s breadth anyway.
“Alexandro Adis.”
In that moment, his breathing stopped abruptly.
We both knew he had stopped.
“Isn’t this how you wanted me to call you?”
Our eyes met. His pupils trembled.
In that instant, it felt as though only the two of us remained in the world. Time and space became meaningless.
Everything else vanished, and only the versions of each other we remembered existed.
But it lasted only a moment.
Alexandro Adis let his gaze fall, then slowly raised it again.
His eyes were like shells.
All that remained were hollow words. Nothing but a faded promise from decades past.
“Yes. I waited.”
He admitted it calmly.
“Everything has gone as you wished. I protected you, and you survived.”
He spoke as though recounting someone else’s affair.
“So that is enough. Now live your own life. I have nothing left to give you.”
“Wait….”
He turned away again, moving toward the Window as if to step outside. Kanna quickly grabbed his arm.
“…!”
In that moment, the intense rejection emanating from where we touched made me instinctively release my grip.
“….”
He paused briefly.
His back, his nape, his shoulders and spine—they all spoke the same message. Do not come any closer.
“Wait. Just wait a moment. Alex, you’re really going to leave like this?”
“Speak properly. I am your father.”
For a moment, a curse nearly escaped my lips.
Father? What absolute nonsense!
But fearing he would vanish like wind if I protested, I hastily acquiesced.
“Yes, I understand. So please don’t go. Live your own life—this isn’t a relationship that should end like this!”
“Then what?”
He gazed out the window, murmuring softly.
“Is there anything beyond that?”
“That is….”
“Choose your words carefully.”
He cut off her words quietly, yet with unmistakable firmness.
“Your words brought me to this place.”
“….”
“So choose your words carefully.”
“Protect me.”
“Then perhaps I could come to love you.”
Those words rang clear. They resonated—for him, for her.
“Wait, I understand, so just look at me. Talk to me while looking at me.”
“No. No more….”
Then he fell silent. And he staggered.
Lurching violently, he quickly steadied himself against the wall. He pressed one hand to his face, releasing a groan.
Like someone in pain.
“Alex? What’s wrong?”
“…Don’t call me that.”
He muttered irritably, his expression contorting. His face twisted in anguish.
“Don’t call me that….”
Only then did Kanna Adis realize his condition was not normal.
Cold sweat beaded on his firm neck, and her heart plummeted.
“No, not now. Not yet….”
He murmured as if to himself. Then in one fluid motion, he leaped from the window.
There was no time to stop him. The movement was too swift, too sudden for anyone to prevent.
It was as though he were fleeing from her.
She rushed to the window and peered down, but….
“….”
He was nowhere to be found.
Kanna Adis slid down where she stood, covering her face with both hands. And she understood.
‘His condition is deteriorating.’
Perhaps that was why he remained hidden.
“…Miss?”
At that moment, Kanna’s eyes widened in startled surprise as she lifted her head. A man entered through the door. It was Claude. His expression mirrored her own astonishment.
“Miss, what are you doing here…?”
“Claude.”
Kanna’s gaze flickered downward. He held a medicine bottle clutched in his hand.
Now that I thought about it, Claude was Celia’s nephew.
Could he have come to deliver medicine to Alexandro Adis?
“Claude Azel, did you know he was in this place?”
Claude hesitated for a moment before nodding.
“Yes. Did you happen to meet him?”
“I did.”
“The timing was unfortunate.”
Claude sighed and knelt down to meet her at eye level.
“He doesn’t always stay here. He returns occasionally.”
“…He comes occasionally?”
“Yes. When he wishes to rest, he comes to this place. It seems you happened to encounter him at such a moment.”
Rest?
A scene flashed through my mind.
From some moment in the past—him sitting in a rocking chair, letters scattered across his lap.
His pale face bathed in moonlight, eyes gently closed. A moment where poison had granted him mercy and the gift of rest.
“Miss, please pretend you saw nothing.”
Claude spoke with finality. It was less a request than a directive.
“And never enter this room again.”
“…”
“His condition is not good right now. It would serve no purpose for him to be noticed by others.”
Kanna’s face drained of all color. It was exactly as she had feared.
“Claude, please. Tell me everything.”
“Miss.”
“I might be able to help. So please. I’m begging you.”
Claude seemed conflicted at her words. But soon, as if having made a decision, he opened his mouth.
“He has not slept for twenty-seven years.”
Twenty-seven years. The number stole the breath from Kanna’s lungs.
She had known he couldn’t sleep. After her birth, while protecting her, he had been cursed with insomnia by the Black Apostles. She had suspected the duration was considerable. Merely suspected.
But faced with the concrete number of twenty-seven years, Kanna was left speechless.
“Moreover, he perceives very strange things. That is why he always says the world is chaotic and noisy. He says it has been long since he experienced true silence.”
Claude’s words trailed off as he extended the medicine bottle.
“So he takes this medicine. It helps him obtain rest.”
He did not call it poison. Perhaps he did not know.
It did not matter. What was certain was that this medicine was necessary for Alexandro Adis.
No one could live soundly for twenty-seven years without sleep.
No one could possibly live a normal life for 27 years without being able to sleep.
“However, it appears to be a side effect from prolonged medication use—occasionally, his memories become muddled.”
“His memories become muddled?”
“Yes. Fortunately, it is a temporary phenomenon, but there are moments when he loses his recent memories for a brief period and regresses to his younger years.”
“….”
“…To an era when his relationship with your mother was harmonious.”
Kanna Adis lowered her head, her eyes hollow and vacant.
If those were the times when he and Seon-hee had been at peace together….
Those were the moments when Kanna Adis had been by his side.

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