My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 232

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Chapter 232
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“How does it feel?”
I wiped the blood trickling down my fingers as I asked.
“Can you still see it?”
Alexandro Adis glanced around the surroundings.
Ever since the Black Mist had spread from the spell formation and engulfed him, the malevolent spirits were no longer visible.
“You’ll regret this, you’ll regret it!”
With those final words, it vanished completely.
At last, the world fell silent.
“I don’t see anything.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
The malevolent spirit’s voice had been like the screech of metal or glass being scraped with nails, and merely hearing it had caused my head to throb.
Yet my future self had endured this for decades….
‘How on earth did I manage it?’
As I pondered this, Kanna Adis smiled faintly. Her dark eyes, gazing up at me, gleamed with light.
“I’m truly relieved.”
“….”
“I’ll break all your other curses too, Alex.”
“Yeah.”
Alexandro Adis answered like a low sigh. And for the first time, he truly understood his future self.
If he could protect that existence, he could do anything.
He would gladly become a sacrifice.
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Growing hungry, they made their way to the Kitchen. And there they witnessed utter devastation.
“What in the world…?”
Food ingredients scattered in all directions, a cutting board split in half, broken dishes, and inexplicably, a kitchen knife embedded deep in the ceiling.
Alexandro Adis asked with a grave expression.
“What exactly happened in this Kitchen? Did a battle break out?”
“That’s what I’m saying….”
“Why are you learning to cook?”
“Because I can’t.”
This certainly looked like the handiwork of someone who couldn’t control their strength….
“It seems like you did this.”
“That’s impossible.”
He clicked his tongue. Then he stretched his hand upward and pulled out the knife embedded in the ceiling.
“What kind of fool throws a kitchen knife at the ceiling while cooking?”
“We should probably clean this up….”
“I’ll do it. You go outside.”
Alexandro Adis had cleaned the entire Kitchen, and in the now-spotless space, I prepared our meal.
“I’ll handle the meat.”
Alexandro Adis rolled up his sleeves with unmistakable confidence. But then—
Clang!
“….”
What on earth was that sound?
I turned around. And gasped in shock.
His knife had plunged so deeply into the meat that it had gouged straight through to the shelf below. Alexandro Adis stared at the meat with the expression of someone who had just encountered a formidable opponent.
“This is tougher than expected.”
What exactly was he talking about?
He grasped the kitchen knife and attempted to pull it free, then tried slicing the meat again. But I quickly stopped him.
“Stop it! You’re destroying the furniture! And you’ll ruin the knife too!”
“No matter. This is nothing compared to what I’ve faced on the battlefield.”
“This isn’t a battlefield—it’s a Kitchen!”
I snatched the knife from Alexandro Adis’s hands.
“You wash those mushrooms over there instead.”
“….”
“Wash them properly. Understood? And if you can’t even manage that, I’ll make you peel carrots until—”
“I’ll do my best.”
But as I continued slicing the meat, I couldn’t help but find the situation absurd.
Alexandro Adis, disheartened after having his knife taken away, now washing mushrooms….
She was probably the first person ever to disarm him. I stifled a quiet giggle.
‘How ridiculous.’
He was so overwhelmingly capable that it bordered on insufferable, yet here he was with this endearingly clumsy side.
After we ate together, I left the cleanup to Alexandro Adis. Fortunately, he knew how to wash dishes properly.
“Have you washed dishes before?”
“No, this is my first time.”
“You’re doing well. Your knife skills were practically nonexistent, though.”
He continued wiping the dishes in brief silence before muttering a response.
“I’m simply unfamiliar with it. Once I learn, I’ll master it.”
At those words, I laughed. I considered teasing him about how a true craftsman never blames his tools, but decided against it. Instead, I simply gazed at his back with a pleasant warmth in my chest.
His broad back and shoulders spread wide. The arm muscles visible beneath his rolled-up sleeves looked remarkably firm and defined.
As I watched that scene quietly, reality suddenly slipped away from me.
Alexandro Adis was washing dishes….
‘Something feels strange.’
My feet seemed to float weightlessly in the air. My chest bloomed with fluffy pink clouds.
Perhaps that’s why this moment didn’t feel real at all. It felt like a dream.
A midsummer night’s dream that would vanish the moment I opened my eyes.
‘That’s the truth, isn’t it.’
A bitter smile welled up. This was merely a fleeting dream that would disappear once he recovered his memories.
“P-pardon me.”
That’s when it happened. Knock, knock, knock—a sound at the door.
“Alexandro Adis.”
In an instant, my mind went cold. All expression drained from my face.
“Alexandro Adis, are you in there?”
That voice…
“Who is that?”
Alexandro Adis, who had just finished washing the dishes, asked with a puzzled expression.
“Who would call me like—”
His words trailed off. My eyes had turned glacial, and he’d caught that chill.
“…”
When he instinctively fell silent, I walked forward with a composed expression and yanked the door open.
“Oh.”
Sure enough, it was that Cooking Instructor from before. I shut the door and stepped outside entirely.
“What is it?”
“Ah, well…”
The Cooking Instructor flushed and fumbled for words, then seemed to gather her courage and clenched her fists tightly.
“Ah, I hadn’t scheduled the next lesson with Alexandro Adis yet.”
Who was she trying to fool?
‘She came to spy.’
I looked her over slowly, from top to bottom. She’d dressed up for this visit.
The absurdity of it made me laugh. Did this man attract women even in a small village like this?
‘Well.’
Who would leave a man like that alone? I smiled crookedly.
“The next lesson…”
There won’t be one. Don’t come back.
I almost said it, but I pressed my lips together and held back.
‘His memories will return soon anyway.’
He might be displeased if I acted arbitrarily then. Thinking of that, I couldn’t simply cut her off.
“Come by next time. I’m rather busy at the moment.”
But the Cooking Instructor didn’t leave.
“Um, forgive me, but what is your relationship to him…?”
“Didn’t you hear earlier?”
I smiled, gesturing toward the closed door.
“I’m his daughter.”
“B-but… you look about the same age.”
“…”
I looked down at the woman coolly.
‘Now that I look closer, she is rather pretty.’
Perhaps Alexandro Adis had taken a liking to her.
A woman who radiated warmth. Her skin seemed to carry the scent of freshly baked bread. Perhaps she had been his refuge from a life of hardship.
So I had to treat her well.
“That’s right.”
Kanna Adis’s crimson lips twisted cruelly.
“I’m not that person’s daughter.”
I stared directly at the shocked woman’s face and repeated myself.
“There’s no way I could be.”
“W-what do you mean?”
“Didn’t you hear me?”
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Kanna Adis bent at the waist and whispered in a low voice.
“I am that person’s….”
The woman’s eyes widened at those words.
‘I’m insane.’
Kanna Adis muttered curses under her breath.
I’m absolutely insane.
There’s no doubt about it.
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“You’re late.”
Alexandro Adis sat quietly on the sofa. He watched her open the door and enter, then asked softly.
“Did the conversation drag on?”
“Yes.”
In truth, it had been very brief. The woman had left once my ridiculous nonsense ended.
But I couldn’t bring myself to open the door and go back in.
Unable to trust myself to compose my shattered expression, I’d stood alone in front of the door for a while before entering.
“Who was it?”
Alexandro Adis asked.
“She called me Alek.”
“Your Cooking Instructor.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It seems you lived here under the alias Alek.”
“What did you talk about?”
Kanna Adis bit her lip hard.
I didn’t know what to say. I could only lie anyway.
‘Why did I do that when I can’t even handle the aftermath?’
Had I ever been swept away by emotion like this before? Consumed by self-loathing, I answered.
“She came to schedule the next lesson. Since you have no memories right now, I sent her away for now.”
“I see.”
“Yes. I’m going to rest for a bit.”
Kanna Adis fled into the Bedroom.
‘Not now.’
I needed to compose myself before we talked. With that thought, I reached to close the door.
Suddenly, a hand shot out and seized it.
“…!”
He pushed forward with force, and my body instinctively stumbled backward.
“What—what are you doing?”
Flustered, Alexandro Adis closed the door with an impassive expression.
Click.
In that instant, my shoulders trembled. For some reason, that sound seemed impossibly loud.
He leaned his back against the door, arms crossed, and regarded me in silent contemplation.
It shouldn’t have been possible, yet somehow he appeared to have cut off my escape.
“Why did you follow me in?”
But Alexandro Adis said nothing for a long moment. The silence was suffocating.
His face was expressionless, yet his eyes burned with a strange, turbulent heat—as though he were forcibly restraining some wild emotion.
“Can’t I come in?”
After that breathless silence, his lips finally parted.
“I’m your ….”

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