My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 247

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Chapter 247
“That’s enough.”
In any case, this man would never speak willingly. Kanna Adis gave up on extracting answers from him.
“Besides, if there’s anything I can help with, just tell me.”
“Help with?”
Silvien Valentino tilted his head, and as his lustrous silver hair shimmered gracefully, Kanna found her gaze momentarily captivated.
“Yes. After all, you ended up like this while trying to help me. If there’s anything I can do, I will.”
“Ah.”
He let out an exclamation of understanding, then scrutinized her face with an intensely calculating gaze.
“I think there might be something.”
“What is it?”
“Well… a kiss?”
“…”
What is he saying? Seriously, since earlier.
Kanna glared at him.
“Don’t joke around.”
“No, it’s not a joke.”
If it’s not a joke, then what does that make it—the truth?
At that moment, Silvien extended his hand, his eyes narrowing as he smiled with an enchanting allure that was almost bewitching.
“Come here.”
“…”
Come here for what?!
Kanna shot him a look before suddenly becoming dazed. Though it was a clichéd description, his eyes were like blue stars—truly mesmerizing enough to captivate anyone.
‘No, that’s not it!’
Kanna quickly slapped the back of his hand. Silvien Valentino then feigned injury.
“How violent. I’m a patient, you know.”
“Patient, my foot. What’s wrong with you anyway? Are you hurt somewhere?”
Whatever he found so amusing, Silvien was chuckling in a way entirely unlike himself.
It was infuriating. Did he find being insulted that entertaining?
Or had she never known he could laugh like this in the first place?
“That’s not what I meant. I meant I would help you escape this situation.”
“Is that so? I had no idea.”
As if he didn’t know. That cunning fox!
For some reason, she could almost see nine silver-furred tails sprouting from behind him.
“Enough with the jokes. If there’s anything you need, tell me.”
Silvien withdrew reluctantly as if disappointed, but spoke with refreshing clarity.
“I’m grateful for the sentiment alone. There’s no need to soil your hands further.”
Soil her hands?
The moment she frowned at that word, Silvien concluded gently.
“Everything is already prepared.”
* * *
【Concubine Teresa is reported to be with child.】
The newspaper crumpled violently in the Emperor’s grip.
Teresa. His lover, now departed from this world.
She was with child, they said.
The Emperor learned this fact from the newspaper. He interrogated her physician belatedly and discovered the truth.
“Ah, since it is still early, I held my tongue. Once she reaches the stable period, I shall inform Your Majesty then. I was strictly instructed to tell no one until that time.”
Thus the Emperor had remained ignorant.
No, he could not have known.
‘That child is not mine!’
It had been long since I had relations with Teresa.
Was it the drugs? My virility had deteriorated considerably.
Yet she was pregnant?
“Your Majesty, she is a Black Apostle.”
Grind, grind. I gnashed my teeth. Rage surged at the words Silvien Valentino had spoken in the dungeon.
“Concubine Teresa was a Black Apostle, and she approached Your Majesty with deliberate intent.”
Teresa was a Black Apostle?
Now that I think about it… the drugs began at Teresa’s suggestion.
Your Majesty, my poor Luke, how weary you must be? Sometimes a change of pace in this manner is not so terrible, is it? Speaking in that honeyed voice, whispering so sweetly!
Yes, a woman who deceived me all this while, dallied with another man, and ultimately became pregnant—there was no reason she could not be a Black Apostle.
But.
“Speak no nonsense! How dare you slander my concubine!”
The Emperor resolved not to believe it.
The moment I acknowledged it, I would become a foolish emperor. I would be recorded in history as the greatest idiot—blinded by lust, nearly allowing the Black Apostles to seize control of the Imperial Palace!
“Is that Your Majesty’s choice?”
Silvien Valentino spoke quietly, as though reading all my innermost thoughts. Then he smiled.
“I pray you harbor no regrets over that choice.”
That was my last conversation with Silvien Valentino.
‘Yes, perhaps it worked out well. House Valentino was far too powerful.’
The Descendants of Holy Knights would be sufficient with House of Adis. As I contemplated seizing Valentino’s lands and wealth in this opportunity, the corners of my mouth lifted.
So this matter must remain secret.
Secret. Keep the secret. Preserve the secret…
‘Damn it.’
My thoughts would not continue. A strange unease enveloped me once more.
Drugs.
I wanted the drugs.
‘No, I must truly quit now.’
I stared at the pristine white powder with bloodshot eyes. Then I swallowed hard.
‘Yes, slowly. Quit slowly. Reduce the amount bit by bit.’
One last time.
One last time….
* * *
Orsini headed toward Silvien Valentino’s Mansion.
“Damn it, why am I doing this….”
Orsini infiltrated the empty mansion and walked toward the Underground Dungeon. As he thrust a torch forward, dozens of prisoners huddled in a corner of the dungeon came into view.
“Hey, who the hell are you?”
Then a man whose eyes met his spoke as if entranced.
“I am… a Black Apostle.”
“What’s your relationship with Concubine Teresa?”
“An old colleague.”
Not just this one—the others would deliver prepared answers if questioned.
‘This madman.’
Silvien Valentino was fabricating evidence.
Over the past year, Silvien had sought out those destined for execution, and instead of reporting them to the state, he’d smuggled them away in secret.
They all had wives or children to protect, and were the lowest of the low—commoners with no registered status.
Over the past year, Silvien had collected such individuals with the obsessive precision of a curator, stacking them carefully away.
And he’d completely broken them in through inducements that he would guarantee their families’ safety for life, or threats that he would destroy them.
“I investigated Concubine Teresa extensively but found no evidence.”
“So you were creating it directly?”
“I couldn’t simply wait patiently for evidence to appear, could I?”
And the way he laughed like a refined nobleman was utterly absurd.
“After all, these are people who would be executed if their crimes were reported. They’ve all committed murder.”
“….”
“They understand that, so they accepted this arrangement. Isn’t it better to at least guarantee their families’ futures than to be executed with nothing to show for it?”
“….”
“Even so, I’m quite merciful.”
Merciful my ass—he was employing methods only a villain would conceive.
“Everyone come out.”
He opened the iron bars.
As Orsini confirmed each man walking out one by one, he grabbed the shoulder of one man—the most handsome of the bunch.
Orsini asked.
“Who are you?”
“I am a Black Apostle.”
As expected, he recited his lines with practiced skill.
“What was your relationship with Concubine Teresa?”
“I was her lover.”
“….”
“She was pregnant with my child.”
Of course, that was all a scenario Silvien had orchestrated.
Concubine Teresa was not pregnant.
He had merely bribed Teresa’s personal physician.
And he would expose these counterfeit Black Apostles to the world.
The newspapers, so busy condemning Silvien Valentino, would soon shift their tune like a wind reversing course.
【The Imperial Palace nearly fell under the control of the Black Apostles.】
It was predictable without even looking.
【His Majesty the Emperor personally brought that Black Apostle into the Imperial Palace.】
【The child of Concubine Teresa was of Black Apostle blood. A Black Apostle’s lineage nearly came to rule the Empire….】
And to the same degree that the Knight Guards had cursed Silvien Valentino indiscriminately, they would now shower him with praise.
A guardian who sought to protect the Empire even while facing the annihilation and execution of his own house—that was how he would be called.
Thus, the Valentino family’s prestige would surpass the Royal Family and soar to the heavens. Having fallen to the depths, it would rebound with that much momentum propelling it upward.
That was why Silvien Valentino had orchestrated his own downfall.
Knowing full well that he would ascend to even greater heights afterward.
Silvien Valentino, who would use even his own life as a means to an end, seemed utterly mad.
And.
He resembled Kanna Adis, which was deeply unsettling.
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‘Hurry, hurry.’
Ju-hwa swept the documents into her bag.
‘Before I’m discovered, hurry.’
Research materials on the Black Apostles. She intended to expose them to the world.
‘I’ll tell them everything.’
That Teresa was a Black Apostle, that the Ancient Deity Arzenian and Argon were conspirators as well—everything!
‘That’s the only way to save Silvien Valentino.’
She knew it. That she was foolish. That she had acted foolishly.
But protecting Silvien Valentino was something she would do by any means necessary….
“Ju-hwa.”
She nearly screamed in that instant.
“What are you doing?”
She’d been caught!
Arzenian approached her. He snatched her bag and hurled it backward.
“What are you doing?”
Ju-hwa’s lips parted. Despite the gravity of the moment, she was startled. Arzenian had cut his long hair very short.
Because of it, he looked like a different person. Until now, he had felt like merely Kanna’s father, but now he resembled a seductive, beautiful youth.
“What are you doing, Lee Ju-hwa?”
Watching her frozen form, Arzenian let out a soft laugh.
I should have known this would happen.
Blood cannot lie, can it?
Just as Seon-hee did, her daughter too would betray me.
“Are you abandoning me?”
He spoke with a sorrowful tone.
“Did I ask so much of you? I only wished for your happiness. That you would receive Silvien’s love as you desired, and bear his child….”
You should have given that child to me.
That was all I ever wanted. That was all I needed.
The Black Apostles?
To him, they were merely a trifle. Whether they were annihilated or not—what did it matter?
What he required was singular: mixed bloodline.
A child born of this world’s blood—especially one carrying holy power—mingled with the blood of that ‘foreign substance.’
Yes, like Kanna Adis.
Such a bloodline could shatter the world’s barriers completely.
Yet Silvien Valentino faced execution, and Ju-hwa was betraying him, preparing to flee.
Was there truly no other way?
“Ju-hwa, I cannot let you go. Because….”
He caressed her cheek. Then smiled tenderly.
“I love you.”
He seized her chin and claimed her trembling lips, drawing her close by the nape of her neck and kissing her deeply.
Arzenian pulled her waist toward him and whispered.
“You won’t leave me, will you?”

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