My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 264

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Chapter 264
This can’t happen.
“Hey.”
Don’t go.
“Hey, Kanna.”
What will I do if you leave like this?
“Kanna!”
In that instant, my eyes snapped open. Simultaneously, a wave of emotion crashed over me, stealing my breath.
It was an immense, overwhelming sorrow.
“Kanna.”
A steady strength held me. From the thick darkness, Orsini gazed down at me.
“You’re safe. It was just a nightmare.”
“….”
“Only a dream.”
A nightmare?
‘Ah, I see.’
I was merely dreaming. Thank goodness.
I let my eyes drift shut. A single lingering trace of the dream rolled down my cheek.
Orsini hesitated before gently wiping away my tears.
“What kind of dream makes you cry like an idiot?”
I remained silent for a moment before murmuring.
“I don’t remember.”
Then I buried my face in his arms once more.
“…Sleep well.”
Only after some time did Orsini speak in a hushed voice.
* * *
My body had become absurdly frail.
According to what Alexandro Adis said, my soul remained fractured into multiple pieces, forcibly stitched together within a single body.
In other words, if I made even the slightest mistake, I could scatter and disappear once more.
“Which means Kanna will need to receive holy power transfusions for the rest of her life to survive.”
Or so he claimed.
I could only sustain my life by having holy power continuously stabilize my soul.
Out of sheer stubbornness, I tried to endure without it, but my body gradually grew worse, until I coughed blood and lost consciousness.
‘Still, being alive is something, isn’t it?’
In any case, we’re currently in the experimental phase.
From what I’ve tried so far, I needed about six hours of holy power infusion daily to function normally. Anything less and I’d become listless and drained.
For prolonged physical contact, nothing suited the purpose better than sharing a bed. So yesterday I slept with Kalen, and today with Orsini.
Was it because I was draining their holy power twice daily? Their complexions were visibly deteriorating.
“Are you really okay?”
“What do you mean?”
Early morning. Orsini, just rising from bed, spoke with a haggard expression.
“There’s no problem.”
His face was clearly worn by insomnia and frustration, but I simply pretended not to notice.
“Hey.”
“Hmm?”
Orsini hesitated, wiping his lips. Then he blurted it out.
“Will you marry me?”
What?
I answered with a look of disgust, but Orsini remained unfazed. He seemed prepared for this level of rejection.
“Think about it. From now on, you’ll have to live receiving vital energy infusions.”
“That’s what’s happening now, isn’t it? Is there a problem?”
“Damn it. Then there IS a problem, doesn’t there!”
Orsini finally lost his patience and burst out.
“How long do you think that bastard Kalen will just quietly give you vital energy? That perverted son of a bitch is definitely fantasizing about all sorts of things all night long. I’m telling you, that bastard will definitely grab you one day and harm you. This goddamn son of a bitch!”
Perhaps just imagining it made him angry. Orsini was seething with heat.
But I responded calmly.
“And you?”
“What?”
“Don’t you have those kinds of fantasies?”
Orsini’s words caught in his throat. I clicked my tongue.
“It’s always the same—people only see what they want to see.”
“…So that’s why I’m asking you to marry me.”
Orsini cleared his throat. He tried to act indifferent, but the corners of his lips trembled slightly.
“Isn’t it better for you to be entangled with one man rather than two?”
“…”
“I’ll handle all the annoying parts.”
“…”
“Marry me. Huh?”
He wasn’t even a child, yet he was whining relentlessly…
I glared at him with contempt.
Then, suddenly, an old memory surfaced.
Orsini in the Yalden Kingdom, asking me to run away before my wedding.
‘He’s exactly the same as back then.’
All he knows is reckless charging. And then when he crashes and falls flat, what then?
But for some reason, I no longer wanted to treat him the way I used to. I didn’t want to hurt him anymore.
“If you do that, you’ll die from me draining all your vital energy.”
“I won’t die.”
“Right, you won’t die, but you’ll waste away. No matter how quickly vital energy replenishes, if you give it to me without a single day’s break, you won’t have a chance to recover.”
“I don’t care.”
As expected, there’s no reasoning with him.
‘His complexion has grown worse even now.’
Because I shared my vital force with him every other day, Orsini’s condition had certainly deteriorated compared to before.
If he became entirely dependent on me alone, this man would truly wither away like a mummy.
Despite knowing this, Orsini yearned to monopolize me. Whether he became a mummy or a wax figure mattered little to him.
But it mattered greatly to me. Immensely so.
So I had to crush his self-destructive possessiveness.
“It seems you’re doing this out of jealousy, but do you have any right to be?”
At my words, Orsini’s face hardened. I tapped his cheek lightly and continued speaking.
“Greed has no end, does it? Before, you seemed to cling and beg just to be by my side… and now you want marriage?”
Ah.
This won’t do. I can’t.
Seeing his eyes twist with hurt, my tongue ached.
“I have no intention of becoming a vampire who drains all of someone’s vital essence.”
So without realizing it, I found myself speaking words meant to soothe him.
“Isabel said that once she becomes skilled at manifesting her vital force, she’ll share it with me. And Silvien Valentino also said he’d help once his enthronement is complete and he has time to spare.”
Silvien Valentino. At that name, veins bulged across Orsini’s knuckles.
‘Honestly, that temperamental fool.’
Orsini was truly the embodiment of jealousy. I eventually sighed and spoke my true feelings.
“I don’t want to see you fall apart because of me.”
“…What?”
Orsini’s lips parted. He stared at me with a foolish expression.
“What did you just say?”
“It’s better if you didn’t hear it.”
“No, no. Say it again. What was it?”
“I don’t know. Idiot. Fool. Unlucky bastard.”
I spat out the curses and swept out of the room.
* * *
‘A vampire. That’s not entirely wrong.’
Inside the carriage heading toward the Valentino Duchy, I laughed at myself mockingly.
I had come to depend on Kalen and Orsini’s vital force to survive. Soon, Silvien Valentino would also join in this vital force transfusion.
‘What is it about me that makes them go to such lengths?’
Isabel willingly threw herself into practicing vital force manifestation for me, while Lucy wore a sorrowful expression because she couldn’t help.
Lucy’s vital force was faint because, like me, she had foreign matter mixed within her.
But I decided not to despair. This was a life that Alex had protected with his entire being.
‘Alex, are you doing well?’
I looked up at the sky beyond the carriage window.
I wondered about him, but I didn’t worry greatly. There couldn’t be anyone stronger than him in this world. By now, he must be fully enjoying his time.
‘You must be doing well wherever you are, Alex.’
Eating delicious food, taking long afternoon naps, enjoying your hobbies.
I hoped he was living happily like that.
* * *
The Isaberk Empire had fallen.
The Emperor and Empress were dead, and Princess Lilienne had vanished. Normally, one would seek out collateral branches of the Imperial Family, but everyone opposed it.
Perhaps it was because a Black Apostle had been discovered among the Imperial Family, and the Black Rift had torn open immediately after. The people of the Empire believed that divine punishment had befallen the Isaberk Imperial Family.
Thus, naturally, all eyes turned toward Valentino.
Silvien Valentino. The one who had expelled the Black Apostle Concubine Teresa, led the Knight Order through this calamity, and slew the demons as a Descendant of Holy Knights.
The streets overflowed with processions calling for him to become the new Emperor, and the Aristocratic Council poured forth overwhelming support.
“Ah, I’m dying from how tedious this is.”
Yet the man himself was so reluctant that he looked ready to perish.
Silvien Valentino dropped sugar into his teacup, then stirred it languidly with a teaspoon.
“I haven’t the faintest idea what sins I committed in my past life. I can’t rest for even a single hour.”
And then, one more lump of sugar tumbled in.
“If it bothers you so much, why don’t you just refuse?”
“Then who would do it?”
Silvien Valentino smiled with an edge of irritation.
“Should I leave it to the fiery stallion? Or perhaps the white-haired pervert?”
Who were those people?
Was he referring to those two?
“Those two would sell the Empire itself if it had anything to do with you.”
“Hmm….”
I couldn’t argue—he was right.
‘Just how obvious have those two been about it?’
Silvien Valentino knew they shared no blood relation with him, and he saw through the emotions those two brothers harbored with perfect clarity. No, at this point, it seemed there was nothing he didn’t know.
Just then, as Silvien Valentino added yet another sugar cube, I couldn’t help but ask.
“Aren’t you putting in too much sugar?”
“My tastes have changed. It’s the effect of visiting a world filled with sweetness.”
He was speaking of when he retrieved his soul. That’s exactly why I came here today.
“Tell me today, Silvien. What happened?”
“I refuse.”
“….”
“You must recover the memories yourself.”
This stubborn man.
Ever since I opened my eyes, Silvien had asked, “You don’t remember anything?” and when I said I didn’t, he’d left disappointed.
And he’d been like this ever since.
In other words, he was sulking.
‘But I really don’t remember anything—what am I supposed to do!’
I didn’t know what had transpired between myself and my soul fragment, but something significant had clearly occurred. That must be why he was behaving so unlike himself, all pouty.
Yet the problem was that whenever I looked at him, my chest stirred with a peculiar ache.
Perhaps it was the lingering echo of the years my soul had been fractured.
I wanted to understand the source of this emotion.
“How am I supposed to remember something I don’t recall….”
As I grumbled, his blue eyes gleamed with an enigmatic sparkle. Silvien Valentino offered a beguiling smile.
“Shall I help? I could refresh your memory.”
“How would you do that?”
He crossed his long legs and leaned back against the chair, interlacing his fingers and resting them upon his knee with a smile.
“Stay the night. Tonight.”

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