My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 265

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Chapter 265
“You’re going to transfer your power to me?”
“Well, one thing and another, you know.”
What exactly was included in that “one thing and another”? I burst into laughter at the absurdity of it all.
“Listen, I think there’s been a misunderstanding between us….”
“A man and woman sleeping in the same bed—what misunderstanding could there possibly be?”
Silvien Valentino clicked his tongue at me as if I were a naive child.
“Mark my words. Orsini and Kalen will only tolerate this for so long. I guarantee it won’t last more than a year at most.”
Silvien Valentino laughed rather viciously after speaking, as if displeased with his own words.
“Ah, I wish those bastards would all get struck by lightning and die.”
“…Silvien? Do you realize you just said that out loud?”
“My apologies. I merely meant to think it privately.”
“….”
“In any case, the union of bodies is the supreme method of channeling power. It should allow me to transfer my energy most efficiently in the shortest time.”
He paused mid-sentence, as if a thought had suddenly occurred to him.
“Shall we experiment?”
With that, he rose quite naturally and sat beside me. His firm thigh pressed firmly against mine.
“Silvien?”
Silvien Valentino didn’t answer, instead grasping my chin. In that instant, his power began to seep into me.
‘Wow.’
It felt entirely different from Adis.
If Adis’s power was a hot, intense flame, then Valentino’s was so pure and crystalline that it resembled a lake where you could see straight through to the bottom….
In the moment I marveled at that pristine power, he drew impossibly close.
Silvien Valentino was extraordinarily beautiful.
In this instant, I was utterly captivated.
His shimmering silver hair cascaded like rays of light, and even his breath carried a fragrance….
There was no particular reason to refuse.
So I closed my eyes.
Our lips met softly.
“…!”
Almost simultaneously, an enormous surge of power flooded in. It rushed like a massive wave, spreading through every corner of my body. The intensity of that invasion left my mind completely blank.
“Remarkable.”
After a moment, Silvien Valentino whispered. A heat I’d never seen before flickered in his pale blue eyes.
“Did you feel it too?”
Feel it? Absolutely.
If the previous method had been like early spring drizzle, this was like a torrential downpour pouring through a hole torn in the sky.
“Silvien, are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
“But your power right now….”
“I have quite a lot of power. And quite a lot of desire as well.”
I doubted my own ears. What did he just say…?
‘Wait.’
Now that I thought about it, I couldn’t remember when I’d ended up on the sofa, when I’d been pinned beneath his stone-like body, or when the ribbon at my chest had come undone.
How had this happened so quickly…?
“Wait, Silvien Valentino.”
He lowered his face again. My lips, my cheeks, my jaw, my neck, and…
“Stop!”
In the next instant, Silvien Valentino’s head snapped back. I’d grabbed a fistful of his hair.
Silvien Valentino glanced down at me with a slanted gaze. The corners of his mouth lifted.
“How rough. Do you enjoy this sort of thing?”
“Don’t joke around. Move. I have another appointment.”
“An appointment? With whom?”
“Raphael.”
At that name, one of Silvien Valentino’s eyebrows rose. Yet he obediently withdrew from above me. Then he tied my ribbon back together himself as he spoke.
“Was the intensity a bit too high? My apologies. It seems I have no restraint with you.”
“This isn’t a matter of intensity… wait, who are you calling a child?”
“From my perspective, you are one. I wonder how long it will take to raise you properly.”
I should just stay silent. He’d always been difficult to handle, but now it was truly impossible to keep up with him.
“How is it? My assessment is correct, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Certainly.”
“Accept it. You will never live an ordinary life like other women.”
“You’re unaffected? It seems you hold special feelings for me.”
It was the first time I’d been so direct, but Silvien Valentino admitted it without hesitation.
“Of course, but I’m not foolish enough to let emotions cloud my judgment when your safety is at stake.”
Then he let out a scoff.
“Unlike that burning colt living in your house.”
“…How long have you lived to become so detached?”
“Do you wish to know?”
In that moment, beyond Silvien Valentino’s faintly smiling face, a long expanse of years seemed to pass before me.
“If you knew, you would surely weep.”
I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.
Silvien Valentino spoke gently.
“It’s alright. There are lives like mine. And there are lives like yours.”
“Thank you, Silvien Valentino.”
“Gratitude and apologies are best expressed in bed, after all.”
He says such things with that elegant face. I’ve known since his crude jokes back then.
Then Silvien Valentino asked.
“How is Raphael these days?”
“The same as always.”
“Still frightening?”
At the thought of Raphael’s sudden transformation, I couldn’t help but sigh.
“Yes.”
I never thought the day would come when I’d fear Raphael.
* * *
The moment I stepped into Divine Spirit’s Room, I froze at the sight of those cold eyes.
“You’re late.”
Two minutes had already passed the appointed time.
“Sorry. Did you wait long?”
“….”
He didn’t answer. A chill swept through the air.
“I’m sorry, Raphael.”
“No need to apologize.”
Raphael laughed mockingly, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“It seems I’m a bother to you. If you don’t want to come, then don’t.”
Dear heavens, how am I supposed to handle a teenage boy?
‘This is driving me insane, seriously.’
I held back my sigh.
Raphael, separated from the World Tree and resurrected, had changed tremendously.
Seventeen years old. He had regressed to that exact moment when he first emerged from within the World Tree after living there his entire life.
It wasn’t a metaphor—he had literally reverted to a seventeen-year-old boy. His body, his mind, his memories, everything was different.
‘That’s right, the Raphael I met in the past looked exactly like this.’
He had lost everything he experienced after escaping the World Tree, but one thing remained—that strange feeling he held toward me.
Even though he had forgotten who she was, the emotion itself persisted unchanged.
Perhaps that’s why Raphael no longer wished for death. Instead, like a petulant child, he demanded attention.
“How could I not want to come? I want to help you recover your memories.”
Raphael glared at me.
His eyes were sharp and defiant, but beneath that lay fear. He was terrified that I might find him bothersome, that I might never return.
Moved by his vulnerability, I spoke with deliberate tenderness.
“Raphael, tell me about your dreams. How many have you had recently?”
“I remember a total of three.”
Fortunately, fragments of his memories were surfacing one by one through his dreams.
“You gave me milk.”
“…Oh.”
“It was done in an unusual way.”
“Well, about that.”
Hmm. I brushed past the question vaguely.
“I’ll explain in detail once you’re grown.”
“Can’t you tell me now?”
“No.”
“Damn it.”
“…What did you say?”
Did Raphael just curse?
I was startled, my eyes widening in surprise. However, I smoothly redirected the conversation.
“In another dream, you called me ‘Master.'”
“Ah, that’s….”
As my face flushed crimson, the boy’s eyes darkened considerably.
“What exactly was our relationship?”
“Well, you desperately wanted to follow me. You enjoyed receiving my orders….”
No, that’s not right. I shook my head and answered more carefully.
“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
Raphael gazed at me with barely concealed displeasure.
“What other dreams did you have?”
“…That one.”
Raphael hesitated before speaking.
“I was crying.”
“….”
“I remember being terrified. You were….”
Perhaps out of pride, his face flushed as his brow furrowed sharply.
“Why did I fear you so much? What were you?”
I gazed at the angry boy’s face for a moment, then reached out my hand.
“You loved me very much.”
As I stroked his hair, the boy’s slowly building anger subsided once more.
“…And you?”
After a moment, he murmured quietly. Still trying to appear strong, but his eyes were filled with fear.
“Did you love me?”
“Of course.”
“But the you in my dreams was always afraid. You thought one day I would abandon you.”
My heart ached once more at those words. That was likely Raphael’s true feelings from long ago.
‘Raphael was always afraid.’
It was only natural.
He had been ignored by me for so long and rejected countless times. Had I not coldly broken my promise to be with him once he grew stronger?
Yet Raphael never grew weary. He waited for me, standing always in the same place like a tree, forever at my back.
Until he became nothing but bones and died.
“Raphael, I will never abandon you.”
At those words, tears welled up in the boy’s eyes. Flustered by his own reaction, he quickly wiped them away.
How pitiful. As I reached to stroke Raphael’s back, he roughly brushed my hand away.
“Don’t touch me so carelessly.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“In any case, I will be useful. I can give you my strength.”
The boy didn’t trust my words. So he always tried to prove his usefulness. But I firmly refused.
“Thank you. But for now, I’d rather you focus on recovering.”
Even if you couldn’t help me, even if you were useless—I wanted you to know I’d stay by your side. First, I needed to plant that seed of faith.
Besides, he was still just a boy. I used his age as an excuse.
“You’re still young. It’s too early for you to help adults. When you’re grown, then you can help me.”
“In one year, I will be an adult. Then I will do it.”
Somehow, his words sounded like a warning.
“Promise me.”
He extended his pinky finger. For a moment, I nearly burst out laughing.
‘He’s still a child, after all.’
I linked my pinky with his.
“I promise, Raphael.”
I will never break a promise with you again. I won’t make you afraid. Last time, I left you to die trembling in fear.
I could still vividly feel the relief in his final breath. The tears and sighs he shed with those words—you don’t hate me.
‘I won’t do that to you again.’
Such pain was enough to bear once.
* * *
“Ah, I’m exhausted….”
It had been a long day. After bathing, I collapsed face-down onto the bed.
“Sister, I’m coming in.”
That’s when Kalen entered. Tonight was Kalen’s turn.
“Would you like me to give you a foot massage?”
“Mm… yes.”
Gratefully, Kalen lifted me into his arms and settled me onto the sofa.
‘Ah, this is nice.’
The moment we touched, his essence flowed into me—a sensation like gentle rainfall.
“Is this comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“If you wish, I can massage other places as well.”
“….”
Keep it reasonable. Keep it reasonable.
When I cracked open my eyes and gave him a sidelong glance, Kalen laughed playfully—the tone of a jest with sincerity beneath it.
‘Honestly….’
The truly strange thing is that I don’t dislike him. There was a time when I found him absolutely repulsive, like an insect.
‘But isn’t that natural?’
I know Kalen would sacrifice his life for me at any moment. I know he’s already done so. He chose to die alone and miserably on the Staircase rather than harm me.
Knowing that, I simply cannot hate him. Instead, I felt a strange urge to stroke his hair. And….
I hope he doesn’t die.
I never want to see a Kalen who ignores my call again.
“Please rest. Once you fall asleep, I’ll carry you to the Chamber.”
“Yes. Thank you for tonight as well.”
Kanna closed her eyes. In that moment, she understood.
‘Ah, I see now. I no longer hate anyone.’
Though a slight discomfort had emerged, her heart and surroundings had never felt more at peace than they did now.
‘But why is this happening?’
Whenever she tried to sleep, a corner of her heart would grow uneasy. It pricked like thorns.
As if she had lost something profoundly important.
Yet she had lost nothing at all.

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