My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 273

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Side Story Episode 4
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“You madman.”
The Evil Spirit clicked his tongue.
“You’re truly losing your mind, Alexandro Adis.”
Unbearable psychological torment. I felt such pain for the first time in my life.
I felt as though I might shatter.
I wanted to shatter.
Such was that night.
“Not just you, but all of Adis—you must sacrifice your own child as an offering.”
At Seon-hee’s warning, I boasted boldly. I spoke carelessly of being able to do anything. Because it seemed possible.
In that moment when I had just awakened to the beauty of first love, only to recoil from sudden loss.
In that moment, I truly could have done anything.
Anything, everything, to save her.
And yet.
Surely it was so….
But on nights like this, I felt as though I might die. Everything was tainted, and I had become the impurity itself.
“You seem to be having regrets?”
“Why not give up now?”
“And so you’ve truly become what your old nickname promised—a breeding stallion?”
“Ahahahaha!”
I listened to the Evil Spirit’s mockery while clutching my head. I gasped within a mental anguish I had never experienced before. So I closed my eyes. I recalled that woman. Desperately.
The night we shared, the sweet, honeyed scent of her skin that filled the chamber, the warmth of her hand that I had secretly held, and….
【Let’s meet again.】
What a cruel jest.
In an instant, fury surged through me and I clenched the bed sheets in my fists.
Meet again?
And what would I do then? What words would I speak to you?
“To protect you, I created children to become sacrifices. But do not misunderstand. The reason I do this is for you.”
Was I to say this?
Was I to spout such nonsense?
I let out a hollow laugh and muttered.
“That’s madness….”
Or perhaps the words of a bastard. No, it seems I am both.
I laughed bitterly. Directionless rage burned my insides to ash.
‘Why am I.’
Cruel veins bulged across my knuckles. Prominent bones jutted sharply. Yet I swallowed it. Barely.
‘It’s fine.’
Was I now, after all this, thinking of backing away because it was harder than imagined? Was I thinking of pretending I never made that promise?
She believed in my promise.
Now, of all times?
Like a coward before the world?
‘Yes, I can overcome this. There is no hardship I cannot conquer.’
Yet as time wore on, my grip on reality only grew more tenuous.
Madness. Insanity. The more methodically I proceeded, the more my mind seemed to fracture.
The number of Evil Spirits visible to my eyes multiplied with each passing day. I could no longer remember a time when the world had known peace.
Moreover, the side effects of eternal life brought insomnia in their wake.
Exhaustion accumulated relentlessly. And the Divine Spirit who had stolen Kanna Adis, the Black Apostles—their attacks grew bolder by the day. Battles became increasingly frequent.
“There are rumors that the Duke’s daughter carries the bloodline of the Black Apostles.”
The Emperor, seizing this opportunity, did not let it slip through his fingers.
“Show the Divine Spirit at the Divine Temple the Duke’s daughter. Prove she is not of Black Apostle blood.”
“No. I will not send my daughter to the Divine Temple.”
“How suspicious, the way you shield her so fiercely.”
….
“Be honest with me, Duke. Is she truly not the daughter of the Black Apostles?”
“She is not.”
“Then prove it. Bring the child to me.”
“Why must I prove anything?”
“Good heavens, even a Duke loses his reason when bewitched by a woman. Enchanted by those filthy Black Apostles, you’ve abandoned all sense.”
Political attacks had begun in earnest.
“Well….”
On the way back from my audience with the Emperor, a platinum-haired woman approached.
“Duke Adis.”
It was Concubine Teresa. As I stopped, she hesitated before placing her hand upon my arm.
“I believe in you, Duke. If there is anything I can do to help, please tell me.”
….
I gazed at the pale hand resting upon my arm, then tilted my head slightly.
Did I have some prior connection with this woman?
“I have admired you since childhood, Duke. It pains my heart to see the protector of the Continent treated with such coldness….”
From Teresa, who had drawn near, emanated an intoxicating fragrance. Sweet and inviting.
“If I can be of service to you, Duke, I wish to do whatever it takes.”
The hand encircling my arm tightened subtly. Her delicate thumb traced across my wrist. It was unmistakably a seduction.
“My, now you’re going to entangle yourself with the Emperor’s lover too?”
“Impressive, Alexandro. Even two bodies wouldn’t be enough!”
Ignoring the Evil Spirit’s mockery, I spoke slowly.
“Please remove your hand.”
“Pardon?”
Rather than repeat myself, I withdrew politely. I turned and began to walk, then suddenly stopped. I lifted my gaze.
….
Our eyes met. With the Emperor, watching this scene unfold from the window above.
Alexandro read the killing intent in those eyes.
‘This has become troublesome.’
Indeed, it had become troublesome.
The Emperor was foaming at the mouth trying to crush him, going so far as to fabricate false evidence that Adis had colluded with the Black Apostles.
“It’s all because of Kanna Adis!”
Unable to bear it any longer, Chloe stepped forward.
“At this rate, the honor of Adis will plummet. Do you know they’re already discussing stripping you of your dukedom?”
A Holy Knight in league with the Black Apostles—naturally, one’s title should be revoked and assets confiscated, should it not?
Such discussions were already underway.
“Alexandro Adis, how much longer will you sit idle? Do something about this!”
Chloe grew more anxious with each passing day. This was the greatest crisis of her life.
Yet Alexandro felt no sense of crisis whatsoever.
As long as I am myself, no one can bring me down. It was a thought so arrogant that anyone hearing it would be astounded.
Yet it was the truth.
“It’s the Black Mist!”
From the heart of the Capital, the Black Mist erupted and spread explosively.
“A monster!”
“Oh God, have mercy….”
And from within it, a demonic beast emerged. Extraordinary monsters always appeared, but this time was particularly severe.
The beast was colossal. Its magnificent body vast enough to swallow a fortress whole, and the shadow of its spread wings devoured the streets.
“It’s a dragon!”
How had the ancient Southern Continent fallen to ruin?
The Black Mist had slowly consumed the Southern Continent. From within it, a black dragon emerged, trampling people, crushing them, destroying everything….
Such a legendary beast from ancient tales had now burst forth into reality at this very moment.
“What are you doing! Palace guards, fire your arrows!”
Hundreds and thousands of arrows were loosed at the beast, but they merely bounced off its hardened scales.
“Flee!”
“Run, run away!”
The Capital crumbled helplessly. The black dragon’s breath scorched the earth, and a single flick of its tail brought the castle crashing down.
In that chaos and devastation, all thought the same thing.
Destruction. The day of destruction had arrived.
Just as the ancient Southern Continent had fallen, now it was the Western Continent’s turn.
Meanwhile, Alexandro calmly climbed toward the Cathedral Spire.
‘Has Duke Valentino evacuated the Capital?’
If so, then I am alone here.
It would be convenient with company, but there is no particular disadvantage in being alone.
Alexandro did not miss the moment when the black dragon passed beneath him. He leaped directly from the Cathedral Spire, landing lightly upon the dragon’s back, then grasped its scales and held firm.
Roooaaarrr!
Sensing the foreign presence, the black dragon twisted its body. Yet Alexandro maintained his balance effortlessly, raising his right hand high.
At that moment, Alexandro’s hand was empty. But soon, a brilliant white holy power coalesced in his grasp like a spear of light.
The moment he deemed the cage sufficiently massive, he brought it crashing down.
Boom!
An explosion erupted with a sound that threatened to shatter eardrums. The colossal black dragon, pierced by the immense holy power, writhed madly and shrieked in agony before dissolving into the Black Mist and vanishing entirely.
And those who witnessed this miraculous spectacle spoke of it thus:
Alexandro Adis had called down lightning from the heavens.
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After this incident, all suspicion that Alexandro had conspired with the Black Apostles dissipated completely.
Moreover, his reputation soared. Whispers spread that he was the reincarnation of an ancient Holy Knight. Even the Emperor himself could no longer hold his gaze for long.
Truthfully, I cared little for such accolades. Or rather, I lacked the capacity to spare them any thought.
Baby Kanna had been abducted.
The work of the Black Apostles. It seemed the Divine Spirit himself had taken direct action.
‘The beast was merely bait.’
They had seized the child while the Capital descended into chaos from the black dragon. I pursued their trail relentlessly. And I fought—brutally, savagely.
How long had they been preparing for this?
The Black Apostles, the Divine Spirit—they had laid their trap with meticulous intent.
Yet I broke through every snare and reclaimed the child. In the process, my abdomen was pierced clean through.
“Damn brat.”
“Uh… goo.”
“Why must I suffer because of you…?”
“…”
Was it mere fancy? The infant’s expression seemed to suggest she understood my words.

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