My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 289

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Side Story Episode 20
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A plate clattered onto the dining table.
“Eat.”
“…This?”
“How rude. Eat.”
“….”
“I said eat.”
He looked ready to kill me if I refused—yet I suspected I’d die either way if I complied.
‘What in the world is this made from?’
The stew’s color was ghastly, as if mud had been dumped into it, and deeply suspicious bubbles were gurgling up from its depths.
‘No, there’s usually a twist in situations like this.’
Orsini steeled himself and lifted the spoon.
Perhaps there would be a delightful reversal—that it tasted absolutely exquisite….
“….”
I swallowed with all my might.
After calmly wiping my mouth with a napkin, I set the spoon down.
“Actually, I…”
A wave of nausea threatened to rise, but I barely suppressed it.
“I’ve already eaten.”
“….”
“I’ll stop here.”
“….”
Alexandro Adis looked somewhat dejected—or perhaps it was my imagination. Fearing he might offer me more food, I hastily changed the subject.
“I understand you’re staying with Claude Azel. Where is he?”
“He lives next door. He’s probably at the Market Square selling goods right now.”
“Selling goods…?”
“Lately he’s been knitting scarves and gloves to sell. I bought one myself.”
He pointed to a tattered scrap of cloth hanging on the wall.
“Paid 200 gold for it.”
“….”
“Got a 50 gold discount too.”
“….”
That was clearly a rag, no matter how I looked at it….
‘Why is this man so careless?’
It was absurd. He’d been coerced into buying that monstrosity, his cooking was abysmal, and he’d even been swindled by his own subordinate!
‘Did he hit his head and lose his mind?’
Alexandro Adis was not such a man.
He was someone who stood on a far higher plane, gazing down from dizzying heights.
That’s why I had always looked up to him.
He was a father one could only see by doing so.
But now, how should I put it—it was as though dozens of screws had come loose.
‘I see.’
The realization came to me quite naturally.
‘This man is resting now.’
“That man has suffered enough all this time. He needs rest.”
It was exactly as Kanna Adis had said once.
Now Alexandro Adis was taking a step back, resting from his life, his people, his love—from everything that was his.
“How are you finding retirement, sir?”
“As you can see, it’s peaceful.”
“Peaceful.”
Orsini repeated the word.
Peace. Peace, he said….
“That peace you speak of—you can’t find it beside Kanna Adis, can you?”
The sarcasm spilled from my lips unbidden.
“Why? Does having her nearby complicate your feelings, sir?”
….
“Or does your body run wild like a rutting beast, beyond your control?”
I knew it was baseless provocation.
Yet I could not bear my father’s arrogance.
He could take everything whenever he wished, and yet he stood there with hands clasped behind his back, leisurely withdrawn.
How could he possibly do such a thing?
‘If I were you, if I were in your position….’
I would never do such a thing.
Rest is necessary, he says?
What importance could such a thing have? What did it matter if body and spirit grew weary?
Or was it the eyes of society?
Who cares? Let them throw stones, curse, condemn—it matters not. The feelings of two sons, the shock the other children would receive—none of it would concern him.
Such things, trivial things, worthless things.
They were all mere dust before Kanna Adis’s affection.
And yet he dares to turn his back on her and bury himself in this provincial backwater, exchanging letters and nothing more?
“Do you know? I saw your letters. And I burned them all.”
Orsini stared directly at Alexandro Adis and spoke.
“They contained nothing of substance.”
Dear Kanna.
How have you been? Are you in good health? I hope you find no discomfort in your days. May your life be at peace.
Nothing but such plain, unadorned sentences.
That utterly insipid letter struck me like a cleaving blow to the skull.
How could he exchange mere pleasantries, nothing more?
He could say anything to Kanna Adis, he had every right to do so.
Yet he does nothing. Nothing at all.
That detachment, that composure, that confidence—how infuriatingly it grates on me.
I simply want to kill him.
That man who could possess all of Kanna Adis, yet chooses not to.
“Orsini Adis.”
Then Alexandro Adis spoke.
“If I were you…”
He glanced at the fork in Orsini’s grip as he continued.
“I would have driven it through my throat long ago.”
…What?
“By now, I would have severed the carotid artery cleanly.”
My mind went numb in that instant. It was as though he had read my innermost thoughts—no, as though he already knew them.
“Fortunately, the sea lies before us, so disposing of the body would be simple. I would have done it without anyone ever knowing.”
“What are you saying right now?”
“I’m speaking of the things one must do to obtain what one desires.”
“Are you in your right mind?”
“Whether I am or not hardly matters.”
Alexandro Adis continued quietly.
“If that is what brings peace to one’s heart, then naturally one would do it.”
A dull ache crept up the back of Orsini’s neck.
So was Father declaring right now that he would kill me?
“But I am not you.”
Alexandro Adis’s eyes fixed upon Orsini. Yet simultaneously, they seemed to gaze upon someone else entirely.
As if…
“I am not you.”
As if he were looking at his younger self.
Orsini clenched his aching fists. After a long silence, he asked.
“So what is it you’re trying to say?”
“I’m merely curious why you still tolerate me.”
…
“You must surely want to kill me.”
Alexandro Adis leaned back in his chair, tilting his head.
“Or perhaps you lack the confidence?”
At those words, Orsini’s eyes darkened.
“That’s hardly the case.”
Of course, I cannot be entirely certain.
Yet I am not without confidence. In childhood, Father seemed an absolute being, but now…
Well. Is that still true?
Competitive fire blazed hot within me. Orsini’s grip tightened around the fork. My mouth grew gradually parched.
I had grown up hearing that I resembled him completely—Alexandro Adis—his temperament in youth, his appearance, his talents, all inherited without deviation.
So, who’s to say? Perhaps I’ve surpassed him by now.
Perhaps I’ve already exceeded him.
‘Should I simply eliminate him?’
Father—the one who taught me precisely what inferiority felt like.
If I crush him, perhaps this humiliation will finally end. I’ll never again sink into this wretched feeling.
That was when Alexandro Adis rose to his feet.
“Bring me something to drink.”
And then he turned away, exposing his back without a care.
Orsini stared at that unguarded form. A perfect opening. It felt like a trap—as if he were deliberately luring me in.
Orsini eagerly fell into that trap.
He thrust himself up from his seat. The table flew aside, and dishes clattered to the floor. In that chaos, he lunged forward.
Toward Alexandro Adis, his own father.
The fork clenched in his fist rose high. Then came down.
“Gah!”
Once.
“Ugh!”
Twice.
After that, I stopped counting.
At the nape of his neck, at his shoulders—the strikes came so rapidly, dozens upon dozens, that they appeared as nothing but flashes of light.
“Ugh… ugh…”
Orsini breathed heavily. Then he stepped back.
…
Alexandro Adis clutched at his neck. Red liquid seeped between his fingers. His expression was one of disbelief.
It was amusing.
He must have let his guard down. He truly hadn’t expected me to actually attack.
Orsini smiled at him.
“I told you I was confident, didn’t I?”
The next moment, Alexandro Adis’s body collapsed.

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