My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 31

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Chapter 31
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Contrary to my worries, the carriage interior remained peaceful.
After exchanging a few words at the beginning, Argon had opened a book and begun reading. The conversation itself had been unremarkable.
“What’s that bag?”
“Nothing of importance.”
The tone made it clear I shouldn’t ask further. At that cold response, Argon simply replied, “Right, I understand,” and truly asked nothing more.
‘I thought he’d throw a tantrum, but thankfully he didn’t.’
Argon Isaberk. He was said to be Lilienne’s biological older brother.
I had wondered if he might share her disagreeable temperament, but it seemed that was merely prejudice on my part.
‘He doesn’t even resemble her in appearance. Despite being male, he’s actually more beautiful. He’s the spitting image of Theresa, the Concubine…’
I observed Argon discreetly.
‘But why did the Empress entrust this task to Argon?’
In any case, Argon and Amelia were half-siblings.
He was not the Empress’s biological son. She had another son.
‘Entrusting the Princess’s treatment—such a sensitive matter—to the son of a concubine rather than her own son?’
Doubt struck like a dagger. My neck suddenly grew tense.
Then, Argon, who had been reading, suddenly lifted his head.
And he posed a question casually.
“I heard Lilienne made you cry?”
“…Pardon?”
“I heard you were crying.”
What was he suddenly talking about?
‘Ah, is he referring to yesterday’s party?’
Suddenly? While reading, suddenly?
“Yes… that’s correct.”
“Hmm. What a shame.”
It was unexpected. Could he actually be trying to console me?
“I wanted to see you cry too.”
“…”
“I was out on the Terrace the whole time, so I missed it.”
“…”
“Well, there’ll be another chance eventually.”
What opportunity?
‘What nonsense is he spouting?’
Having dropped that bombshell, Argon returned to his book as if he’d lost interest.
‘I’ve heard rumors that he’s quite eccentric… but is it really true?’
Just as suspicion began to creep in, the carriage lurched violently.
“…!”
My body was thrown sideways as the carriage came to an abrupt halt, my face nearly slamming against the wall.
“Are you alright?”
Argon pulled me toward him.
If not for his intervention, I would have taken a brutal blow to the face. My heart hammered against my ribs. Had we collided, my nose would likely have shattered.
“I’m fine. But what is this…?”
At that moment, the carriage door creaked open. It was the Coachman, his expression troubled.
“I-I’m terribly sorry. It appears there’s a problem with the carriage wheel.”
“The wheel?”
“Yes. I sincerely apologize, but could you step outside for a moment? It seems I’ll need to remove the wheel for repairs.”
“Very well.”
Argon spoke dismissively and exited the carriage. The moment his feet touched the ground, his expression twisted.
“Tch. A muddy bog.”
The shortcut to the Imperial Palace, deep within the dense Forest. The earth was a treacherous quagmire.
Argon hesitated briefly, then extended his hand toward me.
“Your shoes will get soiled. Let me….”
I didn’t wait to hear the rest.
I leaped from the carriage without hesitation. My shoes sank deep into the mud and my skirt hem became soiled, but I paid it no mind.
“I appreciate the gesture, but I’m perfectly fine.”
Argon withdrew his extended hand belatedly. Then he tilted his head with a puzzled expression.
“You’re rejecting my kindness?”
“I’m perfectly capable of managing on my own. I couldn’t possibly impose.”
“I see. You can manage alone.”
“Yes.”
“How disappointing.”
“…Pardon?”
“I’m disappointed.”
Argon laughed. That same bright, childlike laugh as before. And then.
He severed the Coachman’s neck.
“…!”
The speed was so extraordinary that I couldn’t even track the moment he drew his blade.
I only felt the wind pressure that grazed my cheek and the violent spray of blood erupting upward.
With a dull thud, the Coachman’s body collapsed.
He likely didn’t even feel his own death. It was murder without mercy.
“What is….”
My head felt numb. My mind turned white as if I’d been struck repeatedly.
“What are you doing?”
“Who knows.”
Argon replied indifferently, his gaze fixed on his blade. His languid eyes turned slowly toward me.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
I gripped my bag tightly like a rope and forced myself to think clearly.
‘Eccentric. That word needs to be revised.’
This isn’t eccentricity—this is madness!
‘Surely he doesn’t intend to kill me?’
If I were murdered while riding in the Imperial Palace’s carriage, the culprit would be obvious.
If he didn’t intend to kill me, then why?
“Well, what will you do?”
In the next instant, his blade pointed directly at me.
‘Ah.’
The sword edge grazed my arm ever so slightly as it passed.
“Oh, sorry. That was an accident.”
Argon apologized with shameless nonchalance, yet he never lowered his sword. My breath caught in my throat.
“Can you really handle this alone? Or…”
He smiled with his eyes narrowed.
“Do you think you’ll need my favor now?”
In that moment, I became certain.
‘This bastard isn’t just ordinarily insane.’
My heart pounded violently.
He’s a madman beyond reason.
A madman who resorts to bizarre threats because his favor was rejected. A madman who wouldn’t even hesitate at murder for the sake of coercion.
His violet eyes were far from sane. Though they appeared innocent as a child’s, an unfathomable madness gleamed within them.
‘What do I do?’
I had self-defense drugs in my bag, but…
“…Yes.”
They didn’t seem like they would work on this madman.
I immediately surrendered. Sometimes you have to yield when the moment demands it.
“I need your favor.”
With trembling fingertips, I pushed his blade away.
“So please spare me.”
“Hmm.”
Argon now examined me with apparent indifference, as if reconsidering. Then, without warning, he whistled.
Whiiiip!
“You called, Your Highness.”
The moment I saw several men pour out from the tall grass, I realized I had made the right choice.
Submitting obediently was wise. Had I used the self-defense drugs, I would have met a gruesome death.
“Fix the carriage. Oh, and I killed that coachman. Don’t mention it.”
“Understood.”
And the prince smiled brightly once more, making a proposal.
“Shall we head back inside then? I hate mud. I absolutely despise getting my shoes and clothes dirty.”
This… madman…
I nodded, my face completely drained of color.
“Right. Then, may I support you this time?”
I nodded obediently, and only then did Argon’s lips curve into a satisfied smile.
To commit murder for something so trivial.
‘The bastard’s insane.’
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After what felt like an eternity, we finally arrived at the Princess Palace.
“You’ve come, Duchess.”
The Empress glanced at my arm with concern.
“Are you injured?”
“Yes, just a little.”
“You should have it treated. I’ll summon a physician.”
But I shook my head. It wasn’t a deep wound—merely a graze.
“It’s fine. I can treat it myself later.”
The Empress frowned with concern.
“It seems you had trouble with Prince Argon. I’ll give him a proper scolding.”
“Thank you for your concern.”
I steadied myself and took a deep breath.
‘Focus, Kanna. What’s done is done—concentrate on this moment.’
I couldn’t afford to waste this opportunity because of what had just happened.
With my resolve renewed, I examined Amelia carefully from head to toe.

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