My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 310

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Side Story Episode 41
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Upon arriving at the Lord’s Castle, the Lord of Paelon was waiting for him.
“It is an honor to meet you, Alexandro Adis.”
Alexandro’s brow furrowed. How had he discovered my identity when I’ve been living in concealment?
“My apologies. When my daughter mentioned the man who had captured her heart, I made inquiries into his background and, well… I happened to learn the truth.”
“….”
“Since you appear to be living in hiding, I have told no one. Please, have no concerns.”
The Lord’s hands trembled with tension.
“I recognized you at once because I have seen you before. Many years ago, when I visited the Capital for a brief time… that is when I laid eyes upon you.”
More than twenty years had passed since a colossal black dragon appeared and devastated the Capital.
The Lord, then a young man, remembered that sight with perfect clarity—the moment when the man before him, bearing that same face, mounted the dragon’s body and unleashed lightning upon it.
“I offer my apologies on her behalf. My daughter is not in her right mind at present.”
“Yes, I sensed as much.”
Alexandro nodded.
“Is it narcotics? Or alcohol?”
“What? No! Alisha would never indulge in such things!”
“Do not be so severe. At that age, such things can happen. Though it shames me to say it, I too was once addicted to substances.”
“Such a shocking confession all of a sudden… In any case, it is nothing of the sort.”
The Lord spoke with evident anxiety.
“Alisha appears to be possessed by a spirit.”
“A spirit?”
“Yes.”
In that moment, Claude’s words from earlier flashed through my mind. I had thought he was speaking out of spite, but could it truly have been the truth?
Then the Lord fell to his knees with a heavy thud.
“I beg you, save my daughter, Alexandro Adis.”
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“It began several days ago. Her eyes suddenly darkened, and she commenced acts of incomprehensible depravity.”
Tearing apart the necks of fowl. Devouring their entrails. Crawling across ceilings and walls like a spider….
“Today, she suddenly abducted a maiden from the village and threatened to torture her. I managed to stop her, but…”
“….”
“Though she is not my biological daughter, she is still the child I raised. She was born from my wife’s infidelity with my brother, who shares only a handsome face… *chokes*.”
As Alexandro struggled with this sudden family confession, the Lord wept openly and pleaded.
“Yet from the moment I decided to accept her into our house, Alisha became my daughter. From infancy, when she had not yet grown her first teeth, until now—I have protected this child.”
“….”
“I implore you, save my daughter.”
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Alexandro made his way toward the woman’s chamber.
‘How troublesome.’
I had retired from being a Holy Knight and everything else, yet here I was, taking on another burden.
However, the Lord of Paelon deliberately mentioned his true identity.
It was a proposal for a deal—a silent offer to help Alexandro Adis hide in exchange for saving his daughter.
Troublesome as it was, I had no intention of moving to another village.
‘I need to resolve this quickly and leave.’
The moment I opened the door with that thought, something lunged at me.
“Gack!”
Alexandro Adis reached out and seized the Unknown Woman by the throat, lifting her high into the air.
“Who are you?”
“Ah, it hurts….”
“I asked who you are.”
Alexandro Adis examined Alisha.
Her face flushed crimson, eyes glistening with tears—every inch the fragile woman.
“Ah, it’s Alisha! Alex, please.”
“Should I snap your neck right here?”
Alexandro Adis spoke without emotion.
“I don’t care what happens to this woman. So speak while you have the chance. Who are you?”
Alisha’s struggling ceased. She stared at him with tear-filled eyes, then….
“How about being a little kinder?”
And she laughed wickedly.
“If you’d treated Alisha with even half the tenderness you show your woman, she never would have turned to me.”
Alisha’s eyes darkened to pitch black as she spoke.
“Isn’t that right? Second son of Ileio Adis?”
In that instant, Alexandro Adis’s eyes hardened.
Ileio Adis. The name of his father, long dead. But how did she know it?
“Why? Are you angry? Why would you be angry? Your father died as good as by your own hand, didn’t he?”
Veins bulged across the back of Alexandro Adis’s hand.
What was this thing that knew such things? His father, who died as good as by his own doing?
As questions bloomed in his mind, Alisha laughed like a madwoman and ranted.
“Yes, I know everything! Your memories, your blackened heart—I know it all! For I have ninety-nine eyes!”
Eyes stained pitch black without a trace of white gleamed with madness.
“Did your father ever know? That his beloved second son, so proud in life, sacrificed every blood relative of Adis on the altar of lust!”
Kekekeke, Alisha’s mouth split wide as she cackled.
“And that’s not all! What will happen when the eldest daughter of Adis learns what you’ve done to her! Even in heaven, she will taste hell!”
“Shut up.”
Alexandro Adis’s face froze.
His grip on Alisha’s throat tightened of its own accord. He wanted nothing more than to snap her neck right then.
If he did, she would speak no more.
The pangs of conscience that seized him. The guilt that would never be erased.
But Alisha did not stop, spraying spittle as she shrieked.
“Look at Alisha’s father! He cherishes and loves a daughter not of his blood with all his heart. But look at you!”
The words struck his heart like an arrow. A direct hit.
“Look at what you did to that child!”
The accusation tore through Alexandro Adis’s chest with brutal force, and something dark seeped into the wound.
“Come now, take a look!”
In that moment—was it the power of The Demon?—a vision forced itself before his eyes.
His house. His room. His chamber.
On those pristine white sheets, a woman smiled like the sun itself, reaching out her hand to him.
“Come here, Alex.”
She whispered with the same enchanting allure she once had in his chamber.
“Hurry.”
Alexandro Adis stared at the woman.
He knew. Of course it was a hallucination.
Yet Alexandro Adis could not tear his gaze away. He could neither forget nor erase it.
That moment which had visited him in dreams countless times.
Alexandro Adis remembered everything from then. Her face, her expression, her voice, her gestures, even the sound of her breathing—all of it.
“You didn’t want to forget.”
And The Demon pinpointed that very thought with precision.
“If you truly regretted it, you would have moved your house. You would have fled to a place where that child could never find you.”
It struck at the truth he had turned away from.
“I know your desire. So take my hand. I will grant you what you wish.”
Kekeke—it laughed harshly, like metal scraping.
“If you take my hand, I will give you what you desire. For instance….”
The vision before him shifted in an instant.
“For instance, a future like this.”
It was Kanna Adis again. She held a small infant in her arms, smiling radiantly. And she spoke.
“Alex, she’s our daughter. What should we name her?”
Alexandro Adis quickly shut his eyes. He could not bear to look. His face burned with shame. Heat flooded through him like wildfire.
“Do not turn away. Do not be ashamed. Do not feel remorse.”
The Demon whispered, fanning the flames of his desire.
“The moment you take my hand, it becomes reality.”
Reality.
Alexandro Adis turned the word over in his mind.
Reality—meeting such a future with that child.
“Isn’t that why you came this far?”
Perhaps.
“Even selling your father, your brother, and your own child.”
Perhaps so.
“Having made such sacrifices, you must claim your reward.”
Alexandro Adis slowly opened his eyes.
Before him stretched countless dark hands. The hands of a demon with nine fingers and razor-sharp claws.
“Grab it.”
Alexandro Adis reached out his hand.
“Grab hold.”
I grasped it.
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The Demon had existed since the beginning of time.
It had flowed among humans, swelling its form with each passing age.
And so, as time wore on, humans eventually bestowed names upon it.
Demon. Demon King. Arch-Fiend. Devil.
All symbols of wickedness and malice—that was what it embodied.
The Demon had once dominated the kings of men, inciting their desires until it achieved its purpose: the annihilation of the Southern Continent.
It had drifted through that dark, mist-shrouded land for a time, but eventually grew bored and crossed over to another continent—one teeming with fresh prey.
‘Exquisite blood.’
One of its hosts had brought it a small finger from someone on this continent.
‘Truly, magnificent blood.’
And it had discovered that this village harbored a man with the same bloodline.
Alexandro Adis.
A descendant of the ancient Holy Knights.
The Demon scoffed. The holy power of the Holy Knights was dangerous, yes, but equally intoxicating. So long as they were weaker than itself, they were merely a delicious elixir to be savored.
And the Demon had never encountered holy power stronger than its own.
Had not even the great Holy Knights of antiquity fallen to it and lost their minds? Surely this time would be no different.
So it decided to claim him.
“Mmm….”
At last, it had succeeded.
The Demon had seized dominion over Alexandro Adis’s body and mind. It savored this new flesh, and admiration spilled forth unbidden.
“What a magnificent vessel.”
It clenched Alexandro Adis’s fist, then opened it. The power coursing through this body surpassed any it had ever possessed.
“To squander strength capable of dominating the world itself—how foolish these humans are.”
The Demon gazed downward. There lay Alisha, sprawled and motionless.
The Demon had touched that woman through an artifact from the Southern Continent, seducing her mind and stealing her body.
But she was no longer needed. Now that it held the strongest form on earth.
The Demon, deeply satisfied, rifled through this body’s memories and came to know Kanna Adis completely.
‘Blood of foreign essence has always been among the rarest of materials.’
The Demon laughed.
A new purpose had emerged.
With this body, it would claim that woman and use her blood to dominate this world, reducing it to the same ruin as the Southern Continent.
The Demon closed its eyes, envisioning the countless fragments of itself it had planted within its hosts’ bodies.
And it summoned them.
“Come forth.”
No—wait. It was not summoning them.
Instead, I intend to send all my avatars to that woman, Kanna Adis.
To that woman who will become such excellent blood, such excellent material….
“Come here.”
I plan to send them to that woman and retrieve her blood.
“Hurry.”
The Demon was bewildered.
This summons now, this command to gather the avatars—it was not of its own will.
Yet the swarm of demons who heard that command tore free from their host’s body, flying swiftly toward him.
“All wicked things, come to me.”
Alexandro Adis spoke, wielding the power of The Demon that he had bound within his flesh.
His voice spread wide and vast, like the night sea, like waves rolling in with quiet inevitability.
“Come to me.”
Do not go to that child.
Come to me, not to that child.
The moment Alexandro gathered all the avatars, the moment he imprisoned them within this body, The Demon understood.
Ah, I was deceived.

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