My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 316

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Special Side Story Episode 4
1. Claude (4)
“Yes, well. Of course.”
“Th-thank you!”
Merci Marquis glanced nervously at Alexandro Adis before fleeing the room as if his life depended on it.
Only then did Alexandro Adis approach me.
“It seems you’ve recovered somewhat.”
“Ah.”
“You’ve been dancing with death for a week.”
“Oh.”
“Are you an idiot?”
“Huh?”
“Getting poisoned like that, wandering about.”
“Mm.”
“My face is burning with embarrassment on your behalf.”
I’ve heard that line somewhere before, haven’t I?
Wait, a week? Really?
“Eat.”
Thump. Alexandro Adis pushed a bowl of stew toward me.
“You’ve starved for a week, so you must be weak. First, let’s satisfy your hunger.”
I stared at the stew with a hesitant expression. Then Alexandro Adis let out a long sigh.
“I didn’t make it.”
“Truly?”
“Yes. The Adis Mansion’s chef made it.”
“Then I’ll eat with gratitude!”
I devoured the stew hastily, and only then did I feel like I was truly alive again.
After the meal, I sipped warm tea and glanced up at Alexandro Adis.
“Surely you didn’t come to the Capital because of me?”
Alexandro Adis narrowed his brow. For some reason, I found it amusing and asked again.
“Did you perhaps threaten Merci Marquis? Demand he apologize to me?”
“It wasn’t a threat.”
Alexandro Adis replied quietly.
“I merely suggested it.”
Your suggestions are practically threats, aren’t they? I found it both amusing and strange.
“Why did you do that?”
“What?”
“You don’t care about me, do you?”
Wow. I realized it the moment the words left my mouth.
I’m really acting like a petulant child.
“When I was younger and beat up Merci Marquis, you didn’t say anything then.”
And then I realized something else.
That his indifference back then had wounded me deeply.
Since I’d already come to understand it, I decided to speak plainly.
“You scolded Orsini whenever he bullied others, yet you simply left me alone.”
“….”
“You beat Orsini with a wooden sword without hesitation.”
“….”
“So why didn’t you strike me? It feels unfair.”
At those words, Alexandro Adis’s expression hardened. He gazed at me with evident discomfort before exhaling a long sigh.
“I had no idea you harbored such thoughts.”
“Ha. Neither did I. I only just realized it.”
“It wasn’t neglect.”
“Then what was it?”
“I questioned whether I had the right to do so.”
“Pardon?”
“Claude Azel, your father….”
He confessed it like a sigh.
“Your father died because of me.”
It sounded like a long-harbored confession.
“Your father became a target of the Black Apostles because of me… and made a wrong choice that led to his death. Because of that, you became an orphan.”
His lips twisted bitterly.
“So how could I have the right to discipline you?”
I was stunned.
Truly, genuinely shocked. I never imagined Alexandro Adis harbored such thoughts all this time, not even in my wildest dreams.
And it was peculiar.
I spent my entire life by Alexandro Adis’s side.
Yet we never understood what the other was thinking.
It seemed Alexandro Adis felt the same way. After a moment, he muttered softly.
“I’m sorry for not telling you the reason for your father’s death sooner.”
“I already knew.”
“What?”
“I already knew.”
Alexandro Adis’s eyes deepened. It was clearly unexpected.
I knew everything.
Since things had come to this, why not be even more honest?
“I believe my father’s death was of his own making.”
My father, Theodore Azel, had attempted to poison Alexandro Adis.
He was tempted by promises that if the poisoning succeeded, the Black Apostles would resurrect his dead mother. He fell for that dark voice.
“I never blamed you for it. Not once.”
“….”
“Everyone stands at a crossroads. My father chose the path of assassinating Alexandro Adis. That was all.”
“….”
Alexandro Adis regarded me with an peculiar gaze.
Was it an illusion? The way he looked at me—as if gazing upon his own son—stirred something unsettling within me. Though surely it was merely my imagination.
“Alexandro Adis, you’re leaving now, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Shall I come with you?”
“Why ask me? You decide.”
Alexandro Adis turned away. Before stepping through the door, he spoke.
“You promised you would raise Jonathan, Elizabeth, and Robin.”
“….”
“At least show responsibility for what you’ve said.”
With those words, he departed through the door.
I stood there dazed, watching his retreating figure, before suddenly springing to my feet and hastily pursuing him.
“Alexandro Adis.”
“What?”
“It’s Robin, not Kevin.”
“It’s all the same.”
“How are the children doing? Have they grown much?”
“I don’t know.”
“You must have fed them while I was away?”
“Troublesome fellow.”
I chuckled and followed Alexandro Adis down the path. Just as Merci Marquis once said—like a duckling. Or perhaps like a puppy.
“Let’s go together!”
* * *
Three months passed.
“Claude Azel!”
In Alexandro’s Garden, Kanna Adis sat upon a bench, waving her hand toward me. It had been quite some time since I last saw her face.
“Miss Adis! When did you arrive?”
“I got here last night. Good morning.”
The young lady with her hair tied in a ponytail was truly beautiful. Her raven-black hair glistened beneath the sunlight, sleek as the fur of a black panther.
“Miss Adis, would you like to feed the carp?”
“Huh? Ah, are those the carp with the funny names?”
“Yes. It seems you’ve already heard of them?”
“I heard about them in a letter.”
I was taken aback.
So Alexandro Adis actually writes such trivial details in his letters?
“Yes, that’s right. That one is Elizabeth, that one is Robin, and this one is Jonathan.”
“I see.”
Three minutes later, I asked again.
“Miss, do you know which one is Elizabeth?”
Kanna Adis pondered for a moment before pointing to the sleekest carp.
“Not that one? The one swimming on the right?”
“….”
As expected, she got it right away. Why on earth couldn’t Alexandro Adis tell them apart?
I fed the young lady and the carp while we chatted pleasantly.
“Claude, how are you feeling these days? You’ve made a full recovery, haven’t you?”
“Of course. There’s no need to worry.”
“How could I not worry? You nearly died back then.”
True enough.
The arm poisoned that day still struggles to move. But thanks to my diligent rehabilitation training, it’s gradually improving.
Someday, it will surely return to full strength.
“Wahaha! I’m honored that you’d worry about me, Miss. It feels like even ailments I never had would vanish!”
Just as I burst into laughter, Alexandro Adis stepped out of the house.
I was taken aback. Wow. Look at him—he actually combed his hair for once. He’s shaved too, and his clothes are neatly pressed.
“Kanna, come inside now.”
“Huh?”
“Dinner is ready.”
“Oh… um… already?”
“Yes. I even made pumpkin pie for dessert.”
“I-I’m looking forward to it. Wow. How exciting.”
Poor Miss Kanna Adis. I hope you survive this.
Kanna Adis giggled as she headed inside. I watched their retreating figures and smiled softly.
The smile simply came naturally. Alexandro Adis’s happiness is my happiness, and seeing him content made me happy as well.
Now I am certain.
Why Alexandro Adis cherishes Kanna Adis so dearly.
But that is a secret he will carry for life, and I am prepared to protect it with my very existence.
Because—I am Claude Azel.
Alexandro Adis’s loyal servant.
Special Side Story Episode 1
【Claude】 End

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