My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 319

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Special Side Story Episode 7
2. The Libertines of House Adis (3)
Kalen Adis’s gaze was clear and unwavering.
‘He truly appears innocent.’
Yet I couldn’t bring myself to trust him completely. Kalen Adis was the sort who could feign virtue itself if it suited his purposes.
And as if reading my thoughts like a specter, Kalen Adis sensed my doubt.
“Please, I beg you to believe me.”
Kalen Adis’s eyes glistened with tears.
“Sister, please believe me. This child is absolutely not mine.”
I regarded him in silence.
Lately, I’d begun to notice something troubling.
Kalen Adis wielded tears as a weapon.
He’d discovered my weakness for weeping men and deliberately feigned fragility, letting tears flow freely to exploit it.
What infuriated me was that despite knowing this was calculated manipulation, it still worked.
Whenever I saw those tear-dampened eyes, my resolve inexplicably softened.
‘Such a serpentine creature.’
No wonder Silvien Valentino had warned me to be cautious of him.
“When did you first meet Andois?”
Kalen Adis didn’t answer. Or rather, he chose not to.
“Four or five years ago, perhaps?”
“…Sister.”
“That would be it. When you assigned El Andois to me as my personal designer. You were already seeing her then, weren’t you?”
My tone held no accusation whatsoever.
I was merely stating facts, yet Kalen Adis exhaled a deep, anguished sigh and began to make excuses.
“I’m not usually like this, but at that time, I was inexplicably consumed by lust. Moreover, I believed you were truly blood-related family, and I desperately needed somewhere else to turn my attention. When El Andois approached me, I simply… yielded.”
Realizing that each word made him sound more contemptible, Kalen Adis quickly fell silent.
“You don’t need to make excuses, Kalen. I’m neither disappointed nor angry with you.”
How strange to say it now.
I had already witnessed the depths of his depravity.
And he had witnessed mine as well.
We were once two souls who dragged each other into the mire. That was the essence of my relationship with Kalen Adis.
Perhaps that’s why I felt no shame revealing my ugliest self to him.
And so I would never be disappointed by any of his ugliness. I would simply acknowledge it.
“I merely wish to establish the facts. So Julian could be your child, couldn’t he?”
“No. There was never anything of that nature between her and me.”
I crossed my arms.
To deny it with such absolute certainty.
Was it truly impossible? Or was he simply denying reality?
‘Years ago, I would have commissioned a paternity test.’
Until a few years past, there existed alchemists skilled in stone-craft who could determine true parentage.
‘So that bastard was a Black Apostle.’
Most of the Black Apostles had been exterminated, and the alchemy used to identify their bloodline had vanished with them.
Therefore, if he were an ordinary person, there would be no way to identify him.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Kalen could.
He was Adis, a descendant of the ancient Holy Knights and one of the chosen born with holy power.
‘So if Julian really is Kalen’s son, he would possess holy power.’
If Julian had holy power.
Well, then.
It was obvious.
‘What happens then? Do I become his aunt?’
Kanna Adis exhaled deeply.
‘This insane household. It really does run smoothly.’
The House of Adis was already a genealogy of legendary dysfunction that would be remembered in history, and it seemed destined to become even worse.
* * *
“El Andois?”
Orsini scrutinized the woman with piercing eyes.
“You bore Kalen’s child?”
“Yes, Your Excellency.”
El Andois grasped Julian’s shoulder from behind and pushed him forward.
“This is the child. His name is Julian. He turned four this year.”
“Julian, is it.”
Orsini murmured, gazing at the small boy.
“Eek.”
Julian’s face drained of all color.
Orsini’s sharp, piercing gaze was something no four-year-old could endure.
“Wh-wh-whimper. S-s-scary, m-mommy. Waaaah.”
Orsini’s brow furrowed.
He detested children. Especially crying ones.
However.
‘Acceptable.’
Unlike the pathetic Kalen Adis, this pleased me greatly.
“Hey, little one. Don’t cry. A boy shouldn’t whimper like that.”
In an exceptionally good mood, I attempted kindness toward a child for the first time in my life.
“Make yourself comfortable here. I shall secure your rightful place.”
Saying so, I bared my teeth in a smile.
“WAAAAAAAAH! MOMMY! SCARY! SCARY! MONSTER!”
“…Take that child away.”
“I-I apologize, Your Excellency.”
El Andois disappeared with Julian in tow.
Alone, Orsini walked toward the window and gazed quietly at the unusually azure sky.
“Hah.”
I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“Hahahaha!”
My shoulders shook as I laughed uncontrollably.
Good heavens, when was the last time I laughed like this?
Kalen Adis.
This fool.
What in the world had he been doing to suddenly have a son pop up out of nowhere?
He acted so meticulous, yet he made such a basic mistake!
“Haha, you idiot, you’re finished, you bastard. Kekekeke.”
I chuckled as I poured whiskey into my glass, then clinked it against the window and spoke.
“To the downfall of Kalen Adis.”
* * *
That evening.
“What is the meaning of this?”
Kalen Adis, haggard after half a day, clenched his teeth.
“Why are these people at the dinner table?”
“Kalen Adis, watch your tongue with my guests.”
“Guests? You call them guests?”
“Yes. From now on, these two are my guests.”
Orsini spoke calmly as he cut his steak.
“They’re my nephew and sister-in-law, so naturally they’re honored guests.”
“Come to your senses, brother. They are con artists trying to humiliate House Adis.”
“You come to your senses. Stop acting like trash and acknowledge your son.”
“I’ve said no.”
As Kalen Adis ground his teeth, El Andois rebuked him sharply.
“You’re being too harsh, Kalen. Julian is your son.”
“That’s right, you should acknowledge it. Father Kalen Adis.”
Orsini chimed in. Then he spoke to Kanna, who was eating quietly.
“Kanna. That brat is definitely Kalen’s child.”
“But….”
Kalen was denying it so vehemently.
As Kanna tried to defend Kalen, Orsini’s eyes flashed dangerously.
“I sense holy power from Julian.”
“….”
Kanna fell silent. Orsini’s smile deepened.
“Kalen Adis, you must feel it too?”
“…I cannot be certain. Normally, holy power requires at least seven years of age to be accurately discerned.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know. There’s no way you can’t feel what I feel, you cowardly bastard. You’re bringing shame to all men.”
Orsini sneered and stabbed his meat with his fork, chewing it savagely as he spoke.
“In any case, since you keep denying it, Kalen, I’ll bring Julian to the Emperor tomorrow and ask him to verify his lineage. That should settle this.”
With that, he raised his wine glass with an untroubled expression and allowed himself a thought.
‘Your days of playing the bachelor end today, Kalen Adis. You’re finished. Step aside from Kanna’s side. Hahahaha!’
“Hahahaha!”
Oh no, I’d actually laughed out loud. Orsini quickly wiped the smile from his face.
* * *
After finishing dinner, Orsini bathed immediately. And in the hot water, he made his decision.
‘I should make Julian my heir.’
I’d already been troubled over who to pass the dukedom to.
My retainers had been pestering me relentlessly about remarrying, which was becoming a headache.
But then, at a time like this, a being called Julian appeared.
“Kekeke, Kalen Adis… you remarkable fellow….”
I’d lost count of how many times I’d laughed today. But I couldn’t help it.
Julian, that little one was a gift.
Thanks to him, I’d solved the succession problem and disposed of that worthless wretch beside Kanna.
Could anything be better than this!
‘I should give Julian a gift in return.’
I’d have to hunt a tiger or lion soon and skin it for him.
Or perhaps I should just throw the whole beast at him and let him skin it himself?
‘Yes, that’s what I’ll do.’
For a boy his age, there’s nothing more thrilling than the game of skinning animal hides. He’ll surely be delighted beyond measure.
‘I should go hunting tomorrow at once.’
Orsini savored this stroke of fortune as he stepped out of the bath. The moment I grasped the towel hanging on the wall.
“….”
My eyes met my own reflection in the mirror.
Orsini froze in place, gazing at himself.
In the large full-length mirror, a naked form glistening with moisture—a body sculpted like a war god cast in steel.
In that moment, Kanna’s voice echoed through my mind.
“You’re not my type.”
“I’m not your type?”
Drip, drip. Water droplets fell from my sharp jawline.
Orsini swept his wet hair back and muttered to himself.
“Seems decent enough to me.”
Tall frame, broad chest, large hands, large feet… everything attached to this body was large except for one thing—the head.
Could size be the problem?
Surely that’s better than being small?
‘Or does she truly despise muscle?’
I pressed my hand against my sharply defined abdominal muscles. The sensation was firm—more than firm, it was hard.
Well, it would hurt if someone collided with it….
Is that why she said I’m not her type? No, surely this is better than soft flesh?
“Damn it. This is driving me insane.”
Orsini ran his fingers through his wet hair, scratching at it roughly.

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