My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 321

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Special Side Story Episode 9
2. The Rakes of House Adis (5)
Kalen asked.
“What is the purpose of all this?”
El Andois answered steadfastly.
“Because Julian is your son, sir. Why won’t you simply believe it?”
“If a seedling grows where I never planted a seed, there are only two possibilities. Either someone else sowed the seed, or an already-grown seedling was transplanted there.”
“You have far too much confidence in yourself. Even the most seasoned farmer occasionally drops seeds where they never intended.”
At her audacious remark, Kalen could not help but let out a final laugh. It was absurd. Fascinating, even intriguing.
“Haha.”
Then, abruptly, the laughter vanished.
“-!”
El Andois stiffened. Kalen’s large hand had come to cup her cheek.
“Do you perhaps remember, Miss El Andois?”
The fingers covering her cheek traced downward. Slowly, leisurely descending….
“I once told you before.”
His grip tightened around her throat.
“That your voice was the most beautiful.”
His grip was loose. Yet absolute.
Like a beast with prey in its mouth, deliberating whether to devour it or release it.
“And yet with that beautiful voice, you speak only lies.”
El Andois had gone completely rigid, but she did not stop speaking.
“Surely you don’t intend to harm me?”
“That is one of my options.”
“Lord Kalen is not such a barbaric man. In your own estate, to impulsively harm a woman who was once your lover? Lord Kalen, you are not reckless enough for such a thing.”
Kalen merely laughed.
So she had once been his mistress. Indeed, she understood him to a certain degree.
Even if it was only the ‘Kalen Adis’ from long ago.
“Of course, I would never do something so barbaric.”
In the next moment, El Andois doubted her own eyes.
Kalen Adis’s face had changed, as if a mask had been torn away—or rather, replaced with a different one.
From a noble gentleman to a ruffian in an instant.
Eyes gleaming with mockery, a mouth twisted in a sinister smile. That was—.
“But I can, miss.”
His other personality.
Ren.
* * *
“Lord Orsini.”
The next morning.
Rodrick, Kalen’s secretary, approached Orsini as he prepared to depart for the hunt.
“Have you seen Kalen by any chance?”
“Haven’t seen him.”
“I see. He’s been missing since yesterday, and I’m growing concerned.”
Orsini was flabbergasted. The man could disappear at night—what was there to worry about?
‘That secretary’s loyalty is excessive, I tell you.’
Though Kalen was such a pathetic wretch that one might feel compelled to look after him.
He patted Julian’s shoulder twice.
“Come now, Julian. I’ll catch you a bear.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
Orsini set out to the Hunting Grounds with Julian.
He had thought it would be an enjoyable time with his nephew, but….
“Kyaaaah!”
When Orsini hurled the corpse of a fire bear before Julian, the boy simply fell backward. A Knight Guard approached to examine him, then let out a sigh.
“Oh dear, he’s fainted.”
“Hmm. Was the bear truly so frightening?”
“More than the bear, it was Orsini, sir….”
“What about me?”
“….”
You pummeled the bear to death with your bare fists… How could anyone not be terrified…
The Knight Guard barely restrained himself from saying so.
“A frail creature.”
Orsini furrowed his brow.
‘No matter how young, this is absurd. Collapsing over something like this? Kalen’s son?’
Of course, Kalen himself was pathetic enough.
‘What was Kalen like at that age?’
The boy had been four or five years old then. Once, a Servant had attempted to kidnap Kalen.
At that time, Kalen did not cry. He simply remained composed, wrapping his slender arms around the Servant’s neck as if in an embrace.
‘He broke his neck.’
That small child, with his delicate arms and hands, snapped the Servant’s neck with a sickening crack.
Yet Julian was so utterly weak—almost like some herbivore, was he not?
I had intended to present him to the Emperor today….
“Take him back to the Estate.”
“Pardon? Were you not planning to present Julian to His Majesty?”
“There’s no need for that anymore.”
“Sir?”
Orsini wiped away the bear’s blood from his face with a handkerchief, then mounted his horse.
“I shall go to the Emperor alone.”
* * *
“Why have you come alone? What of Kalen’s son?”
“He fainted during the hunt.”
Orsini slumped into the seat across from Silvien Valentino, his expression darkening.
“I don’t think you need to see this.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. But what is all this?”
Scattered across the table were various peculiar trinkets.
Small glass marbles, a telescope, spectacles, mirrors—things of that nature.
Yet they all appeared worn and ancient….
“Don’t tell me these are artifacts from the Southern Continent?”
“As expected, you recognize them at a glance.”
“Damn it. Why would you bring out such inauspicious things? How unlucky.”
Artifacts from the Southern Continent were exceedingly dangerous and repugnant objects.
Not long ago, hadn’t Kanna Adis been affected by such an artifact and become “Kanna Adis” instead?
‘Now that I think about it, that was truly magnificent.’
She called me wonderful, she said she loved me. It was more than magnificent—it was an intoxicating moment.
Perhaps these inauspicious objects weren’t so bad after all….
“I’m not certain what delusions you’re entertaining.”
Silvien Valentino picked up an old hand mirror, his expression deeply uncomfortable.
“Would you care to look at this?”
“What is it?”
Orsini peered into the mirror. The instant his gaze met those green eyes.
“Do you know what this is?”
Silvien Valentino whispered.
“Kanna Adis is dead.”
What kind of nonsense was that?
Orsini tore his gaze from the mirror and glared at Silvien Valentino. Had this bastard lost his mind? Why would he suddenly make such an inauspicious jest—.
“….”
Ah.
Ah, ah, ah,
Kanna.
In that instant, a tremendous anguish pierced his heart.
Orsini clutched at his chest. It felt as though it were tearing apart. As though it were being shredded to pieces.
He gasped, gasped, drawing ragged breaths. And with crushing clarity, he understood.
Kanna was dead.
She had perished.
Kanna. Kanna was, Kanna was dead. Kanna. My love, Kanna….
‘…No.’
Orsini squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again. Then he breathed slowly.
Kanna was not dead.
This was a delusion. And.
“What in the hell have you done?”
Silvien cast a suggestion upon him.
“Impressive. You broke free from the suggestion in just five seconds.”
“Explain yourself. If you fail to convince me—”
Orsini’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, his face transformed into something utterly frigid and devoid of warmth.
“I will kill you today, Silvien Valentino.”
Silvien had never seen Orsini wear such an expression before. In that moment, he understood.
When Orsini’s fury reached its zenith, his face became eerily expressionless.
Much like Alexandro Adis.
“Drop the murderous intent and spare me the threats. You should be thanking me instead.”
With a soft tap, I set the mirror down and leaned back against the chair.
“This is a mirror enchanted with a suggestion spell. And someone currently residing in the Adis Mansion possesses it.”
“…What?”
“It appears someone staying at the Adis Mansion recently met with an antiquities merchant from the Southern Continent and purchased various items.”
“Who is it?”
“I have no idea.”
Silvien gestured toward the mirror.
“You possess natural resistance to magic thanks to your holy power, and more importantly, your utterly unique disposition allows you to break free from suggestions rather quickly.”
It had been exactly five seconds.
During those five seconds, Orsini’s face had contorted as though witnessing hell itself, only to regain composure in an instant, as if it had all been a lie.
“Most ordinary people cannot free themselves from a suggestion. Only when subjected to severe physical pain from an external source do they awaken.”
“So you’ve conducted experiments on others.”
“I experimented on prisoners.”
Criminals have no rights to speak of, do they? Silvien remarked with that sentiment, tapping the mirror lightly.
“Be cautious, Duke Adis. Southern Continent artifacts have infiltrated the Adis Mansion. You should hurry and search—”
Before Silvien could finish, Orsini had already bolted from his seat and rushed out.
“Ah, yes. Don’t bother thanking me.”
Silvien called after his retreating figure with a sardonic smile.
* * *
El Andois gasped for breath. Everything was dark. Pitch black. This was strange.
Where am I? What am I doing here? And why does it feel so—
painful?
“Are you awake?”
A voice emerged from the darkness.
That voice…
“K-Kalen?”
“Yes.”
“W-where am I? Kalen, why am I here?”
Suddenly, I noticed something was wrong with my own voice.
“M-my throat… it hurts so much… it feels like it’s tearing apart.”
“How pitiful.”
Kalen offered words of comfort, his tone tinged with genuine sympathy. At his reassurance, El Andois finally broke down, tears streaming freely.
“W-what happened to me?”
“You were tortured.”
“What?”
“You were captured by a mercenary named Ren and subjected to torment. Do you not remember?”
“I… I don’t remember. I don’t understand. Why am I even here?”
El Andois had retired. I had purchased a villa at the Southern Resort and was living a life of leisure. And yet.
Why was I here?
“You remember nothing at all?”
“No, nothing.”
“Then what of your son? Do you remember him?”
“My son?”
At those words, El Andois’s eyes widened in shock. It was a question potent enough to eclipse even the pain.
“I have no son.”

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