My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 33

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Chapter 33
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After completing the first consultation, I left the Imperial Palace.
This time, the Empress herself accompanied me all the way to the carriage.
“Amelia has always had a fiery temperament. She’s been ill for so long—please understand, Duchess.”
It was an unexpected thing to say.
Despite everything, did she truly care for her daughter?
“The illness has made her violent, but when she was young, she was such a good child. She was so obedient….”
The Empress, lost in reminiscence for a moment, quickly shook her head.
“Forgive me. I shouldn’t have said such things.”
“Not at all, it’s quite alright.”
“Please take good care of Amelia. I trust only you.”
As she turned to leave, the Empress paused mid-motion.
“Now that I think of it, you always carry such a lovely fragrance. It’s unlike anything I’ve encountered before—what perfume do you use?”
“It’s a fragrance difficult to obtain in the market. If you wish, I shall bring some as a gift next time.”
“Thank you. Please do.”
Finally, inside the carriage heading home, dizziness swept through my head.
I felt lightheaded.
Suddenly, the sharp metallic scent of blood brushed against my nostrils. Looking down, as expected, the collar of my shoulder was soaking red.
It was the wound Argon had inflicted earlier.
How strange. Why wouldn’t it stop?
The cut wasn’t deep, and it didn’t hurt much, yet the bleeding wouldn’t cease.
I hastily wrapped it with a bandage I’d brought along.
Still, the dizziness persisted. Perhaps it was the prolonged tension from treating the princess—the pain seemed to catch up with me belatedly.
And on top of that.
As if misfortune piled upon misfortune, I ran into my father.
…
I froze in the Lobby.
Some distance away, Alexandro Adis had also stopped upon spotting me.
Was he heading out on a Black Mist patrol? He was fully armed, even wearing a sword at his waist.
A sword.
That blade which had lightly grazed my shoulder.
The memory from this morning surfaced, and my face grew even paler.
I bowed respectfully to my father and attempted to pass by. However.
“Wait.”
…
As I weakly turned my head, my father had already closed the distance between us.
His cold eyes swept over me from head to toe.
My face beaded with perspiration, my shoulders drooping. The scent of blood emanating from me. My collar soaked in blood.
Alexandro, having calmly observed all of this, spoke.
“What happened?”
I was exhausted.
Could he not simply let me go inside and rest?
Yet Alexandro Adis reached out, his fingertips grasping my chin and tilting it upward. My face rose limply, like a sheet of paper caught in his grip. His eyes narrowed with displeasure.
“What occurred?”
“Nothing of consequence.”
There was something—I had nearly been murdered by a mad prince.
For a moment, laughter threatened to escape me.
‘Had I not complied so meekly, I would be dead.’
Orsini’s words suddenly surfaced in my mind. That my death would concern no one. That whether I lived or died, nothing would change.
That was why Argon had drawn his blade without hesitation against me—Kanna Adis, Duchess of Valentino and daughter of House of Adis.
Because I was a woman whom no one would protect.
‘What does it matter? I have managed alone thus far.’
I had always fended for myself, and I would continue to do so. That was enough.
Besides, I knew that speaking of what had transpired would change nothing. I accepted that cold truth with stark clarity.
Therefore, I had no desire to elaborate.
“Nothing happened. Now please, release me.”
Yet the hand gripping my chin did not relent.
Nor was that all. Alexandro Adis seized my shoulders and turned me toward him.
The contact struck the wounded area, and a sharp cry escaped me unbidden.
“Ah!”
Alexandro Adis withdrew his hand from my shoulder. He turned his palm over to examine it.
Blood smeared across his skin.
Vivid. Crimson.
“I asked what happened.”
Was it my imagination? The hand holding me seemed to have gone deathly pale.
“It is nothing, truly.”
I was genuinely exasperated beyond endurance. I wanted to scream at him to leave me alone.
Everything was tedious. I simply wished to be left in peace.
I wanted only to enter my room, lie down, and rest.
“Answer me.”
His demand was absolute. It felt like an iron door that would never yield unless I complied.
Against that immovable force, I felt despair, helplessness, and fury surge within me.
Why must he torment me so?
Even if you learned the truth, nothing would change. Why should I tell you? You care nothing whether I live or die.
Or perhaps—
“Why? Do you intend to reward whoever did this to me?”
Mockery spilled from my lips. My breath was hot with emotion, yet my words were glacial.
I fixed Alexandro Adis with a piercing stare and spoke.
“Will you offer a bounty?”
Well, I suppose I’m pleased that you tormented me in place of someone you despise.
“If that’s not the case, please let me go. I’m begging you.”
Complete surrender, resignation, exhaustion.
Her voice, laden with all of it, sounded more like a sigh.
After staring at her for a moment, Alexandro Adis slowly stepped back.
As his hand released me, I turned my body. I walked calmly. One step, two steps, and on the third step….
“…!”
A stumble. My vision blurred and swayed. My knees buckled.
As I fell hard toward the ground, I lost consciousness.
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It was at that exact moment that Kalen witnessed them.
“Sister!”
He rushed over and caught me in his arms. Then he gasped and lowered his head.
My body was burning hot, like a coal!
Bandages wrapped around my shoulder—evidence of injury—and my sleeve was soaked through with blood.
And the sharp scent of blood that brushed against his nose.
My already pale skin had turned corpse-like and ashen.
As if I were truly dead.
“Father, what in the world has happened!”
Kalen hurried to ask. And at the same moment, he froze.
Alexandro Adis’s eyes, fixed upon me—
were far too cold.
For an instant, sharp and violent emotions seemed to emanate from him like a shattered winter fortress.
“…!”
Kalen unconsciously stepped back. It seemed as though Alexandro Adis might kill someone at any moment.
Whether it was himself, or me.
Or whoever had done this to me—anyone.
“Kalen Adis.”
Yet in the next moment, his father’s voice was composed. As always, it was dry as parched sand.
What command would he issue?
Kalen waited quietly for the patriarch’s decision.
Treat me? Or find whoever had left me in this state?
“….”
No command came.
As he turned his back, Alexandro Adis’s crimson cloak fluttered. Following the path of his footsteps, the cloak swayed until the door closed and it vanished.
That was all.
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“Ju-hwa, does it hurt much?”
Yes, yes, Mom. It hurts.
“My poor Ju-hwa, in such pain. Father will make you some porridge.”
Thanks, Dad. I’d like abalone porridge.
“Mew~”
Oh, my precious Toto. I should play with you, but I’m sorry.
“Ju-hwa, are you alright?”
I’m fine, Seon-hong.
“Usually you’re so spirited—why are you being so listless?”
Spirited? Did you tell her everything?
“Yeah, I told her everything. So get better soon, Ju-hwa. Then we can eat chicken.”
Goodness. Understood.
“Are you certain you’re alright?”
She laughed softly.
“I’m really fine, my dear sibling….”
She whispered those words while blinking her eyes.
“….”
But it was a different face.
As my blurred vision sharpened, the face reflected in my retinas became clear—Kalen Adis.
Not her sibling, Lee Seon-hong.
Kalen was gazing at me with a peculiar, unsettling light in his eyes.
Not Seon-hong. Kalen.

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