My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 332

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Special Side Story Episode 20
2. The Libertines of House Adis (16)
“I, I heard my wife was here.”
Count Lintz had come calling.
“Is Chloe, is she well?”
“….”
I couldn’t help but admire it inwardly.
Chloe. She had chosen a man with features utterly opposite to those of the Adis men.
‘He resembles Yeon-woo.’
His impression—like lily of the valley in the hazy dawn—bore no resemblance whatsoever to the Adis men, who were like crimson earth-colored stallions.
“Ah. Is that our mother’s husband?”
Isabel examined Count Lintz from top to bottom with the gaze one might give a trivial small creature. At this, Count Lintz grew frightened and hunched his shoulders.
“Y, yes. It is, it is an honor to meet you. I am.”
“There’s no need for pleasantries. We’re unlikely to see each other again anyway.”
Isabel glared at Count Lintz, then let out a dismissive snort.
“He resembles my darling. Mother’s taste is similar to mine.”
“….”
What?
I felt as though I’d just heard something quite extraordinary.
Yet Isabel walked away with a click-clack of her heels, as though she had said nothing at all.
“Darling!”
Just then, Chloe came rushing over. She embraced Count Lintz and shot me a sharp glare.
“You haven’t done anything to my husband, have you?”
“….”
What could I do? It was laughable. I turned away in silence.
Then, in an instant, Chloe’s voice grew calm, stopping me in my tracks.
“Kanna. Wait.”
I turned around to find Chloe approaching me, her husband left behind.
“There is something I have always wanted to say to you.”
I narrowed my eyes. Could it be that she was now coming to apologize?
“I am not sorry to you in the slightest.”
Of course.
It could be no other way.
Chloe stood directly before me and spoke with an assured expression.
“Not at all. Truly, not at all sorry.”
She even seemed to harbor anger toward me still.
“Your birth mother is my enemy. Can you even imagine the humiliation of raising you with my own hands?”
“….”
“Had I been like other stepmothers, I would have starved you to death. Yet I did not. You ought to be grateful to me for that.”
At those words, laughter escaped me.
Be grateful? Are you serious?
‘I heard she demanded an enormous fortune from Alex in exchange for raising me.’
Enough wealth for three generations to live idle lives, or so I’d been told.
‘She took everything she could get her hands on and then subjected me to cruel abuse. A disgusting child abuser.’
Yet what in the world was she so aggrieved about? I simply couldn’t understand Chloe.
Or had she truly loved Alexandro? Was that why she’d been so furious watching him raise another woman’s daughter?
“I see, stepmother.”
I drew closer to Chloe, leaning down to whisper softly near her ear.
“How fortunate. I’m not sorry either.”
“What?”
“I’m not sorry at all for taking the men of Adis that you treasured like jewels.”
“…!”
Chloe’s eyes widened. Her fists clenched as she glared at me with murderous intent.
And in that moment, I made a decision.
“Especially that he regards me as …”
I would give Chloe a nightmare she could never forget.
“I’m not sorry at all.”
Come to think of it, this woman was his wife.
She must have had a wedding ceremony with him too? Walked down the aisle in a wedding dress beside him?
The moment I imagined it, my heart twisted violently.
But it was fine. Because.
“There’s no need to apologize for waking beside him in the morning either, is there?”
You’ve never experienced that, after all.
Neither would anyone else.
No matter how many children he had, only one person had ever dominated his nights—myself alone.
The satisfaction that fact brought made me curl my crimson lips into a smile.
“…Since when?”
Finally, tears welled up in Chloe’s eyes, streaming down her cheeks.
“Since exactly when?”
She whispered, crying, suppressing her sobs.
“No, there’s no need to tell me. I already know. Since you returned to the Adis Mansion? That’s when I noticed he was taking an unusual interest in you.”
She fired the words at me in rapid succession, low enough that Count Lintz standing behind her wouldn’t hear.
“You’re a true libertine. How could you? How could you do this where I and my children are!”
“Unfortunately, it was after that.”
I smiled wickedly.
“If it had been from then on as you say, that would have been better. I’m truly sorry about that.”
“You, you wicked, vicious woman!”
“You’re a wicked woman too, Chloe. Why? Does meeting someone worse than you make you feel wronged anew?”
I laughed mockingly with all my heart.
“Chloe Lintz. You said you weren’t sorry to me, didn’t you? Please keep it that way till the end. Because I have nothing to apologize for to you either.”
And I put an end to that tiresome curse.
“Farewell, Countess Lintz. Live well with your new husband or don’t—either way, let’s never meet again.”
* * *
A few days later, Kalen returned.
“Sister! Brother Kalen is hurt! He’s hurt!”
I was startled. Kalen’s right hand had turned a sickly black.
“Brother tried to save me, and—sob—that awful man used some strange power, and—wail.”
“Lucy. Calm down and tell me clearly. What exactly happened?”
Julian. The Southern Continent Artifact Merchant had attacked Lucy using another Southern Continent artifact—a magical tool, apparently.
Fortunately, Lucy escaped unharmed.
“I’m fine.”
But Kalen was injured protecting her.
“Please don’t worry too much.”
….
“I’m all right, Sister.”
He wasn’t all right.
His hand, blackened and lifeless. He could no longer move it.
“How do we treat this?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know much. There’s almost no information about Southern Continent artifacts.”
At Kalen’s casual response, I felt a surge of anger.
What was that attitude? It wasn’t someone else’s hand—it was his own, and it had come to this!
“Does it hurt?”
“No. I feel nothing at all.”
….
It was true. After a simple examination, Kalen’s right hand showed no response to any stimulus.
The nerves had died completely.
In other words—
‘His right hand is as good as crippled.’
He was fortunate to be ambidextrous, but he relied more heavily on his right hand.
And for a swordsman, losing the use of one hand was tantamount to a death sentence.
“Where is Julian? I need to speak with him directly.”
Rage boiled within me.
I would torture him. I would unleash every terrible poison I possessed.
I would inflict every agony imaginable until he revealed how to heal that hand—
“He’s dead.”
“…What?”
“I’m not accustomed to magical attacks. I was startled and lost control of my strength.”
….
Dead.
If he was dead….
‘I have no idea how to treat it.’
Which meant he might have to live like this for the rest of his life.
A chill of foreboding swept over me, but I managed to keep my expression composed.
“I see. But it’s alright. The Southern Continent Artifact Merchants are still scattered throughout the Western Continent. I just need to capture one of them and extract the cure.”
“Please don’t worry yourself, Sister.”
Kalen smiled gently, his tone soothing.
“I’m perfectly fine without one hand.”
Kanna was grieving.
Kalen found that fact delightful.
Moreover, he seemed to feel a certain sense of responsibility for his own condition.
When Lucy volunteered to be the bait, Sister hadn’t objected. Rather, she’d even refined the operation and placed a tracking scent in Lucy’s teddy bear.
‘If Lucy hadn’t become the bait, I wouldn’t have been injured in the first place.’
Watching Sister’s face as she suppressed her anguish, a base pleasure washed over me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower abdomen as I smiled.
Finding a cure would be difficult for some time. After all, I’d made certain to sever Julian’s lifeline completely.
Sister, with her conscientious sense of duty as a physician, would care for me until the very end.
Now I had become her patient.
“Truly, I’m fine.”
At last.
Just as I’d desired.

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