My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8
I barely managed to swallow the words that threatened to spill from my lips.
Yet it was as good as spoken. My eyes, my lips, my expression—they all betrayed me.
“….”
Silvien Valentino was staring at me intently.
A strange glimmer flickered across his parched blue eyes. It was the gaze of someone witnessing a peculiar phenomenon.
He spoke in a measured tone.
“You said you would not expect to be treated as a wife.”
“….”
“Those were your words, were they not? Have you forgotten?”
He was right. I clenched my fists tightly.
Before the marriage, Silvien had made it abundantly clear. He would not fulfill his duties as a husband, nor would he regard me as his wife.
I had agreed to marry him anyway.
That naive version of me had believed something would change after marriage, that even a couple bound by mutual dislike would eventually develop some affection. But….
‘Affection, my foot.’
Seven years of married life.
We had never even brushed fingers.
“Yes. I was content then. But not anymore. I cannot sustain this life any longer.”
I spoke with sharp finality, glaring at him.
“You may not have heard, but your mother has cast me out.”
“And?”
“I will leave this place. I will return to my family home.”
Only then did a reaction come.
Silvien slowly swept his gaze across my face. There was doubt in his eyes—the look of someone questioning whether they had heard correctly.
I felt a faint surge of satisfaction at that moment.
Yes, the old me—Juhua—would never have done this. She would have wanted to die by your side, even if it meant death itself.
But I am not her.
“You say you will leave?”
Silvien repeated the words as if savoring their meaning. Leave. You say you will leave….
Leave.
From where I am?
In the next instant, Silvien’s eyes narrowed slightly. Something glimmered and flickered past before vanishing in an instant. Something like interest, or perhaps curiosity.
But it lasted only a moment. His gaze scattered once more, becoming as bland and colorless as before.
He brushed back his wet hair and answered quietly.
“Do as you wish.”
“And I will seek my father’s permission to demand a divorce.”
“Very well. I shall await it.”
Damn him. I wanted to strike him.
Silvien was not taking this conversation seriously. He was listening with one ear and dismissing it all.
‘Of course he doesn’t believe me. Given what I’ve done until now, why would he?’
Until just recently, she had been a woman who threw herself at him, weeping and clinging desperately.
She clearly never imagined I could leave him first. Rather, she seemed to regard it as a kind of tantrum—a performance to garner his attention.
Kanna Adis suppressed a sigh. There was no point in continuing; she wouldn’t understand.
“Then I shall take my leave.”
“Yes. Go.”
This wretched man. He thinks I’m just throwing a fit, but I’m truly going to divorce him!
I absolutely will!
* * *
The next morning, Kanna Adis departed the Valentino Estate at once.
Only then did the next worry come crashing down upon me.
The first step toward divorce—being driven out by my mother-in-law—was accomplished. Now I had to return to my family home and obtain my father’s permission for the divorce….
‘Will the House of Adis even accept me?’
More pressingly, will they even open the door?
Practical concerns crept forward belatedly, gnawing at my resolve.
In truth, being cast out had been easy. Everyone despised me anyway; I merely needed to provide them with sufficient pretext to drive me away.
Everyone.
Everyone in this world despises me.
‘Being cast out is simple… but being accepted is far more difficult.’
Kanna Adis exhaled deeply and lowered her gaze.
Long black hair cascading in disarray. And eyes of deepest black.
The reason everyone in this world despises her. It is because of this black.
‘In this world, black symbolizes misfortune and calamity.’
The greatest reason people abhor the color black.
It resembles the color of black fog.
Long ago, a colossal black fog appeared and completely consumed the Southern Continent.
The Southern Continent, once called the Demonic Continent, perished in that catastrophe, and the age of demons faded. Only those who barely survived that calamity crossed over to this place—the Western Continent.
The survivors. They were the first to establish themselves upon this Western Continent.
The survivors built new lives in this new land, and now, a thousand years later, civilization has risen anew.
Yet the Western Continent was not entirely safe. Though far smaller in scale than what consumed the Southern Continent, black fog existed here as well.
‘And it is the House of Adis and the Valentino Family who guard the lands where that black fog dwells.’
Adis and the Valentino Family.
The founders of both houses were holy knights who fought against the black fog from the age of the Demonic Continent itself.
Now legendary—the holy knights of the Demonic Continent. Their descendants continue to this day to protect the Western Continent from the black fog.
Thus they earned the title of the Two Guardian Houses and wielded absolute power.
‘Because the black fog is that dangerous.’
From the black fog emerge the most grotesque of things.
Unidentifiable masses, objects, and… monsters.
Creatures of hideous appearance that do not exist in this world—sometimes powerful enough to defy all control.
That is not all. Those infected by contact with the black fog lose their minds entirely. No, it is worse than madness; they transform into monsters and devour their own kind, it is said.
Those infected so severely that their hair and eyes turn black….
‘And there’s the matter of the Black Apostles, too.’
This land harbored heretics who worshipped the black mist, and many of the Black Apostles among them possessed hair as dark as midnight.
‘With so many reasons to despise black hair, it’s only natural they’d treat it as a mark of demonhood.’
Rare here, yet common enough in Korea.
I exhaled slowly. In any case, to obtain a divorce, I would need Father’s consent…
The moment the thought crystallized, a headache bloomed behind my eyes.
‘Father despises me. That’s why, even after the wedding, he never once visited the House of Adis.’
But now I had to return to the House of Adis. Whether through pleading or coercion, I would secure Father’s permission for the divorce. And then.
And then….
‘I’ll worry about what comes after when the time arrives.’
The thought of living as Kanna Adis forever made the world blur before my eyes, but for now, I had to do what I could.
‘The real question is whether the House of Adis will even accept me….’
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“Turn back. I cannot open the gates.”
My fears had manifested into reality.
“The Duke has commanded it. Should the Duchess of the Valentino Family appear, I am absolutely forbidden to grant her entry.”
“But….”
“Turn back.”
The Knight Guard shook his head with unwavering resolve.
I considered pressing further, then closed my mouth. It was clear that persuasion would fall on deaf ears.
As expected, I suppose. I had anticipated a cold reception, but I never imagined the gates would be sealed entirely.
‘So that’s it. Father has completely abandoned me.’
Truly, he is thorough to the end.
To lock the gates so completely, lest his daughter ever return…he leaves no room for sentiment, does he?
‘Of course, he despises me so deeply.’
I realized I had gravely underestimated the depth of Father’s hatred. A man who had loathed me my entire life would never consent to see me easily.
That was when it happened.
The sound of a carriage approached from behind me. It bore the crest of the House of Adis.
“The Young Master has returned! Open the gates at once!”
And so the grand doors of the estate began to swing open slowly. Those gates that seemed destined to remain forever sealed before me.
For a moment, the urge to simply dash through seized me.
‘Yes. Should I rush in and cling to Father’s robes?’
While I wrestled with such thoughts, the carriage lurched to a halt directly behind me with a sharp screech.
A chill radiated from behind. Gripped by an ominous premonition, I turned slowly to face it.
“….”
And our eyes met.
Through the carriage window, a young man gazed at me quietly.

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