My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 92

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Chapter 92
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“I never expected to receive a guest from the Empire.”
The Lord of Paeylon Island came to greet her.
“Welcome, welcome indeed. I am Hailon Dale, Lord of Paeylon Island.”
He was a middle-aged man with an exceedingly frail demeanor. And beside him stood another man….
‘That must be the High Priest, surely?’
I had hoped otherwise, but it seemed my suspicion was correct. His white vestments clung so tightly to his frame they appeared ready to burst.
‘But his eyes….’
His gaze was utterly repugnant.
I sensed the carnal lust gleaming in the High Priest’s eyes.
“This is High Priest Karleon.”
I concealed my rising revulsion and offered a greeting.
“It is an honor to meet you, High Priest. I am Kanna Adis, here in my capacity as a physician.”
“May divine blessing follow you, madam.”
The High Priest wiped away sweat like pig fat and bowed respectfully.
“It is an honor to meet you, madam. You are quite beautiful. It is surprising that such a lovely woman would engage in the work of a physician.”
Hahahaha! The High Priest laughed and continued.
“A beauty like a duchess would have no need for medical arts.”
“…Pardon?”
“With a face like yours, even a ten-year illness would surely be cured. Haha, could it be you became a physician through your beauty?”
In that instant, my expression froze like ice. I made no effort to hide my displeasure, my face turning stern.
“No. That is not how I became a physician.”
“Pardon?”
“Appearance is unnecessary for the practice of medicine, High Priest.”
Hailon, the Lord listening beside us, grew visibly uncomfortable.
“Duchess Adis. The High Priest was merely offering a compliment. Please, let there be no misunderstanding.”
“…A compliment?”
“Yes, indeed.”
At those words, my rigid expression softened. I smiled gently.
“Is that so? It was a compliment?”
Only then did the High Priest’s bewilderment vanish like mist. He laughed heartily and offered another compliment.
“Hahahaha! Of course. I was merely saying that the Duchess is far too beautiful to engage in such lowly work as medicine.”
“I see. But is that truly a compliment?”
“Pardon?”
“To my ears, it sounds like an insult.”
Yet the High Priest failed to perceive my hostility, tilting his head in confusion.
“No, it is not an insult. Please, do not misunderstand.”
I chose not to respond further.
The suggestion that I became a physician through my beauty—in Ju-hwa’s world, I would have slapped such a person across the face.
I really want to punch him.
What would happen if I struck the High Priest across the face?
Blasphemy.
And blasphemy would likely result in…
Burning at the stake.
It was a law applied equally to nobility.
Is this really what a High Priest should be? I expected someone like Raphael.
Perhaps people of Raphael’s caliber were simply rare.
That made sense. The Divine Temple was a vile organization built on incest—it deserved to rot.
These so-called heirs to the ancient sacred priesthood engaged in incest, and their ancestors would be utterly disgusted if they could see it.
The Divine Temple. A realm of sacred inviolability standing above imperial law.
Just as Adis and Valentino were descendants of ancient Holy Knights, the priests of the Divine Temple were descendants of ancient sacred priests.
Moreover, the Divine Temple possessed a peculiar entity called the Divine Spirit—according to history, a messenger of the gods born from the World Tree some five hundred years ago.
Though that was merely the Divine Temple’s one-sided claim. Many people didn’t actually believe in the Divine Spirit’s existence.
Officially, however, the Divine Spirit merged with the World Tree to purify magical energy and protected the Western Continent from the Black Mist. That was the Divine Temple’s reason for existing.
A group with such sacred purpose, yet…
Strip away one layer and it was nothing but a garbage heap.
Every priest in the Divine Temple shared the same bloodline. An organization maintained solely through incest across centuries.
They claimed it was to preserve their sacred power, but it was utterly repulsive.
Yet through such efforts, the priests could naturally manifest sacred power without any baptism ceremony.
The descendants of Holy Knights who didn’t practice incest—Adis and Valentino—were different.
They had to undergo a baptism ceremony to awaken their sacred power.
Sacred power. A truly coveted strength, yet it was granted only to male descendants across generations.
Neither I nor Isabel had received the baptism.
“Duchess, you must have had such a difficult journey. Please don’t hesitate to tell me if you need anything at all.”
The Lord hastily changed the subject. Since I had no desire to continue speaking with the High Priest, I asked him something random.
“Lord, do you happen to know the whereabouts of Sir Orsini Adis?”
I’d asked expecting he wouldn’t know. But then…
“That wretch deserves death!”
I jumped.
I stared at the High Priest in shock as he suddenly bellowed like a wild boar with an arrow in its rump. The High Priest shrieked in a frenzy.
“The Divine will surely punish that wretch! How dare he, how dare he!”
That was when it happened.
Dong—dong—the great bell of the castle rang out clearly. At the sound, the Lord quickly interjected.
“High Priest, it’s time for worship. Please don’t disappoint the faithful.”
“…In any case, I shall report Sir Orsini’s impiety in full detail to the Divine Temple! See that you understand!”
The High Priest stumbled out.
“Lord, what was that about?”
“Ahem.”
I had asked about Sir Orsini Adis’s whereabouts.
Yet the lord could not answer.
He bit his lip as though thorns pricked his mouth, fidgeting nervously before carefully opening it again.
“Well, the truth is, he is currently….”
“…?”
“In the Underground Dungeon.”
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I spotted Orsini Adis.
“….”
That’s Orsini Adis?
‘That vagrant?’
In the Underground Dungeon beneath Lord’s Castle, Orsini Adis lay sprawled across a pile of straw.
What in the world was he doing in such a state? Even Claude Azel seemed at a loss for words.
“Hey.”
I called out to him.
Then Orsini Adis slowly opened his eyes. He had clearly sensed our presence long ago, but had continued to ignore us.
However, the moment our eyes met, he sprang up like a coiled spring.
‘Good heavens, look at the straw clinging to his hair.’
Straw was stuck to his disheveled crimson hair, which was already a tangled mess.
I smiled crookedly and sneered at him.
“You look splendid, Orsini Adis. Shall I call you a vagrant? Or perhaps, a prisoner?”
Orsini Adis stared at me with an oddly vacant expression before letting out a snort of laughter.
“You vicious woman. Have you come to torment me again?”
What nonsense was this?
Claude Azel and I exchanged confused glances.
“Fine, do as you please. Being trapped in a nightmare is better than this cursed island.”
“….”
Surely he didn’t think this was a dream.
Yet it was a plausible assumption. His sudden appearance would make it difficult to believe otherwise.
‘He’s genuinely rather dim-witted, isn’t he.’
Tsk, tsk. I clicked my tongue.
“Who gave you permission to summon me into your dreams? How unpleasant.”
“What?”
“Stop spouting nonsense and come to your senses.”
Silence descended. Moments later, Orsini Adis sprang up and rushed toward the bars.
“Who are you?”
He looked between me and Claude Azel with eyes burning almost with hatred.
“Why are you here?”
“That’s what I’d like to know.”
I kicked at the bars with a sharp tap.
“So the illustrious Orsini Adis has committed crimes worthy of death and found himself locked away in prison.”
“Why the hell are you here?!”
Oh, you startled me!
“Get out! Leave this instant, or I’ll throw you into the sea!”
Then she shouted at Claude.
“Claude Azel! I warned you not to send the Knight Guards!”
“Lord Orsini Adis, there are circumstances. Please calm yourself first….”
“Shut up! Take this wench and get out right now!”
Rage surged through me.
But fortunately, reason still clung to me. I commanded with a sinister tone.
“Claude Azel, please leave.”
“Yes?”
“My brother and I have things to discuss. Please leave.”
“Understood.”
Claude Azel was a knight who obeyed orders with absolute precision. Without hesitation, he slipped out of the prison.
The sound of the door closing echoed.
“Phew….”
At last, we were alone.
I exhaled deeply and swept my hair back. And then.
“You bastard!”
I seized the bars and shrieked.
“Did you think I wanted to come here?!”

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