My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 100

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When Jeremiah regained consciousness, he found himself in an unfamiliar room, just as he had expected. The tightly drawn curtains wouldn’t even allow moonlight to peek inside. The room was very dark, relying only on a single small candle, deliberately kept unlit to prevent any light from leaking outside.

Jeremiah was lying on a bed. Since they had said they were going to the Rohanson Estate, this was probably Evangeline’s bed. He marveled quietly at how they had managed to escape the castle when all the knights of the imperial palace must have been mobilized to search for Jeremiah.

His forehead felt cool, and he noticed a maid wiping away Jeremiah’s sweat with a wet cloth. Her features were so striking that if not for her attire, he might have mistaken her for someone of noble birth. Instead of neatly tying back her red curly hair, she let it hang loose, and there was a long horizontal line across the maid’s neck. His eyes met with the maid’s, who was strangely mismatched like her master.

“Miss. The Princess has opened her eyes.”

The maid immediately informed her master that Jeremiah had awakened.

“It’s fortunate that you regained consciousness so quickly.”

Evangeline approached with a candlestick and sat down on the edge of the bed. Evangeline stroked Jeremiah’s face.

“Lord Jeremiah. I’ve found a way.”

The demon spoke sweet words.

The cat in Evangeline’s arms acted coquettishly and stole away Evangeline’s attention again. Evangeline said she couldn’t help it and petted the cat, then spoke casually.

“However, it might not be the method you were hoping for, Lord Jeremiah.”

“What… what kind of method…?”

From crying and screaming so much, his throat was completely hoarse, making Jeremiah’s voice sound just like the wind.

“Lord Jeremiah’s body is beyond hope.”

“…What?”

But upon hearing the words that followed, Jeremiah’s expectations were shattered. Evangeline continued with a bright smile.

“It’s a miracle that you’re not dead yet. So there’s no choice but to transfer to another body.”

Jeremiah bit his lips tightly as he listened to Evangeline’s explanation that followed. And just as she said, what Evangeline told him was indeed a method Jeremiah had never considered.

Since Jeremiah’s body couldn’t be saved, she would transfer his soul to another body… If anyone else had heard this, they would have rushed to the temple to confess and all would have been burned at the stake together—it was such dangerous talk.

“…If you transfer it, which body would it go to?”

“To a body that Your Highness wouldn’t feel any guilt about taking.”

Evangeline said, pointing to the collapsed body on the floor.

“Azazel…!”

Jeremiah ground out the knight’s name in fury. It was the knight who had stabbed his stomach and left. Jeremiah’s heart churned wildly. The moment when Tenebray had casually introduced Azazel as her escort, the moment when Azazel had thrust the sword into Jeremiah’s stomach—it all came back vividly.

Evangeline had brought him for Jeremiah’s sake. If Evangeline had brought Azazel to incite Jeremiah’s wicked heart, it was a very effective strategy. Fever rose and his reason became clouded.

“Have you made your decision?”

It didn’t take Jeremiah long to reach a conclusion. Hadn’t he already decided from the beginning?

To oppose Tenebray who had killed his own blood, and Bishop Marik who was the root of all evil, he truly had no choice but to borrow the devil’s hand.

“…Yes. I’ll make a wish.”

Jeremiah momentarily glanced at Gabriel. Gabriel didn’t even blink upon hearing these wicked methods. He had once thought that unwavering gaze was directed toward the god Rahel. The candlelight flickered. Gabriel’s gaze was directed toward Evangeline. He had already found a light to illuminate the darkness instead, so it was fine even if sunlight didn’t shine down.

“…After hearing from Count Gabriel, I’ve already made up my mind. Even if I sell my soul to a demon… no, to you, please…”

Jeremiah quietly looked at Evangeline. That light resembled the stars in the night sky. Though countless stars filled the heavens, the brightest among them had fallen and was beside Jeremiah.

Jeremiah closed his eyes like in prayer, clasped his hands together, and made a wish. The object of Jeremiah’s wish was neither god nor demon, but Evangeline. Jeremiah wished fervently as Evangeline had taught him. Please let me reclaim my name that Tenebray stole. Let me have revenge for killing my father. Let me not die like this… Let me breathe again.

The dying one’s strong obsession was powerful enough to devour a demon filled with resentment, and the star resonated, creating a miracle that brought Jeremiah’s life back.

Thus, Jeremiah was able to awaken again in Azazel’s body.

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“My body hurts a lot, you know? It doesn’t feel like I’m going to die… no, actually it seems to hurt more than when my stomach was pierced.”

At Jeremiah’s complaints as he moved Azazel’s body this way and that, Pudding, who had returned to cat form, subtly averted his eyes. Hmm. It seems our Pudding had a deep physical conversation with Azazel in the meantime.

“Are you alright?”

Understanding that my question implied several things, Jeremiah hesitated for a moment, looked at his own corpse lying on the bed, then nodded.

“I survived in some way, so that’s enough. Thank you, Lady Rohanson.”

Jeremiah had a very strong will. He was like someone who had held onto a lifeline that seemed ready to snap at any moment and endured until finding a breakthrough.

“Lady Rohanson kept holding my hand the whole time, didn’t you? You may be a witch as the rumors say, but unlike the rumors, you’re a kind person.”

Well… I’m not a witch, I’m a villainess. No, I’m not even a villainess. I was about to correct him when Jeremiah grasped my uninjured hand. For reference, Kanna had finished treating the injured side while crying after belatedly realizing it was hurt.

Pudding glared fiercely at Jeremiah, then seemed to belatedly realize that inside Azazel’s shell was a young princess, and turned away with a snort.

“Why is it so disgusting when he acts so innocently in Astaroth’s body?”

Jelly muttered to himself as if understanding Pudding’s feelings. Pudding and Jelly seemed to be experiencing cognitive dissonance about the fact that Jeremiah was inside Azazel’s body. I pushed aside the two who kept picking fights with Jeremiah and asked him something I’d been curious about.

“Lord Jeremiah. Now would you tell us what happened that made you be chased instead of the wanted Princess Tenebray?”

Jeremiah glanced between me and Gabriel, then nodded.

“Yes. Lady Rohanson and Count Gabriel saved me, so you naturally have the right to know.”

And Jeremiah’s story went back to the night of the banquet when the Crown Prince was murdered. From Tenebray’s scheme of asking to switch necklaces to the fact that Azazel, who had fatally wounded Jeremiah, was Bishop Marik’s escort—we heard the entire story from beginning to end. It was a tragedy that had unfolded in just a few days.

“So I had my name stolen and lost even my body.”

Jeremiah finished speaking, pretending to be calm. As someone who had contributed to Jeremiah losing his body by transferring his soul, my conscience ached. No wait, it wasn’t my fault but Bishop Marik’s.

The fact that Bishop Marik was the mastermind who had framed Jeremiah and imprisoned me under false charges wasn’t very surprising.

“Lady Rohanson, thank you.”

The voice of the young girl who had deliberately bumped into me when the lights went out, smeared blood on me, then greeted me was vivid.

“Since evil things are involved, I may interfere now.”

“Isn’t that right, My Lady?”

And the voice of Bishop Marik, who had drawn my magic circle conspicuously at the scene where the Crown Prince died and deliberately asked me a question while pointing at it.

At this point, I was convinced that the sword I had given as a gift being the same as the one stuck in the Crown Prince’s body was also Bishop Marik’s doing.

Both Jeremiah and I were played beautifully. If his skills are this outstanding, isn’t he beyond a mastermind and just the final boss? No, what do you mean final boss in a romance fantasy? Usually it’s the father or male lead disguised as the mastermind, right? Excuse me, the final boss of our world setting is a kind nun. Isn’t there some kind of error?

When Jeremiah finished his explanation, Gabriel spoke up.

“I’m sorry to Lord Jeremiah, but it would be better to let the Emperor discover the body. That way Bishop Marik and Lady Tenebray won’t suspect Your Highness Jeremiah’s death.”

Though Jeremiah seemed full of lingering attachment as he couldn’t take his eyes off his original body lying on the bed, he obediently nodded.

Unlike how he had criticized himself for being dull for not noticing Tenebray’s true intentions, his situational awareness was quick. In my opinion, Jeremiah wasn’t dull but rather couldn’t avoid tragedy because he trusted people too much.

Perhaps remembering the situation from that time while explaining made him sad, as tears welled up in Jeremiah’s—no, Azazel’s—eyes. Watching a fully grown adult man whimper like a child made my feelings complicated. I could understand why Pudding and Jelly had been picking fights.

That’s Jeremiah, that’s Jeremiah… he’s still a young princess, I kept trying to brainwash myself, but fortunately Gabriel changed the subject. Nice timing! Azazel—no, Jeremiah—hurriedly rubbed and wiped his eyes, erasing the moisture as if he had never been tearful.

“Before that, it seems we need to organize things. I also have something to tell Lady Evangeline.”

Fortunately, the night was long, and there was still plenty of time.

Gabriel got paper from Kanna. And Gabriel began drawing something, scribbling away. Jeremiah watched the black marks with sparkling eyes, then suddenly began trying to guess what the drawing was. Seeing that, he really was a young child.

“A dog with an axe stuck in its back?”

“It’s a lion carrying the sun on its back.”

It was the temple’s simplified emblem. Anyone who heard this would have threatened him with blasphemy. Though we had already committed blasphemy from the moment we wished to a demon to save Jeremiah.

“This is a person wrapped in bandages, right?”

“It’s a dragon coiled around a sword.”

“That can’t be right? Aren’t these jagged things the head?”

“It’s a crown.”

The dragon coiled around a sword was the imperial family’s emblem. If even the princess couldn’t recognize it, you could imagine how terribly it was drawn.

“Ah. This one’s too easy. An earthworm?”

The wavy shape looked like a wriggling earthworm to me too.

“It’s a snake.”

If it’s a snake, then that’s Azazel. Since he got them all wrong, it was Jeremiah’s complete defeat.

“Just one more time…”

Frustrated, Jeremiah persistently clung on. The childish appearance of being absorbed in guessing drawings looked better than his earlier pretense of being fine. Gabriel seemed to think the same, as he didn’t break the mood and quickly drew something. It looked quite similar to a keyhole I had seen before. Having seen it once, I could roughly guess. That would be a person.

Jeremiah remembered that the answers had always been extraordinary and came up with a different answer.

“An arrowhead that hit an apple?”

Gabriel, who had immediately corrected the answers before, this time paused before opening his mouth.

“…It’s Lord Jeremiah.”

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