My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 11

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“You want to help me?”

Why is the Male Lead trying to get on the villainess’s good side? Is he feeling grateful because he saw me save Kanna?

“Yes. I dare to offer myself to you.”

The Male Lead lowered his eyes. Don’t tell me he’s being shy?

No way, this isn’t the ‘I’m just a villainess who wants to live comfortably, so why are you doing this to me!’ route, is it? We agreed to be rivals fighting over the female lead last time. Well, I decided that on my own… Come to think of it, isn’t this unfair? After glaring at me like I was a ghost.

The Male Lead’s voice, which seemed like it would remain steady even if stabbed by a sword, trembled slightly. This definitely seemed like a flag had been planted. Looking back at my romance fantasy experience, it was certain.

This is ruined! I think the Male Lead has fallen for me while I was showing off trying to escape being a villainess. Am I an idiot?

“How foolish. Not knowing your place.”

Right. I should have known my place well. I underestimated villainess possession stories too much. But we only met once. Isn’t that Male Lead just shallow? To be fair, most romance fantasy characters were shallow anyway.

Anyway, this is ruined. I thought I only stole the female lead’s favorability, but it seems I’ve stolen the Male Lead’s attention too.

Fine. I understand since it’s a romance fantasy. But the problem is that my villainess escape plan that I worked on all night for two days has just become trash. Right. What’s the point of me planning hard? Becoming the female lead is the fastest and most certain method.

But I have no intention of dating the Male Lead, you know? He’s a paper doll, and I’m a person.

“I’m not interested in you.”

Oops. In my rush to shake him off, I used ‘I’m not interested in you.’ I’m really an idiot! At this point, my subconscious just wanted to create a romance fantasy. Now that I’ve planted a flag, if I try to distance myself from the Male Lead, he’ll cling to me instead.

“Yes. I had guessed that you have no interest in people.”

The Male Lead answered as if it was obvious. What’s this reaction? When I say I’m not interested, shouldn’t he come out with something like ‘How dare you not give me attention?’ And saying I have no interest in ‘people’ sounds a bit strange.

But the strangest thing is that the Male Lead shows no lingering attachment even though I said I’m not interested. Wasn’t he attracted to me? Did I misunderstand? But to accept it so meekly, don’t you get scolded in comments for being oblivious? This isn’t the first or second time.

“Still, it doesn’t matter. I’m simply curious about you.”

See this! Look at this! I knew this would happen! Don’t underestimate my experience of once living and breathing romance fantasy!

The Male Lead said such cringeworthy words without moving a muscle, as if sugar water flowed through his veins instead of blood. Rather, I was the one listening who felt like getting goosebumps. Of course, since Evangeline’s body also has Ro-pan Tribe blood flowing through it, I didn’t actually get goosebumps even hearing such embarrassingly sweet lines.

Romance fantasy is scary. As I was trembling inside, the Male Lead changed the subject as if doing me a favor and continued his explanation of the drawing.

Looking at the moth drawing again brought peace to my mind and body.

“This circle. I didn’t know until we cleared away the corpse, but this wasn’t a halo but closer to a pattern.”

The Male Lead pointed to the distorted lines that looked like moth antennae and pulled out another piece of paper. It’s broken, so how is this a circle?

And I was shocked when I saw the newly pulled out paper.

‘Crazy, what is this! This is my summoning circle that Donau stole!’

I thought it burned down with the house!

It was a tearful reunion. Looking again in excitement, I realized something was strange. The annotation-like letters at the bottom were missing and the paper looked new…

“This is that pattern. I copied it and then burned the drawing on the floor.”

Ah. This is also something the Male Lead drew.

Wait. You drew this too? You copied this exactly, so why did you draw a moth for that earlier one? Are you a science major?

I calmed down my excitement. The important thing isn’t the Male Lead’s drawing skills.

So this isn’t my paper but something the Male Lead copied from what Donau drew on the floor. The original burned. Then I’ll never be able to read the summoning spell. I had given up thinking it just flew away, but now that only the drawing came back, I felt empty. Farewell, Spirit King…

“By any chance, does that painting where the artist drew Donau’s corpse have this pattern clearly drawn?”

“Except for the parts covered by the corpse, it’s identical.”

How dare they spread around someone else’s otherworld cheat key. I got annoyed at the artist whose face I don’t even know, then cooled down. Since it says part of it is covered and I failed too, they probably can’t summon spirits without the summoning spell anyway.

The Male Lead seemed to have finished what he had to say. The Male Lead was now just staring at my mouth, waiting to see what I would say.

After pondering while looking at the Male Lead’s unnecessarily handsome face and the summoning circle, I decided to just tell him. Of course, I wasn’t swayed by his face.

“I went looking for Donau not because Kanna was kidnapped. It was because he ran away with my drawing.”

“You mean this?”

“That’s right.”

“My lady.”

Hena called me worriedly. Don’t worry! I’ll package it well when I tell him.

I need to get that paper back too. There’s nothing good about being on bad terms with the Male Lead. Since he says he wants to take my side, I have no choice but to trust him and just tell him.

Looking at the situation, the Male Lead seems to have fallen for me, so at least he won’t betray me. Rather, this way I feel more confident.

“Please explain to me what this pattern is.”

“It’s a summoning circle.”

“What does it summon?”

“Well…”

Of course I can’t honestly bring up spirits, so I’ll be a bit roundabout and vague… What should I say instead of fire spirit?

What do the otherworld Ro-pan Tribe people believe in? The sun god Rahel? At this level, it’s almost like a holy kingdom. There’s no other way. Let’s just say that.

“It seems to summon angels or something.”

The Male Lead stared at me intently, then slowly nodded.

You really believe that? You don’t believe Donau received God’s blessing, but you believe summoning angels? Don’t tell me you just believe it because someone you’ve fallen for said it.

Is this the real level of otherworld romance fantasy Male Leads?

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She was an exceptionally pure white being. If she closed her eyes, you would really believe she was a statue. That pale coloring must have contributed significantly to making Evangeline Rohanson seem like something otherworldly, beyond mortal things.

The series of movements from picking up the teacup from the table to taking a sip appeared natural at first glance, but somehow felt like a staged scene.

“…I want to help you.”

It was the moment Gabriel finished speaking.

Evangeline Rohanson, who had been savoring the tea’s aroma with a bored attitude, put down her teacup. As if representing her mood, the carelessly placed cup clattered against the saucer. The tea swayed as if it would overflow, then regained its center and settled.

As the tea’s surface became calm, silence immediately flowed.

Everything around seemed to hold its breath as if reading Evangeline Rohanson’s mood. Birds stopped flying and fell, flower petals formed buds again to avoid swaying in the wind.

When the majestically performing orchestra stopped playing, only the sound of heartbeats remained in the world.

“You want to help me?”

Evangeline asked Gabriel back as if looking at the most foolish thing in the world.

When Evangeline opened her mouth, all sorts of sounds burst out at once as if releasing held breath.

The clock hands began moving again, and the ticking of the second hand and heartbeat sounds were heard in syncopation. The clock’s second hand was particularly slow. Gabriel soon realized it wasn’t that the clock was slow, but that his own heart was beating fast.

“Yes. I dare to offer myself to you.”

Even words wouldn’t come out properly. He became breathless with each word he uttered.

“How foolish. Not knowing your place.”

Evangeline Rohanson sighed.

Though the indoor lighting couldn’t possibly flicker, the light seemed to change direction so that Evangeline Rohanson’s shadow fell over Gabriel.

“I’m not interested in you.”

Anger appeared in her indifferent eyes, and her red lips twisted as she spat out contempt. When the respectful speech that had maintained outward courtesy disappeared, her tone of looking down on people was clearly revealed.

Gabriel affirmed it.

Would a human take interest in ants crawling around in swarms in the garden? He should rather be grateful for her mercy in not crushing them for entertainment. Even if she stepped on and crushed the ant colony, it wouldn’t be a sin since she wouldn’t have noticed.

Evangeline was angry because a worthless ant had entered her house.

“I’m simply curious about you.”

Even if the direction was negative, drawing emotion from Evangeline Rohanson was quite encouraging. It felt like witnessing an impossible flower blooming from a withered, skeletal dead tree.

When Evangeline became angry, the table trembled as if resonating. The teacup on the table shook. Just when it seemed like it might collapse, the trembling stopped.

Evangeline sipped her tea again as if she had never shown a fierce expression. However, even while moistening her throat, her gaze remained directed at Gabriel.

Fortunately, it seemed she wouldn’t remove Evangeline Rohanson’s mask yet. When Evangeline appeared to calm down, the maid who looked like she might faint let out a sigh of relief.

Gabriel continued his explanation.

***

Gabriel looked at the Rohanson Estate. It was a gloomy manor that didn’t suit the midday afternoon. Even though there must be quite a few employees, it was strangely quiet without any signs of people.

Only the cherry blossoms blooming profusely in one corner of the garden were particularly red. Gabriel quietly gazed at the clothing fluttering from the weeping cherry tree branches and the drooping white feet.

“Captain, you’re late?”

Rafaela, who had been waiting in the carriage parked outside the Rohanson Estate, greeted Gabriel. Rafaela looked at the cherry tree Gabriel had been watching and added.

“It’s really a big tree. Do cherry trees originally grow that large?”

As Rafaela said, though he didn’t know what fertilizer they used, it was a particularly mature tree.

When Gabriel looked again, the doll hanging from the cherry tree had disappeared. Had the scene he just saw been a mistake from looking at drooping flower petals?

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