My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 112

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“Rest?”

Rafaela asked as if she had misheard, but Gabriel didn’t explain again. Gabriel lit a match and burned the letter. Only after confirming that the letter had burned to ash did Gabriel feel relieved and rubbed his face.

Rafaela was curious about what could have been written in the letter to make Gabriel declare he would take a brief rest, but she didn’t bother asking. Gabriel had burned the letter because it contained information that shouldn’t be known.

As she said, Gabriel who read the letter had complicated feelings.

Gabriel had speculated that Evangeline Rohanson’s handwriting had been stolen from the Toten Viscount’s estate. However, the Toten Viscount’s butler, who had been most suspected, testified that he had never received any letters.

Moreover, Toten Madam had also suggested the opinion that a servant from the manor might have stolen letters to copy Evangeline Rohanson’s handwriting.

While he didn’t entirely trust the Toten Viscount’s Butler’s words, and although the hypothesis that the Temple had intervened during the process of delivering letters to the Toten Viscount’s estate was more credible, Gabriel couldn’t shake off an inexplicably uneasy feeling.

Evangeline was scheduled to be pardoned soon. However, since an unexpected traitor had emerged from a place he thought was perfectly controlled, he was anxious about Evangeline staying at the Rohanson Estate.

“I should meet with Hosaquin Duke for a moment.”

Fortunately, since Hosaquin Duke had promised to help, he could request protection for Evangeline’s safety.

Ironically, the only ones he could confidently trust not to betray Evangeline at the Rohanson Estate were the wicked creatures.

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I’m released!

Loyalty! Suspect Evangeline Rohanson has been ordered to be released as of today!

The sweet scent of freedom after about a month… well, not quite a month, but 3 weeks was delightful. The Jeremiah rescue operation was a whole 2 weeks ago. After that, I completely abstained from food and drink in prison.

Actually, I often secretly snuck out for walks, and Jelly became a delivery werewolf, transporting meals and snacks from the Rohanson Viscount’s Estate, so I ate my three meals a day well.

Being locked up in prison wasn’t much different since I usually don’t leave my room anyway, living as a shut-in. No wait, there is a big difference. Whether it’s voluntary or involuntary is important, isn’t it?

Most importantly, if I had made one wrong move, I could have become dew on the execution ground, so it was good to be freed from that pressure.

While imprisoned, I heard news from the outside through Count Ante, and as days passed, the situation worsened, so I thought I would just be framed and burned at the stake.

Since summoning circles were spreading everywhere, sorcerers were overflowing and they were busy catching heretics. Every time I heard the news, I felt guilty wondering if it was because of me, then shifted the blame to Bishop Marik.

My only fault was carelessly leaving the summoning circle on my desk without knowing Donau would steal it, and it was Bishop Marik who was spreading the summoning circles to use as a foundation for building power and fame. Indeed, a villainess can’t even pick bones against the mastermind.

Of course, since Bishop Marik had done good image-making like a mastermind, I would be the one branded as the villain! Anyway, I was even prepared to escape if necessary… but release! Gabriel, I believed in you!

He said he would get me out somehow, and like a Male Lead, he did well. Though it took 3 weeks… Until recently, I almost misunderstood whether Gabriel getting me out meant after serving the full sentence.

Anyway, being released is what matters, right.

It felt like the grim reaper had been pointing a scythe at my neck, then apologized saying they mistook me for someone else and disappeared. Ah, was this a possession cliché? Whatever. I didn’t gain any special abilities when I possessed this body.

I thought countless times whether I would regress if I died like this. It’s quite an extreme thought, but when you possess without any information, there are cases where you die and regress while accumulating information. It’s not entirely baseless speculation.

These days, it’s not just one of the regression-possession-reincarnation keywords, so there’s a possibility of getting hit with a double whammy of possession and regression!

Of course, I don’t want to bet my life on such dubious odds, so I was going to do everything to avoid the execution ending. And if this were reality, I’d at least scratch lottery tickets when I regressed, but there are no lottery tickets in a romance fantasy world, so what regression!

I don’t even have anyone to take revenge on. Actually, just possessing is already overwhelming, so adding regression would be too much, so I want to finish it in one go.

I also firmly straightened my thoughts starting from when I almost got stabbed by Azazel. Even a cut on the hand hurts, so how much would it hurt to die.

There was no special event on my release day just because I was a suspect in the Crown Prince assassination case that shook the Empire. I just came up from underground holding Count Ante’s hand. No imperial audience? Sorry for the misunderstanding. No public apology or anything? Of course not.

Instead, knights had gathered in droves, gossiping and monitoring me.

“How did she get out in this situation?”

“Did the Duke use his influence?”

“Hey, didn’t you see at the banquet? She and the Duke were nothing but enemies.”

“Then how on earth did she get out?”

Don’t they even consider the possibility that I was innocent in the first place?

Listening quietly, it seemed they didn’t come to monitor but just to watch. They were whispering and speculating about how I got released. If they’re going to talk about me, they could at least lower their voices. Are they speaking so loudly hoping I’ll tell them if they’re right or wrong?

All wrong. What Hosaquin Duke, this release was achieved through Gabriel’s blood, sweat, and tears.

“Evangeline. A carriage has come to pick you up.”

Perhaps mindful of people’s eyes, the carriage that came to pick me up wasn’t the Rohanson Estate carriage but seemed to be a rented one used publicly. I pulled Count Ante’s body close and whispered quietly so others wouldn’t hear. It was my last greeting before boarding the carriage.

“Count Ante. You’ve worked hard all this time.”

“Not at all.”

Not at all, my foot. If Count Ante hadn’t cooperated, I couldn’t have rescued Jeremiah, and I couldn’t have taken walks in between. Wouldn’t prison life have been about 100 times harder than now?

Count Ante was soon going to quit being a Palace Knight and switch sides by being scouted by Gabriel. Since the Holy Knights are currently causing a fuss about heretic massacres, it would be good to have some free time, so we decided to employ him at the Rohanson Estate until the situation stabilizes.

“Let’s meet again soon.”

After finishing my greeting to Count Ante, I boarded the carriage. Who came to pick me up? Gabriel is busy so he wouldn’t have come, so it must be our Kanna? I wonder if she brought tofu. Does tofu even exist in this romance fantasy world? I’ve never eaten tofu dishes, so maybe it doesn’t exist. Still, if it’s Kanna, she definitely would have packed various things for my health.

I looked around the carriage interior with anticipation, but instead of our bright flower-like Kanna, I made eye contact with an old, fierce-looking grandfather.

“Ho, Hosa…?”

Count Ante, who had escorted me and peeked inside, was very confused and started to say the name before hastily covering his mouth. At Count Ante’s dumbfounded reaction, Hosaquin Duke glared fiercely and clicked his tongue.

“A half-wit who can’t even guard his own mouth properly.”

Before Count Ante could retort, the carriage departed. Wait, hold on. Where are my people, and why is only Hosaquin Duke sitting here alone?

“Sit.”

There was a strange pressure in Hosaquin Duke’s words. Like a student who listens well to the teacher, I sat down. This isn’t me being scared, it’s just dangerous to stand in a moving carriage, yeah.

“Seeing that you’re not even surprised, you must have already known I would come.”

Hosaquin Duke spoke while glaring at me.

I had no idea at all…

“I wonder.”

But thinking I shouldn’t show that I was intimidated, I replied as calmly as possible. Not surprised, my foot. How could I predict that the grandfather who throws wine glasses at his granddaughter would suddenly appear on my release day?

It’s just that Evangeline’s face is naturally poker-faced so it doesn’t show, but I’m so surprised right now that my heart escaped outside the carriage. That thing fluttering like a kite outside the window is my heart.

I was looking outside helplessly when a familiar carriage passed by in the opposite direction and stopped. That’s the Rohanson Viscount’s carriage! No wonder the Coachman’s face looked unfamiliar? I seemed to have boarded the wrong carriage. I just thought they hired a new coachman instead of Melek. I thought they removed all the Rohanson family emblems because they were too conspicuous.

Kids, I’m here! I almost really shouted but kept my mouth shut in case Hosaquin Duke threw something like last time.

Taking a moment to assess the situation, it seemed I had been kidnapped by my maternal grandfather.

“I didn’t expect Grandfather to come looking for me first.”

When we last parted, he said ‘You’re not my granddaughter. I can’t acknowledge you even if I die,’ spouting lines he’d say to a son-in-law to his granddaughter, acting like we’d never see each other again and cut ties forever, yet here he appeared first.

“You’ve become useful. It’s also repaying a debt since I owe Count Gabriel.”

Gabriel? Why is Gabriel suddenly mentioned?

Then I suddenly remembered what the knights were whispering before boarding the carriage. They said Hosaquin Duke had used his influence.

Rumors don’t arise for no reason, and from what he’s saying, it seems Hosaquin Duke really did help me get out of prison. And it looks like Gabriel asked him to.

Did Gabriel go to the grandfather who cracked his head? He really made tremendous efforts to get me out. I’m newly moved by this.

But since Gabriel worked so hard, the Duke seems to think it’s not profitable enough and plans to extract more compensation from me.

“Are we going to the Hosaquin Duke’s estate?”

“Yes. I’d appreciate it if you’d be quiet on the way.”

Wait, who talked more just now? He started the conversation first! As expected of a villain grandfather, his personality is exceptional. Still, knowing why Hosaquin Duke suddenly appeared to kidnap me and our destination made me feel much more at ease.

I was too flustered just now to even think about it, but I also have reliable bodyguards by my side.

“Pudding.”

When I called the name softly, Pudding responded. As if he had been hiding in the back of my dress, Pudding popped out. I picked up Pudding who was scratching at my dress and acting cute, asking to be lifted onto my lap.

“A cat?”

Hosaquin Duke frowned. Since it would seem strange to have a cat when I just got out of prison, I slightly changed Pudding’s origin story.

“I met him in prison and brought him along.”

“Picking up and raising just anything, that’s one thing you resemble Amaranth in.”

The Duke clicked his tongue as if displeased.

He denied so vehemently that I wasn’t his granddaughter and showed such distaste, yet seeing me now seems to remind him of his daughter. Thinking about it, I can see some resemblance. With such similar looks, it would be strange if his daughter didn’t come to mind.

No matter how I think about it, this was a sign that regret was beginning.

Most importantly, if he’s taking me to the Hosaquin Duke’s estate because I’ve become useful, that means I’ll be staying there for a while, right? Good, I’ve decided. While staying at the Duke’s estate, I’m going to create a real devastating family regret story.

I’ll make Hosaquin Duke regret the past and promise to treat Evangeline well from now on.

But just a thought that occurred to me…

The Duke’s words about ‘picking up and raising’ don’t possibly hint at Evangeline’s birth secret, do they? Since the Duke and I aren’t close enough to joke around, it probably wasn’t a joke about being picked up from under a bridge.

‘Then is Evangeline also an illegitimate child?’

The Male Lead has the setting of being illegitimate, so the characters overlap, but if the villainess fell for Gabriel because she saw herself in his similar circumstances, it might make sense… The author probably wanted to write a mutual salvation narrative.

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