My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 120

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If you can’t see clearly, Cat, I’ll explain it for you. It’s dark so it’s hard to see, but Sister Nigella seems to be eating something. Aha, this great detective Kiki has figured out what’s going on.

Sister Nigella came here to secretly eat a snack because she was too hungry. She’d get in trouble if caught. Phew. Fortunately, Mr. Marlow isn’t in the kitchen right now.

Eating something secretly by herself, Sister Nigella is really mean too. But I’m a good child, so I won’t tell Mother and Mr. Marlow.

Instead, I’ll ask if I can share some with her. Sister Nigella might be eating bell peppers, so I should first take a good look at what she’s eating.

What Sister Nigella is eating is…

…a rat?

C-Cat. Sister Nigella saw me.

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I was wondering where she’d been and what she’d been doing that she still hadn’t returned, but Pudding brought back a child.

Suddenly, some kid appeared in front of me with a poof. What is this, a spirit? Still unable to give up hope, I momentarily thought it was a spirit, but seeing a familiar cat nestled in the child’s arms, I realized Pudding had teleported.

The child, hugging Pudding tightly like a doll with a face covered in tears, looked at me and started hiccupping as if about to faint.

“Hic. De-demon…”

What? No, why are you calling me a demon while looking at me? I’m not a demon! I’m a villainess! I was indignant, but thinking that getting angry at a child would only hurt me, I decided to be the adult and endure it.

Pudding, tightly held in the child’s arms, sent rescue signals as if asking to be let out. But this time, I turned away from those pitiful eyes looking at me. If I took the cat away from a crying child, she’d cry even more sadly.

I’ve endured unfair treatment hundreds of times since the moment I set foot in this mansion. Pudding, you’re a bit more mature, so please bear with it. Pudding meowed in complaint.

“Pudding, who did you bring?”

“Ma-hic. It’s Mabuka.”

The answer came from elsewhere. Even while crying, she answered—how admirable. The sight of a sniffling, crying child holding a sulky cat was so adorable I could eat her up, making me laugh, but it seemed like the child might really faint at this rate, so I decided to comfort her first.

“Mabuka. Stop crying and want to eat some cookies?”

“Hic. Coo-cookies…?”

“Yes.”

Mabuka nodded vigorously while tears streamed down her face. I sat the child on the sofa and gave her cookies to eat. With something sweet in her mouth, she calmed down and the hiccupping stopped.

When she seemed to have calmed down, I asked why she had been crying.

“Mabuka, why were you crying? Did someone bully you?”

Mabuka shook her head with her cheeks puffed up like a hamster, full of cookies. She said something, but with her mouth full of cookies, only mumbling sounds came out, so she chewed and swallowed everything in her mouth.

She was about to hiccup again from eating too quickly. I immediately put tea in her hands. Mabuka skillfully took a few sips of tea, swallowed with a gulp, and opened her mouth again.

“I saw something scary…”

“What?”

As if the scary memory came back, tears welled up in Mabuka’s eyes again. Mabuka hung her head low and answered.

“A de-demon…”

No matter how I looked at it, she didn’t seem to be talking about me.

“Mabuka. It must be scary, but can you explain calmly?”

I gently encouraged her, trying my best to sound kind. Mabuka nodded while mercilessly pressing Pudding’s soft jelly pads. To make even a crying child stop crying—truly, Pudding’s power was worthy of being Rohan’s greatest healing totem.

“Hello.”

Mabuka folded her small body greatly and bowed in greeting. Pudding, nestled in her arms, got squeezed and whined.

“I’m Mabuka. Mother calls me Kiki.”

Kiki? That’s a perfectly fitting nickname. What excellent sense, but if I called her that, I’d probably look creepy smiling, so I decided to just use her name.

What Mabuka explained was from an omniscient child’s perspective, so it was a bit troublesome to understand, but grasping the situation wasn’t difficult. The news Mabuka brought was truly a big catch.

I should add a preface saying this story is a reconstruction of Mabuka’s account.

First, let me introduce her—Mabuka was the daughter of Rico, the butler. Rico had told her to use his position as a shield in case she was kidnapped or caught by thugs, but unfortunately, she was caught by priests under Bishop Marik.

The priests seemed to have used the child to extract internal information about the ducal family. Really, using a young child as a spy without any conscience?

Bishop Marik was massacring those who opposed the temple one by one under the pretext of suppressing heretics, and apparently viewed Duke Hosaquin unfavorably for helping me get pardoned.

Telling Mabuka to monitor the demon was all to frame and oppress Duke Hosaquin.

Here another problem emerges—the existence of Agera, the Duke’s wife.

In this world, medicine had completely declined due to the existence of holy water, a universal healing potion. People who weren’t affected by holy water were branded as cursed or heretical, and dementia was no exception.

Dementia couldn’t be cured with holy water either, so people avoided those afflicted, saying they were possessed by evil spirits. That’s why only the Duke came to the Crown Prince’s banquet.

However, since there weren’t few people with dementia, everyone kept quiet about it, but if the temple used Agera as an excuse and branded her a heretic, the situation would become complicated.

But… there was another problem here. This damn household—no matter how much you dig, there’s no end.

The second problem was the ‘rats.’ The rats I promised the Duke to exterminate. As Mabuka told me what she heard from her mother Rico, I realized they weren’t ordinary rats.

From a certain day, rats suddenly increased in the mansion, and no matter how many they killed, their reproduction rate was too strong. Then Gabriel came and taught them a method to deal with it first—soaking the rats in holy water.

So Gabriel was the culprit behind that horrific scene I witnessed…

That holy water worked means the rats were a kind of sorcery. I couldn’t tell if Bishop Marik deliberately spread them or if someone in the mansion secretly did it.

No wonder when I said I’d catch the rats, the Duke looked at me with a ‘you’re going to do that?’ expression. Couldn’t you have told me beforehand that they weren’t ordinary rats?

And here Mabuka witnessed another tremendous scene and told me about it.

This is where the demon Mabuka mentioned appears. I wondered why the child was so shocked, but Mabuka said she saw a maid named ‘Nigella’ swallowing rats whole. She was secretly watching the scene of someone swallowing rats whole when she got caught—I’d cry too if I were her.

Just hearing about it sounds suspicious, and incidentally, Nigella was the maid who drew back the curtains during teatime with Agera in the greenhouse. She’s advertising that she’s the culprit! Really.

Anyway, Mabuka did something great. I was so grateful that I gave her all the snacks Hazel had left. In return, she promised to brush her teeth well.

If it weren’t for Mabuka, I would have been blindsided by Bishop Marik again without knowing anything.

I need to hurry and resolve things before Bishop Marik targets the Hosaquin ducal family.

If I do well, I can save the ducal family, build favorability points with Rico, and solve the rat problem all at once, getting closer to the family regret storyline, right?

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“Bishop Marik. The child who brought news from the Hosaquin Duke’s mansion didn’t come today.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ve already heard about the Duchess’s condition.”

Saraka answered kindly. Curious about why the Duke, who had lived cutting ties with his granddaughter, suddenly took Evangeline’s side, he had placed many eyes near the mansion.

The information he could hear from those easily bought with money and quick to open their mouths was worthless. Surprisingly, useful internal affairs could be heard from the young child who was said to be the butler’s daughter.

Saraka was a merciful priest who didn’t dismiss even children’s testimonies lightly and respected them, so he heard everything the child said. He wondered why Duke Hosaquin suddenly stepped forward, and it was all because of the Duchess. The Duchess was possessed by evil spirits.

Though not as serious as other sins, it was information sufficient to hold her responsible as a heretic. For the whole family to be wicked beings—the Duke is truly pitiful. If the Duke could live abandoning his family like Saraka, he could decorate the end of his life gloriously.

But since the Duke was trying to abandon God directly, Saraka had no choice but to help him walk the right path. Now that he knew the Duke’s secret, the Hosaquin ducal family could be dealt with smoothly.

Saraka, who had been picturing future events, decided to put aside the Hosaquin ducal family’s affairs for now and focus on what was in front of him.

“Bishop. We have apprehended the sinners.”

At the knight’s words, Saraka looked down at three children who were bound hand and foot and forced to kneel on the floor. Though called sinners, the crime the three had committed wasn’t that great.

The three had apparently become somewhat curious about sorcery, which was prevalent these days, and ignoring their parents’ advice, conspired to secretly bring in someone calling himself a sorcerer to have their fortunes told.

If the Holy Knights hadn’t secretly followed the sorcerer and raided the scene, it would have been dismissed as momentary curiosity.

“Aria…”

Count Regur, standing quietly in the corner, called his daughter’s name helplessly.

The three had been bold enough to invite a sorcerer to a tea party. They had taken advantage of the fact that little attention would be paid to the young ladies’ small social gathering.

When the Holy Knights burst into the Count’s house, Count Regur shouted that the Holy Knights dared to abuse their authority in God’s name. If not for Bishop Marik’s reputation, he would never have allowed the intrusion.

Count Regur repeatedly emphasized to Saraka that his household members were absolutely unrelated to pagans, but upon seeing his daughter having her fortune told with a sorcerer, he turned pale with shock.

“Mother! These people are threatening me! Please save me quickly!”

When armed knights suddenly burst into the tea party and bound them, Aria, who had been holding her breath feeling guilty about bringing in the sorcerer, brightened upon seeing Count Regur.

Saraka let out a light sigh looking at Aria, who despite committing wicked acts, didn’t recognize her wrongdoing and thought the Count would save her.

“Count Regur. It seems Evangeline has been thoroughly bewitched by sorcery. She doesn’t even recognize what went wrong.”

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