My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 13

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And the subordinate grabbed her arm with a strong grip before Daisy could say anything.

Daisy tried to shake off his arm, but the subordinate’s strength was unexpectedly too strong. There had been many rumors about Priest Berga, but she had never heard stories of him being this forceful.

No matter how great Priest Berga’s position was in the monastery, there were still public eyes watching. Perhaps he thought it didn’t matter since Daisy had no backing.

They were already in front of Priest Berga’s room. A subordinate who had been standing guard in front of the priest’s room grinned wickedly when he saw Daisy.

“You really brought her.”

“Where’s the priest?”

“He’s still out of his mind. He keeps muttering to himself alone – I think he’s gone crazy.”

“Don’t say such blasphemous things.”

“You’re the one being more blasphemous, bastard. Getting all horny. You think the priest will return to normal just by seeing her?”

“It’s possible.”

From their conversation, Daisy realized that Priest Berga had never actually summoned her.

The subordinate opened the door and shoved Daisy inside. Daisy frantically tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn’t open as if someone was holding it from outside.

“We’ll let you out once the priest’s condition improves.”

She heard the subordinate’s words from beyond the door. Daisy let go of the doorknob. A sense of helplessness filled her entire body. She felt like tears would overflow, but she bit her lip.

If Priest Berga hadn’t summoned her, she might be lucky enough to just go back.

But what was Priest Berga doing? What kind of condition was this person who always asserted such authority in, that he would let the subordinates act so freely?

Daisy stepped further inside. Priest Berga’s room seemed twice as wide as the rooms other monks used. She could hear groaning sounds from inside. Or was it panting?

And the moment Daisy saw Priest Berga’s appearance, she unconsciously stepped backward.

This was a completely unexpected situation.

Priest Berga was on the floor with his head down, drawing pictures. Several sheets of paper were crumpled, and overturned ink had stained the floor black.

He wasn’t even dipping the ink properly, so the pictures drawn on the paper sometimes looked like he had just pressed down on the paper.

Though the form wasn’t clear, Daisy recognized what was drawn on the paper at a glance. How could she not know? That was the same pattern that thing wearing Miss’s skin had been drawing.

“I need to complete the hidden part. Is it this? This seems right…”

Even though Priest Berga was making such a commotion, he didn’t seem to notice that Daisy had entered.

Priest Berga’s hands moved busily. Daisy stood behind him, staring down at him quietly. Her breathing became labored. It felt like she had returned to when she was secretly peering into the storage room on the 4th floor of the Rohanson Estate. It seemed like that indescribable thing would emerge from the summoning circle on the floor at any moment, just like before.

If I leave this alone, he’ll really summon those eyes again.

No. He can’t complete that. How did I manage to escape from there? I can’t see those eyes again. I have to stop him… I have to stop him.

Daisy looked for a way and picked up the statue of Rachel that was right next to her. The stone carved with the god was quite heavy. Daisy raised both hands high and brought them down.

A dull vibration resonated through her fingertips.

The priest collapsed forward. When Daisy let go, the sculpture of the sun god Rachel fell to the floor and broke in half. Red liquid stained the white robes of the broken Rachel.

Blood flowing from the priest’s head began to soak the drawing. Before Daisy could even realize it, the blood filled in the colors of the drawing like flowing through waterways along the marks pressed by the pen.

“What have I, what have I done…”

Daisy gasped as she became aware of the carnage she had created. I, I was just trying to stop him.

What if this gets discovered? Killing a priest was a much deeper sin than killing anyone else. Because it meant daring to kill someone who received God’s love. If caught, she would be executed.

“I need to run away…”

But this was the 4th floor, so she couldn’t jump down. Two subordinates were guarding outside the door. There was nowhere to escape. Unless someone helped her.

“Shall I help you?”

Suddenly she heard a whispering voice in her ear.

When Daisy trembled and glanced around, a man who shouldn’t exist was right next to her with gleaming eyes. A red tongue flickered between sharp teeth. Swamp-like black hair filled Daisy’s entire field of vision.

“Shh. You need to be quiet.”

The man covered Daisy’s mouth with his hand. Daisy even stopped breathing.

“Hey. There was some noise – what’s going on?”

“Why are you asking me that? Just pretend you don’t know and leave it alone.”

“Ah…”

Whether they understood each other about the loud noise that had just occurred, the door never opened. When the man’s hand fell away, Daisy exhaled the breath she had been holding. As oxygen filled her lungs, her dazed mind returned. The man stared down at Daisy quietly, then tilted his head.

“I came because I smelled that guy’s scent, but why are you alone?”

“That guy… you mean?”

“Don’t you know? That guy with many eyes. He’s called Plauros.”

At the mention of eyes, Daisy’s body trembled. Could the eyes the man was talking about be referring to ‘that thing’ I saw at the Rohanson Estate?

“Guess you don’t know? I have business with that guy. You’ll need to take me to him.”

Daisy shook her head. Go back there? Absolutely not.

“Can’t help it. You already made a wish, didn’t you? I came out for a cheap price, so you should at least do that much to make it worth it.”

A wish? When Daisy looked puzzled, the man flicked his finger. At the same time, the dead priest began to rise.

That scene reminded her of when Evangeline came back to life. The nightmare of that day was repeating itself, becoming even more terrible.

“Ugh. By the way, you offered something like that as a sacrifice? Unless someone’s as hungry as me, they wouldn’t even look at it.”

The man looked at the priest’s corpse and dry heaved. Perhaps because of his lighthearted attitude, the scene of making the corpse move seemed almost comical.

“There. Now I’ve made that thing move, so it’s your turn to escape.”

Before Daisy could resist, the man snapped his fingers.

When she came to her senses, Daisy was standing in the forest outside the monastery. In the place where Daisy and the man had disappeared, in the room messy with blood and ink, the priest sat blankly in place. Surely if you looked inside it, it would be completely empty.

“Oh right. I forgot the after-service.”

And like someone who had forgotten something when going out, the man who returned again passed by the priest and opened the door. Before the two subordinates guarding outside could panic at the strange figure, lines appeared on their necks and their heads fell off with a thud.

The strange thing was that instead of collapsing, the headless ones picked up their severed heads rolling on the floor and placed them back on each other’s necks.

“Perfect. Yes, very good.”

The man disappeared with satisfaction. The fact that the two severed heads had been reattached incorrectly wasn’t particularly important.

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“…What you’re looking for should be in there.”

Daisy said, pointing to the Rohanson Estate. The man who confirmed the estate through the carriage window looked at Daisy appraisingly, then nodded. Since he had asked her to guide him to the destination, he seemed to acknowledge that Daisy didn’t need to go all the way to the Rohanson Estate with him.

“That’s right. The smell is strong. Did he set up house there?”

“…Probably.”

If the eyes the man was talking about seemed to not leave the Rohanson Estate, then that was correct.

Daisy wanted to get away from here immediately. She wanted to get away from the Rohanson Estate as quickly as possible in case the eyes might watch her again, and she wanted to escape from that man who looked fresh and kind on the outside.

That was a monster Daisy had summoned. Daisy felt suffocated just by the fact that the mistake she had made was walking around alive.

The deal with the man ended here. He said he had business with those eyes, so once that was finished, he would probably go back on his own.

Surely he wouldn’t stay here permanently, right?

She didn’t know how many people he had killed while coming here with the man. Calling it a feast after a long time, he cut people’s throats to kill them, and with some kind of sick hobby, he reattached those heads again.

People who should have died were walking around perfectly fine after rising again, like Priest Berga. If not for the red line across their necks, they would have been indistinguishable from ordinary people.

Finding the eyes, and perhaps this man had also revived Miss Evangeline? No, the man didn’t know about the Rohanson Estate.

“Call me again if you need help. Next time I’ll charge the proper price though.”

The man waved his hand casually as he got off the carriage. Through the small window, his retreating figure was visible. Where the man was heading, there was a cherry blossom tree in full bloom. That tree still hadn’t shed its flowers even after Miss died hanging from it.

“Where shall I take you?”

The coachman asked.

“Where shall I take you?”

The coachman twisted his neck to look at Daisy. The sight was so eerie that Daisy swallowed dryly.

“Where shall I take you?”

When Daisy didn’t answer, the same question continued repeating with unchanged tone and speed. Was he planning to keep asking until he got an answer? Daisy glanced at the red line across the coachman’s neck.

Daisy reflected on that nightmarish day and today, then decided on a destination.

“To the Temple.”

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“Save me!”

I encountered a talking black wolf. I should capture it with a flying kick… no, that’s not right.

Was it injured? If it hadn’t been talking, I would have thought it was just a wild animal being hunted.

But it did talk, didn’t it?

All the romance novels I’d read flashed through my mind. I had suspected it from the spirits appearing and the strangely bleak setting, but this novel really seemed to be a somewhat older work. Why?

That’s a werewolf… A talking black wolf? I don’t even need to think about anything else. It’s like a mathematical formula.

The Male Lead is probably Gabriel, so then is this guy a sub-male lead? Suspicions bubbled up abundantly.

I could roughly guess the plot too…

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