My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 143

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“Kanna, don’t tease too much. You might get hurt.”

 

“Yes. I’ll be careful.”

 

Kanna answered with a gentle smile. Why? Why does our flower-like smiling Kanna feel so chilling? She hasn’t evolved into some kind of obsessive female lead following Gabriel’s example, has she?

 

“Miss?”

 

When I looked at her with suspicious eyes, Kanna tilted her head. Seeing her innocent face, all my worries melted away. Let’s put aside thoughts about Kanna and think about what I need to solve right now. What should I really do about the rats?

 

Rat traps? I’ve already set those up long ago. And absolutely no releasing cats other than Pudding. Our Pudding is a special cat, so it’s effective. If I release a bunch of ordinary cats, now the cats will get infected and the difficulty will skyrocket.

 

Is arson really the answer? Should I suggest to the Duke that he burn down the manor and spend his later years living in the estate?

 

While I was pondering, Pudding, who had disappeared, urgently reappeared.

 

“Lady Evangeline.”

 

“Yes?”

 

Pudding perked up his ears and called to me.

 

“The rats have disappeared. It seems like the clustered energy has merged back into one.”

 

Merged into one? Like tropical fish combining to pretend to be a giant rat? Or did they really merge like clay and evolve into some kind of giant rat? I’d prefer a cute electric rat if possible…

 

It’s good that I don’t have to worry about finding the rats, but suddenly skipping the normal difficulty and having the boss battle approach so closely made me very anxious. Maybe it’s like a rehearsal for Bishop Marik.

 

But I have Pudding by my side, who has a track record of even beating Azazel. For my mental and physical safety, I hugged Pudding tightly.

 

“Shall we go take a look at what happened?”

 

“Yes, Miss.”

 

Let’s really just go look and come back. That way I’ll know how to strategize. A giant rat after all? Or maybe a red mass like when it was first summoned…

 

As I was about to leave the room, I heard someone running urgently. Is the ‘rat’ about to attack directly? Without any preparation like this? I panicked, then relaxed when I saw Pudding staying calm. Someone must just be running around in the corridor. Just as I thought that, the door burst open. I was so startled my heart jumped.

 

“L-Lady…”

 

It was Hazel. Where did all that thorough and distant politeness she maintained go? She burst open the door without even knocking, and now seeing me standing in front of the door, she seems scared. Shocked, her legs gave out and Hazel collapsed while still holding the door handle.

 

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Hazel had fled. Had the corridor always been this long? No matter how much she ran, no matter how far she ran, the corridor wouldn’t get shorter.

 

Even running until she was breathless, she couldn’t escape from near the dining room. Even climbing the stairs led to the same floor. It was as if the Hosaquin Manor itself was twisted.

 

Hazel leaned against the wall, out of breath, trying to catch her breath. Was her heart pounding like it would burst because of running, or because she was paralyzed with fear?

 

She should have never gone to see Rico. She should have agreed when the other maids mocked her for being meddlesome. Hazel’s teeth chattered at the result of her good intentions. Stupid Hazel. As Hazel was berating herself, the sound of heels began to echo from far down the corridor.

 

Calm footsteps. At that sound, Hazel’s hair stood on end. Goosebumps rose on her spine. Already, had it already come after Hazel?

 

Hazel started running away again. But the corridor stretched endlessly. She couldn’t escape from her position while the sound of heels grew closer. She felt like she was losing her mind.

 

Frantically looking around, she opened a door that appeared before her and went inside. Hazel had been on the 2nd floor near the dining room, but when she opened the door and entered, she found herself in one of the servants’ quarters on the 3rd floor.

 

It was a room where servants stayed, but there was no sign of anyone. Everyone should be in their rooms at this time, but no one was there, which was very strange. However, she didn’t have time to worry about such things now.

 

She quickly crawled under the bed before anyone could see her. This way it won’t find her. It’ll be okay. Hazel tried to comfort herself.

 

Creak.

 

Soon the door opened. Was it the servant who used this room? Hidden under the bed, all Hazel could see were shoes at most. Hazel covered her mouth and held her breath.

 

“Ah, I’m tired…”

 

The voice from above wasn’t the butler’s. It must have been the room’s owner, not the butler. Just as Hazel was about to breathe a sigh of relief, footsteps strode inside. Hazel felt like crying. Her relief from just moments ago felt like a lie.

 

It wasn’t someone else.

 

The footsteps were the same. The same footsteps Hazel had heard in the corridor. She didn’t know why someone with the same footsteps as the butler was making a different voice, but if it was a demon, it would be entirely possible.

 

The shoes walked toward the bed where Hazel was hiding and leisurely walked around the area in a circle. She squeezed her eyes shut.

 

‘Please don’t notice me.’

 

She couldn’t breathe and her body trembled. At this rate, she felt like she’d suffocate to death. Meanwhile, the sound stopped. Did it leave? No. There was no sound of footsteps moving away. Then why did the sound stop now? Could it be watching under the bed? Hazel slowly opened her eyes.

 

‘…Hup.’

 

A moan escaped her lips involuntarily. Because for a moment, she had the illusion of making eye contact. Right. It was an illusion. A hallucination Hazel had created. Fortunately, when she opened her eyes, there was no one looking down under the bed making eye contact with her.

 

Instead, the bed above Hazel creaked.

 

“Hey, you’re Hazel, right?”

 

At the voice from above, Hazel gasped. This time the voice was definitely Rico’s. The demon possessing Rico’s body asked.

 

“You definitely saw what I ate, didn’t you?”

 

The butler said this while laughing gleefully.

 

Hazel had tried to leave the dining room after sprinkling holy water on Rico, but whether from loyalty, her steps wouldn’t move. Instead of running far away, she quietly returned and secretly peeked into the dining room through the crack in the door.

 

It was arrogance. Hazel had sprinkled holy water, and the demon possessing the butler’s body was in great pain, so she thought the demon would die soon. When the demon dies, I’ll have to save Lord Rico. That’s what she thought.

 

But rats began coming up from the ceiling, from the cracks in the floor. The rats devoured each other and devoured Rico. Rico also ate the rats. The sounds of crushing bones, chewing flesh, and drinking blood filled the dining room. The horrific scene was unforgettable. It was a scene from a feast.

 

“I told you to run away, so why did you keep watching? Rico asked me to tell you that.”

 

Hazel silently shed tears in despair.

 

She should have run away as he said. Then she wouldn’t have had to witness such a horrific scene directly like before.

 

“Rico being me can’t be discovered. So I can’t let you live.”

 

Hazel felt like this was really her end. How would she die? Would her body be gnawed away by rats?

 

The bed creaked. The demon had gotten down from the bed. And a hand suddenly reached under the bed. The strong grip grabbed Hazel’s ankle and pulled. Hazel struggled and dug her nails into the floor, writhing.

 

“I’m not tormenting you. Rather, I’m the one being tormented. You got hit by holy water too! We suffered together!”

 

The demon, kicked by Hazel’s foot, complained to itself.

 

“Ah, really! You said you’d help? If you keep being so insolent like this, I’ll kill Mabuka too!”

 

No, it wasn’t talking to itself but seemed to be having a conversation with a voice Hazel couldn’t hear. Hazel guessed that the other party was Rico. Yes, the butler hadn’t disappeared yet.

 

The demon had a long conversation with Rico about something, then released Hazel’s foot.

 

“Hey, Rico says not to kill you.”

 

The demon said this. Hazel recalled the scene where Rico, even while being possessed by the demon, didn’t lose his mind and told her to sprinkle holy water on him. Grateful to the butler, tears unknowingly fell drop by drop.

 

“Right. You’re too stupid to be helpful in being loved. So I’ll let you live.”

 

Was that really true? Hazel couldn’t believe the second chance at life that had come to her, and breathed in with an excited face. But regardless of her anxiety, the demon really left Hazel and exited the room.

 

‘Really letting me live like this?’

 

Didn’t it clearly say it couldn’t let her live because she saw Rico eating ‘rats’? Hazel stayed under the bed for a long time, trembling with fear that the demon might return at any moment.

 

But the demon really didn’t come back.

 

When the door opened again, her heart sank, but what entered through the door were several people. They were colleagues who used this room.

 

“Hazel, what are you doing in my room?”

 

She wondered if the demon was disguising its voice to deceive her like before, so she couldn’t answer quickly.

 

“Ah… Sorry, I was tired so I dozed off for a moment.”

 

Even though Hazel hadn’t answered, a voice came from somewhere else. It was definitely the same voice as Hazel’s. Then the bed right above creaked. Another presence she hadn’t noticed until now.

 

“Even so, how can you sleep in someone else’s room?”

 

“But it was hard to get to my room…”

 

“Really? Looking at your condition, you do seem sick. Shall I take you there?”

 

“Yes. I’d be grateful if you would.”

 

Someone, someone with Hazel’s voice, was having a conversation. Hazel just trembled with goosebumps all over her body.

 

Who was above? Who was imitating Hazel? No, this might be a trick to get Hazel out from under the bed. Hazel peeked outside through the gap below.

 

The ‘Hazel’ who came down from the bed left the room with her colleague’s support. From her outfit to her shoes, everything was exactly the same as Hazel’s.

 

It was definitely the demon’s doing. Instead of killing Hazel, it played a trick so that Hazel couldn’t go around telling Rico’s secret.

 

Hazel could only crawl out from under the bed after all her colleagues had fallen asleep. She had no strength in her body from facing the disaster. She was about to return to her room to rest when she stopped in place.

 

The room was out of the question. The room wouldn’t do. The fake ‘Hazel’ would be in the room. Then where should she go? Hazel felt a dizzying sensation as if she were drifting alone in a vast ocean. Then suddenly, someone came to mind.

 

A divine figure fluttering in pure white appeared in her thoughts. A light to follow had appeared before the drifter whose vision had been pitch black.

 

It didn’t matter that this light was not complete, but rather like an ominous solar eclipse that had risen due to the sun being obscured. The appearance of the moon blocking the sun soon transformed into a girl-like sculpture holding a parasol.

 

Under the blazing sunlight, monopolizing all the light in the world and shining white alone. Yet despite this, the noble Lady Rohanson who wielded a parasol, hid in the shade, and turned her back on the sun.

 

When looking into the elegant gaze of that pure and pristine person, one would be reminded with every exhaled breath of how worthless and inferior an existence they were. Fearing she might self-destruct by tormenting herself, Hazel had fled from Lady Rohanson’s side.

 

To Hazel, who tried to keep her distance, Evangeline had thoughtfully provided holy water. Now that she thought about it, Lady Rohanson had surely known in advance that hardship would befall Hazel.

 

She learned that Lady Rohanson’s maid had been saved and continued to live. Therefore, Lady Rohanson would help Hazel too. Hazel placed her hopes in Evangeline. The expectation Hazel came to hold was no different from a prayer offered to the Divine.

 

Evangeline Rohanson exists to be worshipped. She would be subjected to servitude. The words prophesied by the red-haired prophet were now clearly felt in the belly of the abyss.

 

The drifter who had found the direction to proceed had to row her oars. A faint light rose above the sea surface.

 

Hazel moved her feet.

 

The sound of shoe heels seemed to be following Hazel. Hazel ran. The heel sounds grew faster.

 

The sound of frantically running footsteps could be heard. The sound echoed and reverberated through the corridor. Though she didn’t look back, it felt as if countless people were chasing after Hazel. The footsteps were her own, but Hazel failed to realize this fact.

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