My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 148

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Jelly roamed through the manor with his injured body. The sofa where he used to lie leisurely, wagging his tail and catching cookies that Evangeline threw to him, had collapsed in flames. The curtains he had clawed at like a real pet were now engulfed in fire.

Once again spitting out a clot of blood that rose from within, he rescued Daisy and Dolline. He thought it was over, but when Daisy insisted on going back to find her younger siblings and crawled into the flames, he had no choice but to enter the manor again.

Jelly faced the blazing flames with his entire body like the sun. ‘They’ despised fire and water. The flames, like Rahel’s incarnation, were sacred flowers that would burn them to death. The holy water that was Rahel’s tears was poison that would melt and drown them.

Humans were primitive beings who received God’s unconditional love that we could never possess.

But Evangeline was different. Was the sun the only thing that shone in the sky? Though our light had fallen, even on this ugly earth, light still shines.

Had he tasted the gentle warmth crackling from the walls instead of fire that melted skin? Had he been brushed with fragrant oil that burst at his nose tip and tickled his heart, instead of water that burned his body? The sensation of being loved by the absolute was so special that it was impossible to sever. That’s why humans were obsessed with the sun god.

What about sweet names like Jelly and Pudding? It seems our master thinks of us as sugar confections. There’s a reason why Plauros acts so uncharacteristically cat-like, meowing around.

Jelly couldn’t act cute and bark like that. Instead, he knew what he had to do. Not killing primitive humans, not eating primitive humans, and saving primitive humans.

Damn, she really cares about people. Could it be that our master is actually the sun god? How dare he compare the light that fell to earth with the sun god. If the manor’s people who knew that Evangeline saw them as mere objects found out, they would be shocked.

Jelly repeatedly threw humans outside the fire until no one remained in the manor, eventually becoming damaged beyond repair.

Hena bit her nails as she watched Jelly, whose flesh had mostly melted away revealing bone, still struggling to save people. Why on earth was that thing saving people?

His handsome features that would have been praised for their good looks had melted in the fire, and he was limping on one leg, perhaps injured by falling timber. Blood traced his path with every movement.

If he were human, he would have died long ago from blood loss and pain. Moving with a form worse than a corpse proved that he was truly a demon.

But how strange it was. That he was saving the manor’s people in that condition… Hena felt more like a monster than that demon.

Amidst the screams and cries of people creating a scene of chaos, only Hena remained calm.

“It hurts, my arm. My arm!”

“Olive! Breathe slowly.”

Olive was coughing from the thick smoke, gasping for air, while Yago’s eyes were red and streaming with tears. Lantana was screaming and writhing from burns. Having lived in the manor together, Hena knew all their names.

“Yulma! Yulma is still inside!”

“Sister, please don’t go! You’ll get hurt too!”

“Yulma, Yulma…!”

Daisy tried to throw herself into the flames, saying a child from the same orphanage was still in the manor.

This is why… this is why… it felt like she had become the bad person.

However, the emotion that briefly surfaced in Hena was easily rationalized by Bishop Marik’s blessing of oblivion. The broken Jelly and the dazed Azazel, who hadn’t fully grasped the situation, were led by Hena and safely handed over to Bishop Marik.

The elaborate but vulgar imposter had disappeared in the meantime. Since several people had witnessed that Evangeline was the culprit, the imposter’s usefulness was over, so Hena felt no regret.

Jelly continued to drain his strength until he reached his limit and could no longer move, collapsing. Having collapsed and lost the strength to resist, Jelly was handed over to Bishop Marik who came after receiving Hena’s contact. Bishop Marik was delighted that Hena had done something very significant.

Hearing this, Jelly cursed at Hena, asking how she dared betray their master and telling her they’d meet in hell.

Jelly, a demon who had become a hostage, felt momentarily ashamed. Should he just die? That Plauros fellow would tell him to drink holy water and commit suicide if it would harm Lady Evangeline. After brief consideration, Jelly decided to extend his miserable life a little longer.

After all, he was caught while saving people, so wouldn’t his incredibly strong master come to rescue him? It was a choice based on faith that had no evidence but absolute certainty.

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Saraka, who received urgent news from Hena, immediately set out for the Rohanson Estate with Muzeta and the knights.

“Hurry.”

“Yes, Bishop Marik.”

Saraka urged the coachman.

What Hena had sent was a letter saying she would use Evangeline to set fire to the Rohanson Estate tonight, asking them to capture her on that charge. It was quite obvious who had inspired the work of burning the manor and all its people for purification. It was based on Saraka’s massacre.

“How hasty.”

Saraka’s mood was very low, having been interrupted while enjoying pleasant conversation with Bishop Marik. Therefore, Saraka criticized Hena’s rashness.

Saraka hadn’t asked her to commit arson. Even without setting fires, there were plenty of charges to frame Evangeline with. Yet Hena had acted so hastily, probably because of her sister named Kanna.

Saraka had won over Hena, who was close to Evangeline, and planted her like a spy to obtain information about Evangeline. Thanks to this, she obtained quite beneficial information such as Azazel’s whereabouts and Evangeline’s handwriting, but what Saraka heard most about was stories concerning Kanna.

Kanna, the maid favored by Evangeline Rohanson. That child was Hena’s weak spot.

She had heard that after a big fight with Hena recently, Kanna had left the manor. With the sister she was obsessively attached to absent, Hena’s anxiety reached its peak. Perhaps because of this, she had been impatient to get her sister back and seemed to have committed arson on her own without Saraka’s orders.

Or it could be a side effect of the drugs she had been feeding Hena. Hena had been half-broken from the first time she met Saraka. Saraka had further incited Hena. If Azazel had been there, it would have been easier to pierce through and control her, but since he wasn’t nearby, she had no choice but to borrow the power of other tools.

The drug’s effect worked very well. She had also provided holy water, so there were no poisoning symptoms. Hena came to firmly believe through hallucinations and madness that a monster had taken over her sister’s shell, just like Evangeline Rohanson. The story that Evangeline Rohanson had come back to life at the funeral was something Saraka had heard before. Thanks to this, she could easily brainwash Hena.

Of course, to Saraka, whether Evangeline was a demon or not wasn’t that important. Whatever kind of being she was, only the fact that she would complete Saraka as Bishop Marik mattered. Evangeline had to become the most wicked and vicious being and be purged. Only then would Bishop Marik’s great work shine.

“Bishop, we have arrived.”

Saraka got out of the carriage with the escort of holy knights.

“This is…”

What Saraka witnessed upon arrival was a fiercely burning building and servants who had barely escaped the flames, gasping for breath.

Even though many people remained inside the still-burning manor, none of the knights asked whether to suppress the flames. Instead, they surrounded the manor where flames were rising fiercely.

“It looks like not even bones will remain.”

Someone described the scene before them in a passionate tone.

Saraka stood behind the holy knights, admiring the ecstatic scene that seemed to have transplanted a cross-section of hell. It was sacred fire punishing evil. It would have been more enjoyable to see with the naked eye, but right now, at this moment, the veil covering her vision was very regrettable.

Though it was very displeasing that Hena had acted on her own without Saraka’s orders, the result was seeing such a masterpiece-like scene, so it wasn’t entirely bad.

While Saraka watched, it was a man with black curly hair who was rescuing the people of the Rohanson Estate. His face and body had skin melted away as if doused with poison, revealing red flesh underneath, and from going in and out of the flames several times, his clothes were burning away and he was covered in soot, looking near death.

The only things that remained intact were his two eyes.

His heterochromatic golden eyes recognized the outsider who was enjoying watching this situation and flashed fiercely. The man protectively sent the children behind him, away from Saraka’s gaze. How dare a demon pretend to protect humans.

If she hadn’t heard about him from Hena beforehand, she might have forgotten that this person who seemed so caring was actually a demon who defied the sun god.

The demon’s continued rescue efforts seemed like watching a farce, and Saraka couldn’t overcome her displeasure and stepped into the Rohanson Estate.

With the master absent, no one stopped Saraka. The sun god’s believers remaining in the manor thought Bishop Marik had personally come to save them from the flames, so they clasped their hands and prayed toward Saraka. Hena emerged from the crowd.

“…Bishop.”

The loyal knights blocked Saraka’s front and pointed their swords at Hena, then stepped aside when Saraka gestured. Even so, they didn’t let go of their swords, ready to strike down Hena’s neck the moment Saraka gave the order. It was blind obedience that didn’t even consider that the opponent was just a young girl.

Considering how many lives the knights had taken recently, adding one more nail on top of the sacrificed corpses wouldn’t make the scale any heavier. Moreover, since such killing was absolved in God’s name and even elevated the temple’s honor, what was there to hesitate about?

So what Saraka needed to worry about immediately wasn’t the knights, but the maid with a sword at her throat. Hena tried to grab Saraka’s hem.

“I have something to tell Bishop Marik. First, I am… Hena Greenwood, a maid of Evangeline Rohanson.”

At the mention of being Evangeline’s close servant, the knights’ eyes became even sharper. There were few who didn’t hold hostility toward Evangeline, who had been suspected of assassinating the Crown Prince and had enchanted Gabriel, the captain of the Pararos Knight’s Hall, bringing shame to the temple. Moreover, the rumors about Evangeline circulating in society were particularly vicious.

“There’s no need to listen to what the Rohanson lady’s maid has to say.”

“No. I’ll hear what she wants to say.”

Saraka gestured for her to speak.

“Yes. Sister.”

Since there were many watching eyes, Saraka knelt down like a merciful believer.

“Bishop, the ground is dirty!”

The knights tried to dissuade Saraka, but they also looked at the bishop with respect for lowering her posture for a mere maid. Saraka was very pleased with those gazes.

“Bishop. The fire…, I set the fire…”

Hena began her confession, stammering. However, her voice was so small that only Saraka could hear it. She didn’t really want to reveal it to others.

Saraka wanted to mock Hena. Look at her, having betrayed her master and set fire, yet trembling with fear that someone might be seriously hurt by what she did and blood might stain her hands. The laughter wouldn’t stop.

Saraka whispered in Hena’s ear.

“You did very well.”

Laughter leaked from her voice, but the mentally disturbed maid didn’t notice.

“Really? Did I help the Bishop, help the sun god?”

Hena looked at Saraka desperately. Saraka knew very well what answer Hena wanted. Occasionally, those who participated in massacring heretics would have nightmares and lose sleep. They would come to Saraka, unable to bear their guilt, and confess their sins.

Saraka always responded kindly to them. They suffered because they thought they had killed people. But heretics were vile things that shouldn’t be treated like people.

Such weak anguish was due to insufficient faith in God. The comfort from Bishop Marik, the sun god’s beloved and merciful one, penetrated deeply into such people. Those who received comfort no longer considered the deaths of heretics significant.

Saraka comforted the maid. She needed to testify, so she couldn’t appear to have mental problems.

Bishop Marik took some time to tell Hena only the sweet words she wanted to hear.

“As faithfully as Hena follows Lady Rahel, Kanna’s sins will be lessened.”

So don’t fear committing sins. At Saraka’s words, Hena was greatly relieved.

While holding and comforting Hena, an intruder burst in.

“Bishop, the Pararos Knight’s Hall has arrived.”

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