My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 15

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The footsteps that had been wandering around beyond the door, whetting his appetite, finally disappeared after a long while.

Andras, who had been given the ridiculous name Jelly by Evangeline, leaned his back against the doorframe and gasped for breath. Every time he coughed violently, he spat out internal organs and flesh in excruciating pain. His face was already a mess from blood flowing from his eyes, nose, and mouth without exception.

The wounds from being beaten by the cat had healed within a few hours, but his insides were completely ruined by the holy water Evangeline had fed him.

His tongue couldn’t withstand the water he had swallowed and burned away, while his esophagus melted and felt like his flesh was sizzling. Since it was the Sun God’s holy water, it felt similar to when he had been burned at the stake before.

The best Andras could do was repair his rapidly corroding body. If he hadn’t devoured several people before coming here, he would have died unable to keep up with the speed at which his body was deteriorating.

Damn cat bastard. He had only teased him about suddenly acting like an unsuitable pet, but he hadn’t expected him to get this angry.

And to think he would tell Evangeline to bring holy water. If it were Plauros, there might have been a chance to avoid it, but there was no way to escape from Evangeline’s grasp.

She hadn’t even gripped him tightly, yet instinct made his body freeze with the knowledge that he shouldn’t move. So even when the holy water was thrust at him, he had no choice but to obediently drink the poison.

The thing that had entered Evangeline Rohanson’s body was very strange indeed.

While it seemed to act human-like to match the human skin it wore, it actually made no effort to hide its own eeriness.

Because it was a being beyond comprehension, just looking at it made him breathless and afraid. Making Andras submit and making Plauros act coquettish like a cat—was such a thing possible unless one were a god? However, that thing could never be a god.

Whoever summoned it had called forth something truly remarkable.

Despite their companionship spanning several centuries, Plauros seemed uninterested whether Andras bled or vomited flesh. Feeling spiteful for no reason, he had been stubbornly staying by the door when told to go outside.

That cat bastard wouldn’t even let him sit on Evangeline’s sofa because of the smell of blood, yet there he was lying comfortably—it was disgustingly irritating.

“Be quiet.”

As if that wasn’t enough, he even got angry at him for groaning in pain, calling it noisy. Who brought the holy water in the first place? He was dying because of him, yet that heartless bastard was only worried about Evangeline hearing the noise and having her sleep disturbed.

Plauros, who had cast off his cat disguise, was so graceful that one might mistake him for a descending angel, speaking only of his appearance. His curly blonde hair that seemed like it would melt in sunlight and his sugar-powder-like skin were beautiful enough to please even Andras’s discerning eyes.

If he had to find one flaw, it would be the messily embroidered collar. Though he himself seemed quite fond of it.

Plauros rubbed his face against Evangeline’s hand as if he were a real cat. It was a sight that appeared quite affectionate at first glance. It would have been even better if not for the hundreds of thousands of eyes that bloomed like mold on the surrounding ceiling and floor.

Because of the eyes sprouting everywhere, to Andras this place looked not like a room but like the inside of a living creature. It wasn’t for nothing that the cat’s scent had been wafting from far away.

Those eyes gazed solely at Evangeline. For her to tolerate such a disgusting sight, Evangeline seemed to cherish Plauros quite dearly.

Just then, all the eyes turned in unison to look at Andras. No, was it beyond the door? As he was wiping his blood-stained mouth, the door opened very quietly. Through the small gap, yellow eyes were visible.

“Mr. Jelly. It’s too noisy for me to sleep.”

The voice coming from beyond the door was Kanna’s.

Kanna looked around the room, then seeing Evangeline sleeping, lowered her voice. Whether she didn’t want to wake Evangeline, it was whispered very quietly.

Andras’s gasping sounds of pain could be heard very clearly in the room directly below. Unable to bear the noise between floors, Kanna had spent some time outside, but when she returned and still heard the crying sounds, she had come up to Evangeline’s room.

Kanna couldn’t bring herself to enter the room without the young lady’s permission and voiced her complaint from beyond the door.

“My sister is scared, so could you please be quiet?”

The Rohanson Manor at night was particularly resonant with sound. Hena was covering her ears against the endless groaning sounds. While worrying ‘what if your voice sounds like crying,’ she kept asking Kanna to talk to her from time to time.

Andras felt conflicted about being ignored even by humans now, then reminded himself that Kanna was a human Evangeline particularly cherished and summoned his patience.

As expected of someone chosen by Evangeline Rohanson, this one wasn’t quite right in the head either. He had thought her nerves were thick from the start, seeing how she walked around normally despite seeming to have sight, but now she was asking someone vomiting blood to be quiet. This was the second time he’d heard such words today, after that Plauros bastard.

At this point, he felt like he was the criminal for being in pain.

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Ah… I had sleep paralysis. Why are there ghosts in a romance fantasy world? I didn’t feel like I slept properly, listening to a ghost sobbing by the door all night. Because of my restless sleep, I woke up late again today.

Actually, today wasn’t the only day I woke up late. Since possessing this body, I’ve become lazy and always wake up when the shadows are shortest. I reached for my phone to check the time, realized it wasn’t there, sat up to check the desk clock, then lay back down.

I was doubting whether I was still in a dream when I felt the warmth of the cat by my pillow and realized this was reality. But still, it doesn’t have the weight of reality. It’s not a dream, but it’s just a world made of letters, so it’s not much different.

Yeah. Let’s not think too deeply about it. I’ll get homesick at this rate. It’s not like there’s a way to go back anyway.

After tossing and turning for a while, I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I just got up.

“Pudding, good morning.”

“Did you sleep well?”

I greeted Pudding, but the answer came from somewhere else. I had definitely told him to sleep on the sofa, but somehow Jelly had crawled onto the bed and was wagging his tail beside me.

“Get down right now.”

“Why do you only give that guy special treatment?”

Jelly threw a tantrum asking why he and Pudding were treated differently, saying he wanted to sleep on the bed too. Well, of course Pudding gets different treatment because he’s a child.

When I asked Jelly yesterday if Pudding could also transform into a human, he replied asking if I didn’t know that. I felt embarrassed for having doted on Pudding thinking he was just a cat, so I briefly avoided and kept my distance, but Pudding was so hurt that I decided to be close again. Though I can’t do things like patting his bottom like before.

But unlike Jelly, Pudding couldn’t speak human language well, so fortunately he seemed to be a rather young beastman. I’m really glad I wasn’t patting a grown man’s butt.

“Get along well.”

Since I woke up in this body without any warning, I’m guessing I’ll similarly disappear suddenly. I felt sorry thinking that Pudding would lose his caretaker when I return, but it’s fortunate that he’s a beastman. Since Jelly is also a beastman, he’ll take good care of him.

From spending a day together, Jelly definitely didn’t seem like the male lead. I suspected him because he was good-looking, but rather than a male lead, he’s more like… a sub-male character at best? Actually, he’s just like a pet. Is saying this species discrimination? Am I a species discriminator…

Knock knock

As I was despairing, there was a knocking sound at the door.

“Miss. It’s Kanna.”

“Come in.”

The door opened and reddish curly hair similar to the cherry blossoms in the garden filled my vision.

I could see the optical illusion of flower petals fluttering that you’d only see on romance fantasy covers. It felt like my wounded heart was being healed. Is this the quality of a romance fantasy heroine?

“Miss. Look at this!”

Kanna was proudly wearing the name tag I had embroidered on her clothes. Even though I made it, it really looks terrible. Isn’t that hieroglyphics? My heart warmed that Kanna liked even something like that.

As Kanna and I sat chatting, Hena brought food. Even though Jelly had started freeloading, only Kanna and I ate meals together. Jelly left with Pudding, saying he’d go eat and come back.

“I hope he doesn’t come back again if possible.”

Watching Jelly’s back as he disappeared like a vagrant, Kanna said quietly.

Kanna had been wary of Gabriel too, but she seemed to simply dislike Jelly. At first when she thought Jelly was a wolf, she seemed to find him somewhat cute, but as soon as he transformed into a human, her eyes became fierce. It seemed like Kanna and Jelly had gotten off on the wrong foot because I discovered Jelly first.

“There’s still no word from Sir Gabriel.”

“Right.”

I thought he’d handle it well since he’s the male lead, but I’m somehow anxious.

Hurry up and clear my name and give me innocence! You ask if the male lead might fail since there’s no contact? Not at all! That’s ridiculous. How capable are romance fantasy male leads!

Romance fantasy male leads can easily retrieve heroines who fled at full speed without even putting GPS on them, can frame and execute a duke’s daughter who shakes the empire’s power with a single word, and anyway, if they lack ability, they’re not male leads.

Crown princes or dukes can be somewhat lacking in ability since they have money and power, but Gabriel is a knight commander, right? Then if he lacks ability, he’s out. There’s a reason why knights are mostly sub-male characters.

Huh?

Wait. Come to think of it, Gabriel could be a sub-male character too!

The crown prince of this other world is middle-aged and there’s no grand duke, so I just assumed he was the male lead based on his face alone, but thinking about it, knights were more famous as sub-male characters.

Since I’ve only lived as a shut-in hikikomori after possessing this body, it’s possible I haven’t met the male lead yet.

Gabriel and Kanna seem to have already fallen in love, but why am I analyzing this now? That’s because…

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