My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 151

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People didn’t know the detailed circumstances, but they keenly realized that Gabriel was the reason they were dying. Humans facing death sometimes became this perceptive.

“We escaped the flames only to have our heads cut off? I, I don’t want to die!”

“Please, spare us.”

“You’re a knight, aren’t you…? Please, save us.”

And they knew well how to earn Gabriel’s sympathy. People begged Gabriel for their lives. Due to his childhood trauma, Gabriel couldn’t easily refuse those who sought help. He saw his younger self and dying friend overlapping with them. The world had called Gabriel’s shallow convictions good.

“Captain… These are the ones who spoke ill of Lady Rohanson. Can’t we just let them die?”

“Shut up, Michel!”

Rafaela scolded Michel, who was spouting nonsense even in this situation, and grabbed Gabriel’s shoulder.

“Captain. Even if you choose them now, Lady Rohanson will understand. She’s particularly soft toward those within her circle.”

Rafaela’s words were merely dressed up to sound good. It was persuasion wrapped very well with ribbon strings. The flaw was that one couldn’t know what the actual contents would be like. Would Evangeline really understand Gabriel’s choice?

“Captain. It’s fine if you save the people as you wish.”

Rafaela’s voice overlapped with Bishop Marik’s. Gabriel felt suffocated.

Why? His loyal adjutant seemed to believe without doubt that Gabriel would choose the many people rather than Evangeline. Rafaela was comforting him in case Gabriel felt any guilt about abandoning the young lady.

But unfortunately for Rafaela… the choice Gabriel wanted to make was Evangeline.

Yes. Gabriel wanted to choose Evangeline even though he had just witnessed three people die. The convictions Gabriel had built became utterly useless before her. Evangeline had become Gabriel’s new guideline.

In any situation, choosing Evangeline seemed like it would lead him to the right answer. Because the hand she extended to him remained like salvation. Gabriel realized he was no different from Michel, who was considered mad.

Above all, Gabriel didn’t want to betray Evangeline, even if she would understand.

Saraka read the answer in Gabriel’s silence.

“The Count Gabriel I’ve seen so far would have chosen the many people without long deliberation.”

And she was greatly impressed. Really, what method had Evangeline Rohanson used to captivate Gabriel so thoroughly? She was indeed worthy of being the adversary Saraka had chosen.

“Ah! How wonderful it would have been if that unwavering faith were for Lady Rahel. If you had been blessed, would that devotion have reached the divine?”

But soon she answered herself. Bishop Marik, who dominated Saraka’s beliefs, would say this.

“No. The almighty Lady Rahel must have known early on that you would choose Lady Rohanson and removed her blessing.”

Saraka spoke with intent to condemn, but to Gabriel it came as unexpected praise.

That Gabriel was cursed because he was destined to meet Evangeline – absurdly, those words sounded incredibly fateful. If Gabriel’s unwelcome past existed to be saved by Evangeline…

Perhaps Gabriel’s life, which had only repeated abandonment, had gained some value.

Gabriel chose Evangeline through his silence. However, he couldn’t turn away from the people of the manor either. Though he didn’t choose them, if Saraka ordered the knights to massacre them, Gabriel would gladly lay down his life to stop it.

Saraka lost interest in Gabriel’s consistent attitude.

“How boring.”

What was revealed in that moment was Saraka’s true nature. Saraka was disgusted that she had briefly removed Bishop Marik’s mask and tried to leave quickly.

No one would have noticed, but she couldn’t tolerate it herself. Indeed, because she hadn’t killed Evangeline yet, because she hadn’t achieved Bishop Marik’s level of accomplishment, she couldn’t perfectly imitate him.

“I’ll respect your wishes, Count.”

And very fortunately for Gabriel, Saraka really had no intention of massacring the entire manor. According to Hena, even if not Gabriel, they would be useful hostages for Evangeline.

They would also be useful for testifying that Evangeline was a demon.

“I’ll give you a different choice, Count.”

Instead, Saraka said she would punish Gabriel this time. She planned to make Gabriel testify that Evangeline was a demon, driving a wedge between them and not giving Evangeline the ally that was Gabriel.

Since the discord had failed, she at least needed to subdue Gabriel so he couldn’t interfere. She couldn’t kill him because his bloodline was useful. Wasn’t it a good move to shake the Emperor?

“It’s fine to subdue him somewhat excessively. Count Gabriel is a holy knight, so no matter how injured he gets, he can be healed.”

She said this knowing that holy water didn’t work on Gabriel.

Gabriel was subdued by Bishop Marik’s knights with the nerves in his wrists and ankles severed.

Fortunately for Gabriel, this choice was much easier. Because among everything in the world, Gabriel himself was the most worthless.

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The fierce flames that seemed to devour the Rohanson Manor died down before long. In the meantime, additional knights were brought in as reinforcement, and the Rohanson Manor was surrounded without gaps.

The hostages of the Rohanson Manor were also very usefully employed to restrain Gabriel, who valued human life. Thanks to this, Saraka could very easily take custody of the demon.

“Bind that man and load him into the carriage.”

“Yes, Bishop.”

At Saraka’s instruction, Jelly was bound. It would have been good if he had killed the knights and escaped, but whether his strength was depleted or the holy water was particularly effective, the demon was meekly tied up and loaded into the carriage. His golden eyes looking at Saraka were menacing.

‘Why isn’t he resisting?’

Saraka tried to guess the reason.

By inference, if he went on a rampage now, it would provide evidence for the suspicion that Evangeline commanded demons. And in the first place, with his body greatly damaged by holy water and then jumping into flames, Jelly’s physical condition was a mess and he couldn’t escape.

Unable to resist and captured by Bishop Marik, Jelly was ashamed of his situation and felt disgraced.

He somewhat hoped Evangeline would come to rescue him. This was partly due to Kanna bragging about how overwhelming Evangeline had been when she rescued him, to the point his ears were sick of it.

‘When the young lady appeared, I thought an angel had descended.’ ‘At that moment I heard trumpet sounds.’ ‘The young lady tore apart the man who had captured me with just her fingertip.’ ‘Flames rose from the young lady’s feet and that disgusting house burned down. This is like the purification priests talk about endlessly – isn’t the young lady actually a real angel?’

He had heard it hundreds of times and could recite it by heart.

Saraka asked the demon.

“What’s your name?”

“How merciful of a faithful priest to ask my name.”

When Jelly spoke sarcastically, a kick flew at him.

“The Bishop is asking what your name is!”

It was unpleasant enough to be beaten by mere humans, but it was doubly disgusting that it was a holy knight who kicked him. Jelly was so upset he might accidentally kill them, so he decided to just keep his mouth shut.

When no answer came, Saraka reached out toward empty air. A quick-witted knight placed holy water in Saraka’s hand. The knights grabbed Jelly’s jaw to force his mouth open, and Saraka poured holy water until an answer came.

Jelly recalled a similar incident during his first meeting with Evangeline.

‘I nearly died then.’

His head was reminiscing about the past, but his body had already reached its limit. Jelly’s already ruined insides melted away. At this rate, by the time Evangeline came to rescue him, he’d look like food scraps, so Jelly surrendered and opened his mouth.

“Cough… Jelly, Jelly…”

“Jelly?”

“Why? Gonna paralyze my tongue too?”

His pronunciation was a mess due to his melted lower jaw. It was truly a sweet name to give to such a pathetic thing that couldn’t even speak properly. What Saraka asked for wasn’t the candy-like name Evangeline had given him, but Jelly firmly resolved never to reveal the name ‘Andras.’

After disposing of the melted and groaning Jelly, Saraka asked Hena about Azazel’s whereabouts.

“Where is Azazel?”

Azazel had served his purpose after making Pudding cover his eyes, then was subdued with holy water. When the location was revealed, knights brought Azazel, who was bleeding from his mouth. Their attitude was much more respectful than toward Jelly, because Azazel was officially Bishop Marik’s escort, and it was known that he had temporarily left his post rather than fled.

The knights shed tears, saying Bishop Marik’s escort had infiltrated to capture Evangeline Rohanson but was captured and imprisoned, suffering hardships.

***

Jeremiah was quietly handed over to Bishop Marik’s carriage. And he was quietly seated in the carriage chair. Considering that Jelly was bound and thrown on the floor, this was considerable preferential treatment.

While being supported, Jeremiah remained frozen, unable to properly resist even once. This was because he still hadn’t recovered from the shock of being deceived by Hena and contributing to harming Evangeline, his benefactor, and nearly killing the people of the Rohanson Manor.

Why did Hena… He was mulling over the question he had pondered hundreds of times but couldn’t answer when.

“Hey.”

“…”

“This guy’s really out of it. Azazel. Hey, Astaroth. Staroth. Can you hear? Are you deaf?”

Even though Jelly called him with mangled pronunciation due to forcibly swallowing holy water, he couldn’t respond properly. Jelly was very ill-tempered and took offense at being ignored, so Jeremiah had developed the habit of immediately answering Jelly’s calls, yet he still didn’t respond. Having no choice, Jelly checked for people around and called out with effort once more.

“Jeremiah.”

Jeremiah finally responded to Jelly’s voice calling him.

“Are you coming to your senses now?”

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