My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 152

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“Yes…”

Jeremiah, who had been educated to make eye contact when speaking to someone, looked down at the floor.

From Jelly’s mouth after drinking the holy water, chunks were vomited out along with blood. Jeremiah squeezed his eyes shut, praying that it wasn’t flesh or organs.

Actually, aside from the shock, Jelly’s appearance was also a mess, making it impossible to keep watching. The visual shock was so intense that he didn’t even notice the lisp.

“Jelly… Your body is a mess.”

Jelly almost spat out curses because the body that was sniffling happened to be Azazel’s.

“Did you do this?”

“Yes…?”

“Why are you acting like such a guilty bastard?”

“Well, because I did something wrong…”

“You stupid… bastard.”

Even though his body had changed, this was quite insolent treatment for an imperial family member. But since the other party wasn’t human, Jeremiah had never held any complaints.

Jeremiah couldn’t even refute being called stupid. It wasn’t wrong, after all. He had been severely beaten by Tenebray once, then acted foolishly again and ended up putting his benefactor in danger.

“You’re not the only one… who was fooled. I didn’t know either.”

Jelly awkwardly comforted Jeremiah. Jeremiah was about to point out that being deceived by Hena wasn’t something to feel camaraderie about, but swallowed his words.

“Come to think of it… that Pudding bastard didn’t even notice your scheming.”

“You’re saying it’s Pudding’s fault for not noticing the scheming?”

Jelly nodded vigorously despite being in pain. Jelly continued to shift responsibility onto Pudding.

Pudding had chosen Hena in the first place. Jelly had disliked Hena from the beginning.

Anyway, that bastard Pudding has no eye for people. He has hundreds of eyes but couldn’t recognize a single traitor. The stupid fool still doesn’t know this mess happened at the manor. I’m an idiot for trusting such a thing and placing it by my master’s side. As he went on with various complaints, Jeremiah’s guilt seemed to lessen a bit.

“Hey. Are you sorry to the master?”

“Am I sorry to Evangeline? Of course…”

“If you’re sorry, there’s something you can do.”

“Something I can do…? Could I really do it?”

Jeremiah seemed frightened, clenching his fist and bringing it to his mouth while whimpering. It was exactly the kind of pose some cat would make while acting cute toward Evangeline. Seeing such behavior with that massive body, Jelly tried to feel nauseous as usual but only felt pain as it surged.

“Only you can do it.”

Jeremiah nodded resolutely. He roughly expected what would follow. Since Jelly was injured and couldn’t seem to escape, he’d probably ask Jeremiah to flee together.

However, the request Jelly made was unexpected.

“Now you pretend to be Azazel.”

“What?”

Jeremiah lowered the massive fist he had brought to his mouth but now tilted his head questioningly. Jelly looked at him with disgust. Suppressing his murderous intent, Jelly roughly explained.

“That bitch Hena doesn’t know you’re Jeremiah. So Bishop Marik probably doesn’t know your insides have changed either.”

“Now that you mention it…”

Jeremiah searched his memory. Come to think of it, during the few days Azazel spent with Hena, he had never once been called by titles like Jeremiah or Princess.

When they first moved bodies at the Rohanson Estate, Hena wasn’t there either. Evangeline and Kanna hadn’t included Hena out of concern for her mental health, but their unintended past consideration had become a present advantage.

“Unlike me, you’re not restrained or anything. Can’t you tell from the different treatment? Bishop Marik will try to use you again. You’d be very useful for subduing Pudding, who won’t leave the master’s side.”

Jeremiah nodded. Even now, hadn’t they used Jeremiah first to set fire to the Rohanson Estate?

“Could I really do it?”

“You fool. Did you take that body just to play around under the master?”

“I didn’t take it to play around…!”

Jeremiah shook his head vigorously. Unlike his resolve to abandon God and seek demons, the memories of staying at the Rohanson Estate had been nothing but comfortable, making Jeremiah soft. In the embrace of an absolute being, there was nothing to fear. The safe haven and her gentle nature that trusted people too easily were enough to make her soft.

“The you who wandered in the forest was tough enough to abandon God with your own hands. You weren’t this soft fool like now. Did you really become dough just because she called you Tart?”

Jelly had a surly disposition that never spoke kindly to anyone except Evangeline, but surprisingly, Jelly’s words rekindled motivation in Jeremiah. Jeremiah had been most passionate when dying with a knife in her belly.

As he said, taking Azazel’s body, who was like an enemy, was to reclaim Jeremiah’s name and get revenge. Jeremiah’s head became dizzy.

‘What have I been doing…?’

The target of that revenge, Bishop Marik, was right before her eyes, yet Jeremiah had been stupidly intoxicated by her own mistakes. She truly hadn’t improved at all.

“Yes. I’ll definitely succeed.”

“Good. There’s no law saying only we should suffer. When I get hit, I have to pay back double to feel satisfied.”

Jelly giggled with his face distorted from the holy water.

Jeremiah made a resolute expression, unlike his previous gentle face.

“Azazel doesn’t make that kind of expression. Act a bit more arrogant.”

“Ah…, yes.”

Jeremiah imitated Azazel as best he could. That expression looked good even to Jelly. When asked how he managed to copy it so well, the answer came back that he recalled the expression Azazel made before stabbing his belly. Jelly cursed, saying that bastard Azazel deserved to die.

Jelly observed the outside situation and internally cursed Gabriel thoroughly, calling him useless.

Gabriel acted as if he would devote himself only to Evangeline, but then forgot his priorities and tried to save people. The previous stern warning apparently wasn’t enough.

Why does the master show interest in such a guy? Because he’s human? Because holy water doesn’t affect him? Because he’s royalty? Because he’s handsome? Anyway, from Jelly’s perspective—being a demon who’s not even royalty, melts in holy water, and isn’t handsome—there was no way to like Gabriel. Simply put, he was just jealous.

But Gabriel was still better than Jelly, who was a hostage. At least that bastard wasn’t a burden. Jelly was captured as a hostage and would drag down Evangeline. Should he bite his tongue and die? But demons don’t die even if their tongues melt. Just like how Jelly was still alive despite his tongue being almost completely melted by holy water.

‘She’ll save me… right?’

Maybe because he’d been getting along too well with humans lately, he felt like crying. But his situation was so pitiful and pathetic that he couldn’t help but feel sorry for himself.

If Jelly were in Gabriel’s position, he would just kill all the manor people, kill Bishop Marik too, and achieve a happy ending. Of course, this wasn’t something Jelly, who had entered the flames saying he’d save the manor people, should say.

‘No, but! If I’d known those bastards would just side with that bishop bastard, I wouldn’t have saved them!’

Even though Jelly saved them, they showed no gratitude and called him a demon, and despite how the master embraced them with ocean-deep mercy, they described Evangeline like some witch of the century—he couldn’t look favorably upon them.

Only Daisy, who tried to argue without forgetting their kindness until a knife touched her throat, and the little ones from that house barely satisfied him.

‘Is little Mary okay?’

The face of her being fooled by Hena into splashing holy water on Jelly, then getting startled and tearful herself, was particularly stuck in his memory. Daisy didn’t betray them and was reliable, so she’d take care of things well. Gabriel was there too. While Jelly was thinking this, the cleanup outside seemed finished as Bishop Marik and Hena boarded the carriage. Hena’s behavior following Bishop Marik was very familiar, making Jelly realize he hadn’t been stabbed in the back overnight, and he went into a frenzy.

“Hey, Hena you! How could you stab the master in the back!”

Hena wondered why what should be loaded in the cargo hold was on the carriage floor. Bishop Marik explained that he had placed it there to monitor during the journey to the temple.

“Ungrateful thing. Kanna will be terribly disappointed.”

Hena had been letting Jelly’s words go in one ear and out the other, but she couldn’t skip over even Kanna’s story. When Kanna was mentioned, Hena bristled and retorted.

“Jelly. The one who first betrayed trust was Evangeline.”

Jelly was dumbfounded by those words and shut his mouth.

“Do you know, Jelly? That Pudding… that cat bastard deliberately manipulated Kanna to put her in danger?”

That he used your sister to plant a faithful servant, that body is no longer your sister’s

Jelly couldn’t answer. It was before Jelly even met Evangeline, so he didn’t know, and there was a high possibility that Pudding had schemed in advance after recognizing Kanna’s talent.

Jelly belatedly thought ‘oh no.’ Whether he knew or not, he should have firmly denied it. Hena pulled out a bottle from her bosom as if she expected this. It was the disgusting holy water.

Hena opened the cap and tilted the bottle.

“Jelly’s eyesight isn’t that good, but… I’m anxious. You’ll understand, won’t you?”

Hena poured holy water on Jelly’s face. He hadn’t meant “disgusting to look at” as a request to melt his eyes… Jelly’s vision darkened.

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Jeremiah quietly looked down at Jelly, who had become quiet, either unconscious or covered in blood. He wanted to cry and tend to Jelly, asking if he was okay, but right now Jeremiah had to pretend to be Azazel.

“I heard he was dead, but I didn’t know he’d be alive.”

Bishop Marik asked about his well-being as usual. He didn’t understand why Bishop Marik, who supposedly despised heretics, showed such a kind attitude toward Azazel.

By the way, how did he know Azazel was dead? Jeremiah’s heart pounded, but fortunately, since it wasn’t a human body, his heart rate wouldn’t be detected.

“Me, dead? Who would kill me? That cat who’s not even a mouthful, or this guy?”

Jeremiah tapped Jelly with his foot and then placed his foot on top of the unconscious Jelly. The attitude was very arrogant. Of course, he was sending infinite apologies to Jelly in his heart.

“Your fellow demon is in this state, but you won’t even worry about him?”

“Why would I worry about this furry bastard?”

Jeremiah dry-heaved in disgust.

“Weren’t you at the Rohanson Estate because of your fellow demons?”

At Bishop Marik’s words, his heart dropped for a moment, but Azazel held onto his sanity and laughed as if he’d heard something amusing, clutching his belly.

After laughing for a while, Azazel pretended to wipe tears from his eyes that hadn’t even appeared from forced laughter and spoke.

“That’s a very interesting idea. Because of fellow demons. This thing that can’t even speak properly and is so pathetic, fellow demons my ass… I went to the manor because of Evangeline Rohanson. I was curious about what kind of person she was, so I wanted to see her.”

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