My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 155

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Kanna’s young lady picked up a flower from the decorative vase. Water dripped from the cut stem. Though it wasn’t even alive, Kanna momentarily thought the rose was shedding tears.

Ornamental flowers presented to nobles are trimmed very neatly so they won’t cut one’s hands. The rose with its thorns removed looked utterly submissive in Evangeline’s grasp.

Evangeline plucked off a rose petal with a snap. Her pale, slender hand crushed the petal.

The young lady was terribly angry. The act of plucking petals seemed like a temporary measure to suppress violence.

Since the young lady always strived to appear like an ordinary noble daughter, Kanna’s guess was probably correct.

The red petals scattered on the floor looked like blood. Yet it was quite amusing that they definitely didn’t look like the young lady’s own blood.

From what she’d heard through gossip, the young lady hadn’t shed a single drop of blood even when she died.

Under the cherry tree, hanging by the neck with torn white bedsheets, a pure white evening dress drooping down, she’d heard. Only her red eyes were tightly closed.

If a painter had been asked to paint that scene, they said a white canvas would have been returned as is.

And so when she opened her eyes again, how vivid those red beating eyes were. Kanna deeply regretted not being present for that monumental moment. Her sister couldn’t understand such feelings of Kanna’s.

Petals fell with soft thuds.

The young lady looked as if she could just as easily tear off a person’s neck like that. Kanna fumbled at her own throat.

Since Kanna had declared herself Evangeline’s follower, this was only the second time she’d witnessed Evangeline this angry. The first time Kanna had witnessed was naturally when she rescued Kanna from being kidnapped by Donau.

Kanna regarded the scar on her neck as an honor. So when her body recovered after unknowingly drinking holy water, she unhesitatingly cut her own neck again with her own hand. This fact she could never reveal to anyone.

Anyone who heard this fact would condemn Kanna as insane. But Kanna needed memories worth recalling from that moment.

The long wound drawn by fingertips was caressed. This was a stigmata.

Kanna was extremely pleased that she was important enough to cause emotional turmoil in Evangeline. At the same time, she felt conflicted that her beloved sister had contributed to making the young lady angry this time.

Again, once more.

Hena would ultimately never understand Kanna to the end.

Hena wondered how one could be so fascinated by the young lady. Kanna rather wanted to ask in return.

‘Sister, how could you.’

How could one not worship the young lady? The young lady is light descended into darkness. Kanna worshipped Evangeline. She made her into her faith.

Originally, Kanna’s world was a single room.

Kanna was trapped in a narrow, dark swamp. The pit Kanna was trapped in was so deep that even sunlight couldn’t enter. All Kanna could do was lie down and stare at what might be the sky above.

Hena is right above that. Hena reaches down from above, shouting for Kanna to grab her hand and come out together. Seeing Hena’s outstretched hand, Kanna was extremely happy, thinking she could finally escape this dark swamp. But the hand didn’t reach.

Because the pit was extremely deep. Hena also lacked the strength to pull Kanna out. Kanna’s hope was crushed. After several repetitions of hope-torture-like situations, Kanna gave up expecting to escape the swamp.

Left alone, Kanna looked up, waiting for Hena to someday misstep and fall into the swamp. Then, appearing like a miracle, was Evangeline Rohanson, Kanna’s young lady. Evangeline said hands couldn’t reach, so she directly fell into the swamp below to save Kanna.

This was, in a way, the stark difference that existed between the sisters.

Kanna ultimately couldn’t escape outside the pit, but she found light within the swamp. Hena had never fallen into the pit, but because of that, she wasn’t saved either.

The gap that began to stand out after starting to stay under Evangeline’s shadow had placed the two so far apart.

It was the difference in how gladly they accepted Donau being judged, the difference in whether they called the painting hanging in the temple beautiful or terrible, and the difference in how they accepted Evangeline’s existence.

Hena found Kanna, who willingly welcomed Evangeline’s protection, extremely strange. Her attitude suggested asking if she was satisfied not even seeing sunlight properly in the shadows.

Hena was truly ignorant about Kanna. Since Kanna had never stepped outside her room, shadows were very familiar to her.

Hena sometimes wished Kanna would be like a vegetative patient, unable to move her limbs. This despite knowing well how terribly Kanna regarded those times.

Despite loving her sister enough, she was disappointed and angry enough at the news of Hena’s betrayal of Evangeline to show her affection for the young lady. Though she loved her sister enough to forgive even when Hena strangled her, her feelings toward the young lady were a matter of different dimensions.

And the young lady had said. Because Hena was Kanna’s sister, she wouldn’t question her crimes despite her sister’s betrayal.

Reason became thrillingly paralyzed.

‘Sister. The young lady accepts me completely.’

This was surely favor. Kanna cried. The absolute one’s love is like a tsunami. This would be a disaster. Her weak self could only get soaked and swept away.

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I moved to the manor through Pudding’s teleportation.

“Pudding.”

“Yes.”

When I called her name, Pudding immediately cast recognition reduction. Pudding didn’t know memes so she didn’t go “pudding pudding” and shout, but her quick understanding was truly like my super special pocket beastkin, Puddingmon.

“Lady Evangeline. They won’t be able to see Lady Evangeline.”

“Well done, Pudding.”

I patted her head as praise for doing well. As Pudding said, people couldn’t recognize me, making me feel like I’d invaded someone else’s dream. Maybe it was because the scene unfolding before my eyes was unbelievable.

“My goodness…”

Kanna covered her mouth at the more serious situation than expected and watched my reaction. Though I’d said I’d overlook Hena being involved, she seemed to think I might well reverse my words if the situation was grave.

The Rohanson Estate was that much of a mess. The manor that had been gloomy and eerie but still had an antique charm now looked like nothing but a ruin.

“What a mess.”

Anger surged up suddenly. I felt like crying from the futility. It’s natural to be angry and sad when you come home from an outing to find your house burned down. Perhaps I’d unknowingly come to think of the Rohanson Estate as my home.

Fortunately, the cherry tree was safe. Mother had liked that tree, so it would have been rather unfair if it had burned.

Mother? I was flustered by the word that suddenly came to mind. Even without limiting it to ‘Mother,’ whoever it was, it would be harder to dislike the cherry tree of the Rohanson Estate.

The sight of magnificent cherry blossoms in full bloom scattering in the wind was no exaggeration to say it was like implementing an illustration from a fairy tale.

Actually, if even the cherry blossoms had burned, poor Melek would have had to starve, which would have been terrible. The single bright flower tree next to the pitch-black manor felt quite out of place.

Taking my eyes off the manor, I looked at the people. The manor’s people who had fled from the flames had evacuated to the garden, but their condition wasn’t all good. Some had soot on them, some had burns. They’d covered something with cloth, and from the silhouette I realized there had been casualties too.

Wondering if our people were also seriously hurt, I quickly scanned people’s faces with dread.

“Young lady. There, Daisy is there. Dolline and the butler too!”

Kanna’s discovery was faster than mine. Whether factions had split or they were being ostracized, only people who could be considered my close associates were gathered in a corner.

Fortunately, Daisy and the young ones were safe. However, Dolline looked bad, burying her head and crouching while continuously muttering something. The butler couldn’t even collect himself.

“Jelly and the Princess aren’t here.”

Since Pudding asserted it, the two had definitely followed Bishop Marik. Though one side was certainly captured.

“Why did they leave the other people alone?”

Kanna tilted her head.

I was curious about that point too. Why didn’t Bishop Marik massacre or capture the manor’s people, leaving them as they were? If it were me, I would have spread rumors like ‘Evangeline’ set fire to the manor and all the household died. Bishop Marik’s record was too brilliant to say he understood the value of life.

‘Did he do it to use them as hostages to make me come to the Rohanson Estate?’

Or since Jelly and Hena… were enough as hostages, maybe for other purposes.

Bishop Marik might have kept the manor people alive to make me the final boss. I couldn’t guess the plans of a villain with rock-bottom character, so it was hard to figure out.

As if they’d fought a great war, people were exhausted and very quiet. Then, breaking the silence, sniffling sounds were heard.

“Sniff… I want to go home…”

Hearing a young maid sobbing made my anger surge once more. When a child says they want to go home, shouldn’t you put them in a carriage and send them home properly? Didn’t the knights even let them go outside?

The knights surrounding the manor seemed to be all for surveillance purposes. Though they should help with treating the injured or casualties, Bishop Marik’s knights were just watching the people. Really, Bishop Marik is dirty, petty, and trash.

Starting with the young maid bursting into tears, perhaps catching the mood, it began getting noisy again.

“Damn it. I, I too…!”

“I miss my mom…”

“Just tell me it’s a dream.”

All sorts of complaints erupted here and there, but the knights didn’t even blink and just snorted. Unable to bear the contempt, one man jumped up from his seat. Eyes focused on the man. What was his name again?

After possessing this body, to reform the villainess image and maintain the concept of a kind young lady to the servants, I tried to learn all their faces and names. Searching my memory, I vaguely remembered. It was probably Kokia.

“It’s, it’s all because of Evangeline Rohanson!”

Sorry there, but I’m right here?

I’d asked Pudding to cast recognition reduction so the knights couldn’t see me, but it seemed the manor people were included in that range too. So not knowing I was here, they started gossiping in front of me.

“That damn human daring to do this to…!”

“Pudding, stop.”

“But Lady Evangeline!”

I stopped Pudding who was about to rush at him immediately. Let this magnanimous beastkin overlook it once.

Kokia, not knowing his life had almost been lost just now, couldn’t control his anger and lashed out. The knights had no intention of stopping that commotion and watched with interest.

“That woman is the demon, so why do I have to suffer like this? I was just hired to work!”

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