My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 157

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“Yeah, you crazy bastard! What do you mean you can see something!?”

 

“What do you mean Evangeline Rohanson is there! I can’t even see a single strand of her hair!”

 

Were the knights not lying, but was Kokia really insane? Was Evangeline Rohanson a hallucination created by Kokia’s guilt? The knight clicked his tongue, and seeing that Kokia was still hanging there with no sign of falling, he drew his sword.

 

“Let’s just kill him. He’s clearly possessed by a demon. One more death won’t be a problem.”

 

When the sword was thrust toward him, Kokia turned pale and his body stiffened. The blade flashed with a cold gleam. In his mind, he saw his own worthless death. Just like those whose necks were easily severed, Kokia too would meet such a miserable end.

 

Kokia was pathetically terrified. His vision was blurred by tears, and snot kept running as he sniffled continuously. Except for his childhood, this was the first time he had cried like this. Kokia hadn’t even shed a single tear at his mother’s funeral.

 

Though he had been praised for maintaining his composure, the sight of him trembling when his own life was at stake was utterly disgraceful.

 

The knight raised his sword. Soon that blade would cut down Kokia. Kokia thought his head would fall. However, the knight remained frozen as if his body had stiffened, not moving at all.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“No, my body… won’t move.”

 

“What nonsense are you spouting too? Did you really go crazy together?”

 

Seeing Evangeline Rohanson, who was supposedly visible only to him, smiling, Kokia realized she had done something to the knight.

 

The knight was at a loss as his body wouldn’t move despite putting strength into his hands. After struggling for a while with his sword raised in the air, the knight broke into a cold sweat as others looked at him strangely. Eventually, the knight’s arm lowered and he sheathed his sword again.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

The knight glanced around nervously.

 

He hadn’t moved on his own – someone had moved his body arbitrarily. But if he said that, he would end up in the same situation as Kokia. Knowing this well, the knight cleared his throat once and made an excuse.

 

“Ahem, ahem. No… No. It’s just that the Bishop spared his life, so it felt awkward to kill him… I was just pretending for a moment to scare this crazy bastard into shutting up.”

 

“Your faith really runs deep.”

 

Kokia, who had nearly had his throat cut, let out a big breath he had been holding. Kokia felt relieved that he had survived after facing death so closely.

 

The demon who had pushed Kokia to the cliff’s edge, then graciously extended a hand just before he fell, had arrived before Kokia.

 

Evangeline Rohanson smiled benevolently. It was a chillingly enchanting smile. Kokia instinctively gazed over Evangeline’s appearance as if bewitched. Even though she couldn’t be a doll made of sugar and wouldn’t be sweet at all, saliva gathered in his mouth without him realizing.

 

Evangeline reached out and cupped Kokia’s cheek. Kokia’s mind became hazy from the soft touch on his face.

 

Cold fingers caressed Kokia’s cheek. His heart felt ticklish. It was an unpleasant yet joyful sensation. Unable to describe the emotion he felt, Kokia wanted to tear out his heart and entrust his feelings to someone else.

 

“Now. Do you understand who can save you?”

 

When Evangeline asked with a bright smile, Kokia nodded blankly in a daze.

 

How strange. Time hadn’t stopped. Clouds passed by, revealing the sun that had been hidden. Behind Evangeline Rohanson, sunlight shone above her head like a golden crown.

 

Could a person carry the sun? For some unknown reason, the Temple’s simplified emblem suddenly came to Kokia’s mind. It was a lion carrying the sun.

 

It was a terribly blasphemous thought to have about Evangeline Rohanson.

 

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“Evangeline is too kind.”

 

Yeah. I know that too.

 

Kanna nodded vigorously at Pudding’s words.

 

“You didn’t need to save him, Miss. You heard what that person said, didn’t you?”

 

“It would have been better if his neck had been chopped off right there.”

 

“Pudding.”

 

Pudding seemed quite angry about Kokia’s slander. She must be displeased that I saved Kokia.

 

But look, thanks to Kokia sacrificing himself, the other people didn’t tattle to the knights that I was here. They realized that Bishop Marik’s knights weren’t trustworthy.

 

“Kokia. If you want to beg for my mercy, you must stay quiet.”

 

After warning Kokia to behave quietly, I passed by the people and headed toward the corner where Daisy and Rafaela were. Daisy’s siblings were also with them.

 

“Daisy. Sir Rafaela.”

 

“…Lady Rohanson. Haha. Those knight bastards can’t seem to see you, so am I going insane?”

 

Rafaela asked with a hollow laugh.

 

“I just used a little trick to prevent the knights from seeing me.”

 

“So those bastards are the crazy ones.”

 

It’s not madness, it’s perception reduction. And in their eyes, people who see me would appear crazy. From what I saw earlier, they can’t even hear my voice. But Rafaela focused on the fact that he was normal. Mary, who had been blinking while looking at me, discovered me and ran out to hug me tightly.

 

“My, my lady…”

 

Mary burst into tears in my arms.

 

“I’m sorry, my lady. Mary, Mary did wrong.”

 

“No, Mary. You did nothing wrong. Hena is the one who did wrong.”

 

While Mary was crying pitifully, Daisy immediately objected. Since Hena’s story came up, it seems contextually that Hena made Mary do something bad.

 

Wasn’t she just siding with Bishop Marik? Did she help with the arson? Rafaela looked at Kanna with strange eyes, as if he had heard the story beforehand.

 

“You came with Miss Kanna.”

 

“She’s my maid.”

 

The fact that Hena betrayed seems to have spread quite far. Even though Kanna greeted politely, the wariness was obvious. Daisy glared at Kanna and spoke sarcastically.

 

“Kanna. Look what your sister has done.”

 

Daisy… Why are you being like that to an innocent child? You also tried to report me to the Temple originally. You even went to Gabriel to carry out the accusation first.

 

It was fortunate it was Gabriel – it would have been truly horrible if you had gone to Bishop Marik. Even if everyone else curses Hena, you should understand and let it pass.

 

But it was also true that Daisy’s beloved siblings nearly faced disaster, so it was difficult to argue back.

 

“Daisy. Can you tell me in detail what happened?”

 

First, I need to understand the situation too. While stroking Mary’s head, I asked Daisy for the full story. Pudding can’t do psychometry or anything like that.

 

Daisy looked at the sobbing Mary and began to speak.

 

“What explanation is needed? The story is that the maid you cherished used Mary to harm your pet dog?”

 

Hena used Mary? Jelly was hurt because of Mary?

 

I was curious how Jelly became a hostage, but it was because Hena used Mary. Hena made Mary spray suspicious water, and when the water hit Jelly, his skin immediately melted.

 

Hena… Did you give a child something like sulfuric acid or poison? I had boldly declared to Kanna that I would look after Hena, but the more the truth was revealed, the heavier Hena’s sins became. But really sulfuric acid, and putting it in a child’s hands… Isn’t that going too far?

 

Daisy’s resentment toward Hena was probably because she used Mary. Daisy continued.

 

“Or should I tell you about how Bishop Marik burst in as if he had been waiting as soon as the fire started, and after watching my siblings nearly burn to death as entertainment, he finally branded us as minions of demons? Or shall I tell you everything about what those people said when they abandoned you after their lives were threatened despite eating Rohanson’s bread?”

 

Daisy’s anger hadn’t subsided and she didn’t stop talking. Moreover, her anger seemed to build up, and by the end she had raised her voice.

 

It seemed the anger accumulated toward Hena had been transferred. Unable to swallow her rage, Daisy became a fault-finding doll, criticizing Hena, the manor people, and even me. When Daisy pointed toward where the manor people were gathered, people flinched and shrank back.

 

The servants cowered, watching Kokia’s beaten state and my mood, but one fiery person among them stood up abruptly and retorted.

 

“I, I didn’t lie! I really saw Lady Rohanson setting the fire!”

 

“Again, lies!”

 

Daisy shrieked sharply in rebuttal. I’m really grateful that Daisy believes in me. I am grateful, but… From the servants’ perspective, it was Daisy who was lying.

 

“You lackey of Lady Rohanson, who’s the one lying here!”

 

“Right! Even now, look how she’s stuck right next to Ro, Rohan… anyway! Who’s to blame for us ending up like this!”

 

Mob psychology is really fascinating. Even after seeing Kokia’s example, when someone stepped forward first, several voices quickly joined in. Still, they seemed afraid of the knights’ blades, mentioning my name at barely audible levels, which was amusing.

 

Looking now, quite a few people seem to have witnessed the rat bastard in my form setting fire to the manor. Daisy didn’t see that, so she thinks Hena committed the arson.

 

Of all things, my appearance – the rat definitely wanted to get me into trouble. It must have been annoying to see me pretending to be Amaranth and getting along with Agera, and since I eliminated the hosts and rats it infected, it probably wanted revenge.

 

But since Pudding, its natural enemy, is always by my side and it can’t make a move, it probably came to take out its anger on Rohanson Manor instead of me. How did it know the things I care about are here? Did it follow Pudding’s aura remaining at Rohanson Manor?

 

As the hostages became noisy, even the Holy Knights began to take interest in this side.

 

“What’s all the commotion?”

 

“Did they really all go crazy together? Be quiet!”

 

The knight who had shown consideration for Kokia earlier put his hand on his sword hilt again as if seeking revenge. Absolutely no learning ability. And why are these so-called Holy Knights so desperate to kill people?

 

As I looked at the knights with displeasure, Pudding’s eyes lit up as she asked.

 

“Shall I quiet them down?”

 

It sounded exactly like a thug asking their boss, which was bewildering, but I nodded. Then the knights made “ugh, urk” sounds and collapsed.

 

…They’re not dead, right? I thought she would cast magic to expand the range of perception reduction so they wouldn’t know what was happening at all, but she meant physically dealing with them like a real thug… I was worried about how to clean up the aftermath, but it did feel refreshing.

 

“Now they won’t be able to say anything.”

 

Pudding smiled brightly at me and reported.

 

Not only the knights but all the manor people had gone quiet too. Is this what they call rule by terror? Press suppression?

 

As silence fell over the crowd, Pudding bowed her head as if seeking praise. It was obvious what she wanted, so I sighed inwardly and patted her head. Sigh… It’s my fault for spoiling her. I took my hand off Pudding and called Daisy.

 

“Daisy.”

 

“Yes…, my lady.”

 

Daisy answered in a tone still not free of excitement. Now it’s time to tell Daisy the truth. Won’t you get angry asking why I’m not taking your side when I tell you that you’re wrong and those people are right?

 

No. I trust Daisy. She’ll at least listen to what I have to say. Believing that, I revealed the truth.

 

“They’re not spouting lies.”

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