My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 161

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Rats opened the door. There were only two people in the room. Agera, who looked tired as if ready to go to bed, and Evangeline, who was holding Agera’s hand, came into view.

Compared to the rumors that Agera was critically ill, she looked remarkably healthy and peaceful, but Rats had no time to assess Agera’s condition. All her attention was focused on the hateful Evangeline.

“You came.”

Evangeline greeted Rats nonchalantly. It was as if she had been waiting only for Rats to come.

Arrogant Evangeline, wicked and evil Evangeline who dared to steal Rats’ place. Evangeline who tried to kill me when I tried to get along as sisters.

“Let go of that hand before I cut off your wrist.”

When Rats spoke with a sharp edge, Evangeline retorted as if Rats was ridiculous, bringing up Agera.

“Don’t make a fuss in front of Lady Agera.”

Rats glanced at Agera. Evangeline raised the corners of her mouth as if such Rats was ridiculous. She was clearly mocking Rats.

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I knew this would happen. As soon as rumors spread that Agera was critically ill, I cheered internally watching the rat bastard who came running in one breath.

However, that appearance wasn’t pleasant. I felt disgusted when she imitated my appearance before, but now ‘Rats’ had Amaranth’s face.

It looked like she had copy-pasted the face I’d seen through portraits. The silver hair that appeared white caught the eye. My heart sank into a swamp.

That’s not Amaranth. Even comforting myself like that, my anger didn’t subside, so I turned my head.

“Don’t make a fuss in front of Lady Agera.”

Rats’ weakness was indeed Agera. At the words that Agera would dislike it if she made a fuss, she immediately lowered her tail and held her breath.

“Is she very, very critically ill?”

Rats asked with trembling hands. Previously, the things the rats said were all incoherent and consisted only of words, but her speech had improved tremendously.

“Perhaps today might be the critical moment.”

If Kanna were watching, she might have exclaimed in admiration, saying how our young lady lies without even wetting her lips.

Agera being sick was merely a rumor I deliberately spread. Agera wasn’t sick. The reason she’s tired now is just because she stayed up all night having fun with me yesterday.

Yesterday, Agera and I enjoyed an amazing pajama party. Unlike before, we couldn’t bring snacks from Rohanson Manor, so we borrowed the Duke’s Mansion kitchen, which was just a bit uncomfortable.

“Mother…”

Rats approached Agera trembling. I gave up my seat to Rats. Though Rats seemed puzzled by my consideration, she quickly took the spot next to Agera.

“Who…?”

Agera opened her mouth very slowly. She looked exactly like a real patient lying in a sickbed. Of course, as I keep saying, she wasn’t sick but tired from eating delicious food, dancing, and chatting all night yesterday.

“Mother, what do you mean… I, I am Mother’s daughter.”

Rats reached out to Agera. Whether her feelings of caring for Agera were sincere, she couldn’t even hold her hand first, as if afraid she might break.

“Don’t you remember…? Mother, you called me out, didn’t you? I was born as Mother’s daughter. I was born to become Mother’s daughter. Look for me, not Amaranth, remember me. Why can’t you remember…? No, it’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll stay by your side from now on. I am Mother’s daughter, Amaranth.”

Rats trembled like a child abandoned by parents. Her words were incoherent, muttering like someone suffering from madness, eerily disturbing.

Agera didn’t immediately take her hand but looked at Rats with drowsy eyes before opening her mouth.

“Amaranth.”

“Yes, yes! I’m Amaranth.”

An answer full of excitement and anticipation was heard, but Agera’s gaze was directed toward me. So when Agera called “Amaranth,” she was calling me. Agera looked at me and tilted her head.

“Who is this child? If she’s a new maid… why is she calling me Mother?”

“Why, why… don’t you recognize me…?”

The following question was full of moisture, and her voice trembled so much it sounded like being in surging waves.

“Why? I imitated Amaranth’s portrait, so it should be perfect now…”

She didn’t just commit arson but also saw the paintings I drew. No wonder she resembled the portrait too closely. No matter how much I searched through the burned mansion’s remains, they didn’t appear, so I thought they burned, but didn’t that bastard secretly steal them?

“I am Amaranth, so why…”

Rats staggered backward, then despaired as if bursting into tears, covering her face with her hands.

And soon a change occurred.

The clumsy imitated appearance melted away. Flesh, hair, and facial features melted down like wax. Below the melting wax, Rico’s appearance was revealed.

Rats was hurt and shattered by the fact that Agera showed no interest in her. She couldn’t endure it and crumbled. Since she was made for Agera, she couldn’t withstand Agera denying her.

“I am, Mother’s. daughter…”

Even while declaring this, there was no confidence in her voice.

“Hahaha! Hehe, huk… Ha.”

Rats cried and laughed like a madman with a face full of tears. After doing this for a while, Rats turned her head sharply with a tearful crying face and glared at me fiercely.

Her venomous eyes, which didn’t suit the original Rico, overflowed with resentment and jealousy, wetting her cheeks.

“Now anyone can see I’m closer to ‘Amaranth’ than you!”

A sharply thrown voice scolded.

“But why does Mother… choose you over me… Why does she call you, Amaranth!”

Rico’s face was covered in tears. I suddenly became curious. Was she shedding tears because it was originally Rico’s body even though Rats had taken it, or was she originally a being capable of tears?

Acting wronged when she’s not even my real mother. But it was Agera who created that thing’s obsession with Amaranth.

I couldn’t give absolution for what she did or her attempts to drown me, but seeing her blind confession of love and attitude toward Agera stirred some sympathy.

But sympathy doesn’t feed anyone, and since Gabriel and Jelly were seriously injured because of the fire at Rohanson Manor, I had no intention of showing mercy.

Right now, I only thought of quickly dealing with Rats to complete the mission, finding out a safe place from the Duke, and evacuating the mansion’s people.

“That’s because I resemble Mother much more than a fake like you.”

I answered with a sneer, intending to provoke her.

Rats jumped up from her seat. I watched tensely as Rats ran past me to the vanity in one corner of Agera’s room.

“If I fix it, it’ll be fine. I just need to make it more similar. I should check my face. My face…”

Rats muttered like this while looking into the mirror. Soon after, a crash of breaking glass was heard. Glass shards were embedded in Rico’s fist.

The mirror was already cracked and broken. The remaining cracked fragments of the mirror reflected multiple images of Rico. Rats groped and touched her own face. Blood smeared wherever her hands moved.

“This, this… This isn’t Amaranth’s face.”

Her voice was very rough. Naturally, she expected to see Amaranth’s face, but seemed angry that Rico’s unexpected face was there. Perhaps because she was so excited, she didn’t seem to realize that her appearance had melted away earlier.

What’s she complaining about when she’s using Rico’s stolen body?

The one who should really feel wronged is Rico. Even though we have the same face and I know the situation, I don’t know why I find this so distasteful.

Was this how Daisy felt when she noticed my possession and ran away once? I think I understand why Daisy couldn’t accept me and found everything about me detestable.

“What did you do to me!”

Rats burst into a roar. I didn’t do anything, you melted down from shock all by yourself…

“I see. It’s that cat bastard who’s been fawning beside you.”

It wasn’t entirely wrong, since if Rats hadn’t self-destructed, Pudding was planning to help. Whether she was terribly disgusted by Rats imitating my appearance, she said she would use a to prevent her from mimicking my form.

Of course, she said it was a simple and crude method of covering illusion with illusion. But it’s unfair to blame Pudding when you melted from shock before Pudding could even help.

“Shh. I told you not to make a fuss in front of Lady Agera.”

I brought my index finger to my lips and warned with a smile. Rats glanced at Agera and shut her mouth tight. Of course, she only became quiet, but her murderous intent became even more vicious, perhaps angered by my mentioning Agera. She looked ready to pounce on me at any moment, so I called my bodyguard.

“Pudding.”

“Yes. Lady Evangeline.”

Along with the gentle response to my call, the view changed dramatically.

Bumpy things sprouted from the walls. Like peeled skin, something boiled like lava over red muscles, and bubbles burst. In the world that turned red in an instant, closed eyelids opened all at once. Those uniquely favorable to me glared fiercely at Rats. Whether due to compatibility advantage or fear of hundreds of eyes staring only at her, Rats hesitated momentarily.

“Subdue her.”

Not missing that opportunity, Pudding held a long scythe-like weapon and aimed at Rats’ neck. With all movements blocked, Rats bit her lips and glared at me. Receiving that gaze, I approached Agera triumphantly.

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