My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 164

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Agera quickly fell back asleep. Whether Agera would remember Rico when she woke up again was uncertain. Rico, having experienced a miracle, cried for a long while before finally calming her emotions.

“Because Agera recognized me… Because she acknowledged me as her daughter…”

Rico explained while pretending to be composed as if she had never cried. But she was out of breath and couldn’t speak properly.

What Rico wanted to explain was that she had seized control from the Rats.

Ridiculously, the Rats were beings swayed by a single word from Agera. Since Rico was acknowledged as a daughter, they gave her control and empowered her. It seemed the Rats had temporarily stepped back since Rico had a greater chance of being acknowledged as a daughter than they did.

I felt a little relieved that Rico wouldn’t need to be killed right away. Of course, things couldn’t stay this way forever. Someday Rico would have to be dealt with, so I knew well that this was merely an extended grace period.

“First, let’s leave the room before Agera wakes up. We can’t let control shift back. ‘That thing’ loves Agera, but thinks the rest can go to hell. I felt that when I experienced it setting fire to Evangeline’s house.”

Rico had gained control now because Agera had called Rico, not Amaranth or the Rats, her daughter. If Agera woke up again, lost her memory, couldn’t recognize Rico, and started looking only for Amaranth, the control Rico had barely obtained would be reversed.

I quietly left the room with Rico and headed toward the Viscount.

“Why didn’t you kill her and bring her back instead?”

The Viscount frowned deeply when I returned with Rico unharmed after going to catch the Rats.

“Rohanson Viscount.”

“…Ricoradka?”

The Viscount was startled when Rico addressed him as usual.

“You recognize me.”

Rico smiled and bowed her head in greeting to the Viscount.

“I came to give my final farewell.”

The Viscount looked at me as if asking what on earth was going on, demanding an explanation.

First, I needed to let the Viscount know what had happened, so I explained the situation that had just occurred.

It was a miraculous story of how Rico, who had barely managed to take control of her body after seeing Mabuka cry and beg for her mother back, had completely seized control thanks to Agera’s confirmation.

The Viscount pondered for a long while before looking at Rico. Then he hesitated while quietly gazing at Rico as if comforting someone whose death was near, before quietly speaking.

“Ricoradka. You… are no different from Agera’s daughter.”

“Coming from someone who was so worried I might become an adopted daughter.”

“That was…”

The Viscount was at a loss for words. As befitting the main character of a regret story, he truly had accumulated many karmic debts. Rico burst into bright laughter seeing the Viscount fumble.

“I know. Even if you cast out Amaranth, you wouldn’t have wanted another daughter.”

Rico coolly moved on, saying she understood why the Viscount had cast her out. Rico called Agera mother, but never called the Viscount father. There was no such bond between them.

When you think about it, Rico’s failure to be acknowledged as Agera’s daughter was entirely the Viscount’s fault, yet Rico seemed to harbor no resentment toward him.

“If the Rohanson Viscount feels sorry for me… could you treat Mabuka like a granddaughter in my place? If you’re good to Mabuka, I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

Rico didn’t forget to entrust Mabuka to the Viscount as well, seeming most worried about Mabuka being left alone after her death. The Viscount didn’t refute Rico’s words.

I suddenly gained a cousin sister. Come to think of it, does that make me an aunt-killer? This is completely against filial piety.

“Do you plan to die like this?”

The Viscount asked Rico while dripping with regret. Since he knew the other party was going to die, he seemed troubled by how he had rejected and mistreated Rico all this time. Rico was nodding when she suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to look at me.

“Ah, come to think of it, I have a proposal for Evangeline.”

“For me?”

Rico nodded and spoke.

“Thanks to taking control, I can temporarily exercise the Rats’ abilities. Let me try impersonating Evangeline.”

Rico’s suggestion made sense. The Viscount could escape Bishop’s oppression, and my danger would decrease too. Only Rico would need to be sacrificed. The problem was that I didn’t like that idea.

Rico seemed to want to help me since she was going to die anyway. In any case, it was true that the Viscount’s Manor had burned and there were casualties, so she seemed to want to atone for the sins her body had committed.

“So would you hand me over to Bishop Marik? Then not only will Evangeline be safe, but you’ll create a brief opening. Use that opening to extract Jelly and the Knight.”

“Knight?”

“Ah… I think his name was Azazel. The one who was deceived and used by Evangeline’s Maid and the Rats.”

I asked Rico if she had seen what the Rats had done at the manor, and Rico nodded.

“My consciousness was awake the whole time.”

Thanks to that, she could review the incident from the criminal’s perspective. According to Rico’s explanation, fortunately Azazel hadn’t betrayed me.

Was that fortunate? Only Hena had betrayed me. The Rats, who had come to the Rohanson Estate with revenge in mind, happened to meet Hena and the two collaborated to cause the incident.

It was also Hena who told them the clever trick of using Azazel to blind Pudding, and it was Hena who tried to kill Jelly by feeding him poison.

Hena’s involvement was broader than I thought. It’s fortunate Kanna isn’t here.

Rico explained not only what happened at the Rohanson Estate, but also the incidents the Rats had caused using my appearance. They caused so many accidents everywhere in that short time. Now I understand why Rico said to hand her over to Bishop Marik.

“But Rico, your true form will be revealed when you touch holy water.”

“Still, couldn’t we at least buy some time?”

Certainly, we could catch Bishop Marik off guard. If used well, it seemed like a joker card that could turn the situation in our favor.

While I was pondering, the Viscount suddenly pulled out a letter.

“What’s this?”

“This will help you make your decision.”

Saying that, the Viscount added.

“It’s a letter from Count Gabriel.”

“Really?”

I asked back, excited with joy at the fact that he was safe. Since I knew the Viscount had no reason to joke around with letters, and we weren’t close enough for such pranks, I didn’t feel suspicious.

“…This is the first time I’ve seen you look so happy.”

Well, of course. I didn’t expect to be able to contact Gabriel. No matter how much he had his own Knight Order, since he belonged to the Temple, it was no different from being under Bishop Marik. I thought Gabriel would be confined in the Temple, unable to send or receive any communication.

I hurried to open the letter the Viscount gave me. Then I paused for a moment. I felt the letter the Viscount handed me was somewhat different from usual. While examining what was strange about it, I suddenly realized.

Right, Gabriel’s usual letters always had the Temple’s seal, but this one was an Imperial Palace letter.

…What? Did Gabriel’s birth secret get revealed while I wasn’t aware?

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Jeremiah decided to become a spy and stay by Bishop Marik’s side. As Pudding had said, he agreed with the idea that since he had already taken over Azazel’s body, it would be convenient for monitoring Bishop Marik’s movements.

The Temple was extremely uncomfortable. He had read in ancient texts as a child that when the Sun God’s power was at its strongest, demons would burn to death just by touching sunlight. Now it was like the opposite of that. Jeremiah felt as if he had been thrown into the center of light.

The Temple was uncomfortable, and Bishop Marik was frightening. In the midst of all this, Jeremiah felt like he might lose his mind having to act like Azazel too.

Bishop Marik seemed unable to trust Azazel who had escaped once, keeping him under surveillance-like watch constantly, which wore down his mental strength even faster. He had planned to look for Hena’s whereabouts too, but it was difficult to find where and how Bishop Marik had hidden her.

He had endured for several days now, but didn’t know how much longer his stay would last. Jeremiah thought he would dry up and die at this rate.

When Bishop Marik noticed Jeremiah looked much more haggard, he brought people. They were classified as heretics, so strictly speaking, from Bishop Marik’s perspective, they weren’t people.

“Since you didn’t eat yesterday.”

Well… Demons were supposed to eat people, but Jeremiah wasn’t a demon. No, his body was a demon, but.

‘Is this also him being suspicious and testing me?’

Jeremiah was inwardly frightened while maintaining a sly expression outwardly. Acting like Azazel had become such a habit that if he met Pudding and Jelly again, they might slap him saying Azazel had come back to life.

“Since when have I been in a position to accept what you catch and bring me?”

Jeremiah said this sarcastically. Bishop Marik said he understood, then told him to eat properly so he wouldn’t have to worry. I don’t even know why the great Bishop would catch and offer people to a demon. Bishop Marik is a strange person.

Just what kind of relationship did Bishop Marik, God’s chosen one, and Azazel the demon have? Pudding and Jelly hadn’t explained their relationship either. Jeremiah, who had to figure it out on his own through guesswork, could only hold his head in his hands.

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