My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 186

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The terrified Viscount Rohanson gasped for breath as the maid calmly examined him.

“Viscount Rohanson, are you alright?”

His legs were shaking so badly he couldn’t stand properly, so the viscount leaned against the sofa backrest with the maid’s support. His back was soaked with cold sweat. When it touched his clothes, it felt particularly cold.

“You, you saw it too, didn’t you?”

“What did I see?”

“The eyes, the eyes! The eyes that were stuck to the wall!”

The viscount shouted, but the maid only tilted her head in confusion.

“Eyes…? Perhaps you mistook the wallpaper pattern for something else?”

That couldn’t be right. The wall pattern in Viscount Rohanson’s room was ornate, but it wasn’t a design that could be mistaken for eyes.

“It seems you’re too nervous about meeting Evangeline soon.”

The viscount felt wronged but couldn’t refute the maid’s words. He thought it would be no different from a madman to keep insisting he saw something the other person couldn’t see.

Moreover, she was a maid that Muzeta had brought from the royal court. He couldn’t let nonsense reach Muzeta or the royal court.

“Y-yes. I must have been mistaken.”

The viscount pretended to accept the maid’s opinion and stopped talking. When the viscount became noticeably anxious, the maid suddenly rummaged through her belongings and held something out to him.

“Viscount, please take this.”

What the maid offered was a small bottle. The viscount unconsciously thought of a holy water bottle. But there was no way the maid would have holy water.

The viscount noticed that the bottle’s appearance was different from those typically used to contain holy water.

“What is this?”

“You seem very nervous, Viscount.”

When the viscount asked, the maid answered kindly.

“It’s medicine that helps relieve tension. Originally it’s medicine that Marquis Muzeta takes, so I might get scolded for giving it to you on my own…”

The maid seemed worried about Muzeta scolding her, shrinking back and fidgeting with her hands.

“But Viscount Rohanson is someone that Bishop Marik considers important, isn’t he? So if I say I gave it to you, wouldn’t Marquis Muzeta praise me instead?”

Viscount Rohanson’s eyes widened. Medicine that Muzeta uses… Indeed, now that he looked, the engravings on the bottle were quite ornate and looked very expensive.

Since even the viscount had never seen it, it must be something that circulated only among noble people, not available in the market.

The viscount was impressed by the maid’s thoughtfulness. How admirable she was. After being parasitically dependent on Viscount Hükel, receiving such precious treatment felt like all his past grievances were being washed away. The viscount spoke magnanimously.

“If Marquis Muzeta tries to scold you, I’ll stand up for you.”

Just as the viscount was patting the maid’s shoulder approvingly and receiving the bottle.

“Viscount, you should go now!”

Outside, Viscount Hükel’s servants persistently knocked on the door, urging him.

The viscount scowled deeply. Insolent fools. Look how they bow and scrape before their master Hükel, yet act so impudently toward the viscount!

As a daughter, she could wait for her father, but how dare they rush the viscount saying Evangeline was waiting. Anyone would think Evangeline was in a superior position to the viscount. Insolent, so insolent.

In contrast, look at the maid before him. Indeed, someone from the royal court was different. The maid assigned by Marquis Muzeta was far better than those servants of Viscount Hükel.

At least she properly distinguished who she should serve, didn’t she? She was so clever that Muzeta kept her despite the scar on her face.

Moreover, look at the maid’s obedient attitude toward the viscount. He could see how importantly Bishop Marik regarded him.

‘Yes. My testimony is more important than anyone else’s in catching Evangeline.’

The viscount smiled with satisfaction.

The viscount was about to praise the maid but hesitated. Come to think of it, even though Muzeta had assigned the maid to him some time ago, he still didn’t know her name.

The viscount cleared his throat with a ‘Hmm.’ He felt awkward but not embarrassed. Those who command subordinates don’t usually pay much attention to individual parts.

“Come to think of it, I still don’t know your name.”

When the viscount spoke up, the maid answered politely.

“It’s Saraka, Viscount.”

Saraka, Saraka indeed. Viscount Rohanson repeated Saraka’s name in his mind, embedding it in his memory.

The viscount downed the bottle Saraka gave him in one gulp. Whether it was fast-acting or not, after drinking the medicine, his body felt languid and comfortable.

Indeed, the efficacy was good, befitting medicine used by someone who was a royal guard knight. The viscount rose from his seat with a much more relaxed mind.

“Alright, let’s go.”

He kept the sacrifice ritual invitation that Muzeta had prepared as bait safely in his pocket.

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At my request to observe what Viscount Rohanson was plotting, Pudding quietly closed his eyes and began concentrating.

I didn’t know what he was looking at, but Pudding seemed uncomfortable as he flicked his tail. I became serious too. What was it? Was the situation bad?

While waiting for news from Pudding, I glanced at the maid. It seemed better to send the maid outside while Pudding was surveilling the viscount.

Since Pudding was in cat form now, I couldn’t let him speak in front of a servant from the hostile Viscount Hükel’s household.

Fortunately, there was only one outsider in the room – a maid from the viscount’s house. I just needed to send the maid outside.

“He’s late.”

When I prepared myself and spoke, the maid who had been watching my mood startled.

“…He’ll be here soon.”

“Didn’t you say just a moment ago that father would come if I waited a little? Just how long are you going to make me wait?”

I deliberately acted irritable and glared at the maid sharply.

“Go out and check the situation.”

“Me…?”

“Yes. Or should I go check myself?”

“No! I’ll go check…!”

When I deliberately argued and spoke harshly, the maid got scared and left the room. Even then, worried I might get angry, she closed the door carefully. I felt uncomfortable about the unwanted power harassment.

After confirming the maid had left and her footsteps had faded, I urgently asked Pudding.

“Pudding, how is it?”

Pudding also seemed to have been waiting for the maid to leave and opened his eyes again.

“Viscount Rohanson is coming.”

The news that the viscount had finally moved his heavy bottom was good news. But what Pudding really wanted to say would be the next part. What on earth had he seen to make our Pudding uncomfortable?

“Evangeline. That thing is beside Viscount Rohanson.”

“That thing?”

“That Saraka from Azazel’s letter.”

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I lost my mind for a moment before barely catching myself.

“…Bishop Marik.”

Pudding nodded.

“Bishop Marik is beside Viscount Rohanson.”

As soon as the name came up, my heart nearly sank.

The final boss appearing suddenly here? The sacrifice ritual was coming soon, wasn’t that where we’d settle things? How could the villain appear suddenly while I was off guard – where’s the honor among thieves!

From Pudding mentioning Saraka first, Bishop Marik must be disguised as a maid named Saraka, staying close to the viscount. Could the viscount’s delay also have been because he was plotting with Bishop Marik?

My stomach churned. Bishop Marik was coming with the viscount. The thought of facing Bishop Marik soon made me automatically tense up.

Pudding rubbed his face against my hand as if to say he was here so I should relax. But feeling the soft texture on my hand only made me worry more.

“Pudding, will you go outside for a moment?”

My heart became anxious. Jelly, whose whereabouts were still unknown and from whom I hadn’t heard any news, overlapped with Pudding in my vision.

The testimony about Jelly’s injuries from the viscount’s servants and Jeremiah tightened around my throat. Jelly had been helplessly beaten and severely injured – what if Pudding also got hurt?

Even Gabriel, who wasn’t a demon, got hurt for being close to me – would Pudding be safe?

Bishop Marik wouldn’t kill me until the sacrifice ritual. Bishop Marik’s ultimate goal was to kill me, but not right now. So the only one safe until the sacrifice ritual was me.

If Pudding got hurt too, I might go crazy from self-loathing.

“Evangeline.”

Pudding called me. His soft tail swayed and then wrapped around my hand. Pudding had wrapped his tail around my hand.

“Please don’t tell me to run away. I’d rather be torn apart by Bishop Marik’s hands than leave your side.”

“Pudding.”

When I called his name sternly, meaning not to say such scary things, Pudding pretended to be an innocent cat and meowed. My heart couldn’t handle this adolescent cat.

“I’ll pretend to be an ordinary cat.”

Pudding said that, but I wasn’t reassured. Bishop Marik must have heard all the information about Pudding from Hena. I couldn’t relax just because Pudding was in cat form.

I finally picked up Pudding and stood up.

“Pudding, I’m not telling you to run away. You can watch over me from outside, can’t you? You can keep watching and protecting me, right?”

So you don’t need to stay right beside me. I persuaded him several times that as long as Pudding was watching, I would be safe.

I understood why Pudding was being stubborn about staying. He must be anxious about leaving me alone in front of Bishop Marik. I had brought Pudding along in the first place because I was worried about potential dangers.

But I was also worried about Pudding. If I had known I’d face Bishop Marik, I would have agonized over whether to bring Pudding or not.

“I’m afraid Bishop Marik will harm you.”

The heavy truth spilled out of my mouth with a thud. After hearing my words, Pudding remained quietly silent for a long while, staring intently at me, before finally following my touch and crossing over through the window.

“Go wait in the carriage, Pudding.”

After seeing Pudding move away from the window and feeling relieved, I closed the window again and sat down. Good. Now I was ready to receive Bishop Marik.

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