My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 188

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For a moment, goosebumps rose all over me. My spine felt chilled.

“I heard that Lady Rohanson treasures animals and keeps them by her side. It looks like cat fur, but I don’t see the cat. Didn’t it come with you today?”

“Wild cats don’t usually obey their owners well.”

Bishop Marik was visibly disappointed when I said I hadn’t brought Pudding. I felt deeply relieved inside.

Indeed, it was the right decision to leave Pudding behind. Even if Bishop Marik couldn’t harm Pudding, my nerves would have been frayed.

“Is that so? I wanted to see it once, how disappointing. Ah, right. Speaking of animals, that reminds me… Come to think of it, I heard some beast has been wandering around the temple recently.”

Bishop Marik changed the subject once again. Temple, beast. Just from those words alone, I realized what Bishop Marik was talking about.

The topic Bishop Marik brought up was none other than Jelly. He had set up collateral, worried that I might not participate in the sacrifice.

Bishop Marik must have hidden Jelly intending to use him, which is why Jeremiah couldn’t find Jelly’s whereabouts either.

“Perhaps you might see that beast when you come to the temple to participate in the sacrifice.”

“…The sacrifice.”

“Of course, that beast looked like it had suffered some mishap somewhere, with its face all melted and barely able to move.”

“…”

“Poor thing, I wonder if it was abandoned by its owner?”

Abandoned my foot, when he’s the one hiding it! I wanted to hit Bishop Marik right then and there. If that shameless mouth would just shut up quietly, I wouldn’t hesitate to use violence.

However, I was concerned about Jelly to immediately lay hands on Bishop Marik. Worried that retaliation might befall Jelly if I acted, I struggled to suppress my anger.

“That can’t be. Surely the owner is desperately searching for the lost child.”

I gritted my teeth and refuted Bishop Marik’s words. Bishop Marik shamelessly continued.

“Do you think so? Ah, even if the owner doesn’t know, Lady Rohanson likes animals, so she would surely want to see it.”

Bishop Marik didn’t hide his base excitement as he agreed. Normally, if one gets excited, they should ramble incoherently, but Bishop Marik was the complete opposite. The more he spoke, the more his tone changed from that of an innocent maid to one with proper manners.

“You seem to know me well.”

“It’s all thanks to what I heard from the Viscount.”

Instead of Hena, the Viscount’s story came up. But there was no way the Viscount, who was rarely seen around the manor, would know about Jelly or Pudding.

The Viscount probably didn’t even know their names. It was definitely a story heard from Hena. However, pretending not to know, I turned my attention to the Viscount as Bishop Marik mentioned.

“Parasiting off other people’s homes, suddenly falling asleep during conversations, and now going around gossiping about his child’s private life – I wonder where all that noble dignity Father prides himself on has gone.”

I added my dissatisfaction with Bishop Marik to disparaging the Viscount. Anyway, I disliked the Viscount from the moment I first saw him.

What he did to Amaranth, and besides, even if I wasn’t his blood, he gave me the Rohanson name only to sell me out to Bishop Marik, so I couldn’t view him favorably.

“I’m worried Father might start talking nonsense.”

“Nonsense?”

“Yes. For example… calling me not your daughter but a demon’s child.”

I let out a deep sigh.

I observed Bishop Marik’s reaction. Whenever I faced Bishop Marik, I wanted to lift the veil and see what expression the face underneath was making.

However, Bishop Marik with his bare face revealed had a dead expression that made it difficult to read his emotions.

“A demon’s child.”

“Yes. If you heard such things and Bishop Marik misunderstood me, wouldn’t that be unfortunate?”

As if sensing my persistent gaze, Bishop Marik also looked at me.

Among his dead expressions, only the eyes that looked at me intently remained alive and gleaming.

***

The girl let out a deep sigh.

Even the sound of her sighing was so sweet that Saraka couldn’t help but admire it.

When Evangeline Rohanson turned her head, her soft white hair flowed down smoothly. The disheveled pure white hair glowed softly.

If one were to cut that hair and use the white fibers as thread to weave cloth, they could create fabric much whiter than the priests’ uniforms.

A dress tailored from that fabric would be coveted by countless noble ladies, and if uniforms were made, gentlemen might draw swords and quarrel over them.

Dare I say, Evangeline Rohanson was pure white. Pure. Noble.

Evangeline Rohanson was a being that suited the word “pure white” despite it being inappropriate for her station.

Saraka had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. Among the evidence that could determine Evangeline Rohanson was not human, her beauty would certainly contribute and be described in dozens of lines.

Evangeline resembled sculptures more than living people. Even if placed among the statues decorating temples, no one would notice.

Her skin was so transparent that if you looked closely, you could find the blood vessels flowing beneath, but even the blood vessels seemed like something a sculptor had painstakingly recreated.

If Evangeline appeared before ignorant beings who didn’t know the Sun God, those foolish ones would mistake Evangeline for an angel and worship her.

It was such a blasphemous thing that I wanted to cut off their necks immediately, but even faithful Saraka could understand their feelings.

However, when Evangeline opened her eyes and mouth, my impression completely changed.

Her eyes blinked. Her eyelashes fluttered as her eyelids opened. Between the purely white colors, distinct red forced its way through and opened her eyes. It was such an intense red that you’d believe it if someone said they had deliberately split something open and smeared blood on it.

The scene of Evangeline opening her eyes was certainly something that hundreds of painters working together couldn’t depict even if they drew continuous scenes.

They would despair at their inability to capture Evangeline and would grab and cut off their own hands. Just as that heretic Gabriel had stolen from Saraka had done.

And they would use the blood from their severed hands to paint their eyes and lips as the final touch.

The lips painted with blood parted, revealing a red tongue between them.

Beneath the white-packaged exterior, red things were nestled. If you peeled away all the skin, red things would surely writhe inside. It would definitely be disgusting and hideous.

In other words, Evangeline Rohanson’s beauty was nothing more than a well-decorated facade to hide the mess inside.

“A demon’s child.”

Saraka was sincerely convinced. Evangeline was definitely a demon’s child.

“Yes. If you heard such things, wouldn’t Bishop Marik misunderstand me?”

Saraka thought she must be making a strange expression. Having lived her entire life with her face covered by a veil, she wasn’t accustomed to making expressions with her bare face. Evangeline, seen with the veil removed, was too vivid.

The sacred blood of Bishop Marik flowing through her body cried out: ‘Kill that demon immediately!’

Saraka asked the Bishop within her to be a little quieter. It was still too early. Evangeline Rohanson’s decoration had to be the sacrifice.

“That can’t be.”

Saraka answered haltingly, trying to remember what Evangeline had said. What did Evangeline say? Whether I wouldn’t misunderstand her? Saraka denied those words.

“No one knows Lady Rohanson better than Bishop Marik.”

Evangeline was Saraka’s ‘Lea.’

The nemesis arranged for Saraka. Saraka’s sacrificial lamb. The perfect offering that would help Saraka step up to completeness. The stepping stone that would allow a lowly heretic girl to position herself closest to the sun.

Saraka didn’t even consider the possibility that Evangeline might gain an advantage over her. The merciful Sun would never turn a blind eye to His favorite being defeated.

Saraka cried out in her heart.

‘Bishop Marik, whom I trust without doubt. It seems the Sun God cherishes me more than you.’

That’s why He had conceived and presented such a perfect adversary so that Saraka could steal everything from Bishop Marik. Evangeline’s red eyes, like Lea’s, were proof of that.

Evangeline Rohanson’s resurrection without finding peace even in death was surely for Saraka’s sake.

Saraka rejoiced in her choice to deliberately take time to stay by Viscount Rohanson’s side at this important time just before the sacrifice. This brief meeting allowed Saraka to reflect on her own purpose.

“Then that’s fortunate.”

Evangeline said as she tucked the invitation Saraka had personally written into her bosom.

“Tell Bishop Marik this: that I will definitely attend the sacrifice.”

Evangeline promised to step onto the stage Saraka had prepared. As the actor accepted the role, the curtain rose on the final act.

A thrill ran through her entire body. Her heart raced wildly. Looking at each other face to face, she even felt a strange emotion. Evangeline’s particularly profound impact might be due to the influence she had on Saraka.

Saraka prayed. That this meeting with Saraka would be profound for Evangeline too.

Please, let this feeling not be Saraka’s unrequited love.

This was troublesome. ‘Bishop Marik’ kept trying to slip out in front of Evangeline Rohanson. It was as if she was desperate to reveal that she was Bishop Marik.

Saraka, who had almost made a big mistake, reflected on the fact that her current role was not Bishop Marik, but merely a lowly maid of heretic origin. Saraka skillfully distinguished between herself and Bishop Marik.

Bishop Marik was not something like a maid. He didn’t disguise himself as a maid to scheme behind the scenes. Saraka could act as a maid in her original form because she was a byproduct, not Bishop Marik.

Once she was reborn as a perfect bishop by sacrificing Evangeline at the sacrifice, she would never act like Saraka again.

Scene□□. Viscount Hükel’s Drawing Room.

Saraka delivered the lines she had written.

Saraka: (Happy that Evangeline would attend, but trying to calm her excitement and be careful with her words) Yes. Bishop Marik will be pleased.

Saraka speaks with proper manners.

Evangeline: “Is that all you have to say to me?”

Evangeline asked through gritted teeth. Anger toward Saraka surged and overflowed. Saraka sweetly accepted Evangeline’s anger and affirmed.

Saraka: (looks at Evangeline without avoiding her gaze) Yes. (smiling) Lady Evangeline of Rohanson just needs to participate in the Sacrifice Ritual in the role of the offering. (heart swells with emotion)

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