My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 20

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“When Lady Rohanson finishes her prayers, guide her to the knights’ reception room. Uriel is with her.”

On the way, he also told one of the knights to escort Lady Evangeline to the knights’ reception room.

Since the Pararos Knights belonged to the Temple, their building was constructed separately right near the Grand Temple. Though its grandeur couldn’t compare to the Grand Temple, I thought it would be splendid, but surprisingly the building was quite modest.

“Ah. It’s over there.”

As they approached the knights’ office, Hena imagined the worst-case scenario that would unfold.

Gabriel must have been pleased that a clue about the incident had emerged, but Hena felt the opposite—extremely anxious. Hena and Kanna had witnessed Donau’s death at the time, but another witness had appeared? Since the painting was the problem, was it a witness from the artist’s side? No, was a witness even necessary?

And someone who had been at the monastery, no less. Hena became anxious because she couldn’t understand what exactly this witness Gabriel mentioned had seen.

‘Surely they didn’t see the young lady killing Donau. The door was wide open then, so hearing the commotion…’

And like a death sentence being pronounced, the office door opened.

Inside sat three knights including Rafaela whom they had just seen, and a person in monastery robes presumed to be the informant. And that person was so familiar that Hena unconsciously blurted out the name.

“Daisy?”

Daisy, who was rumored to have gone blind and been cast off to the monastery, looked at Hena with a noticeably gaunt appearance.

“Hena. Why are you here?”

“That’s what I should be asking. You went blind…”

There had been rumors that Daisy went blind and was sent to the monastery. So when Hena first took over Daisy’s position, she didn’t know how frightened she had been. Hena had half-suspected that Daisy was already dead and the young lady had spread such rumors to cover it up.

But seeing her now, Daisy was neither blind nor appeared seriously injured.

So Daisy was the witness? Hena’s head throbbed painfully at this completely unexpected situation. If it were someone else, she could at least claim they were mistaken. But Daisy had been a close maid serving the young lady until just recently.

The people of Rohanson Estate don’t easily run their mouths due to the money the butler provides and Lady Evangeline’s ever-present influence. But if the opponent was Daisy, who had already quit her job? She would reveal everything, starting from the dead young lady coming back to life.

That couldn’t happen. What if the Temple Authority, upon learning the whole truth, tried to eliminate the young lady? It wasn’t that she was worried about harm coming to the young lady. She was only afraid of what would happen after the role of Evangeline Rohanson, which was currently restraining the young lady, became useless.

What should she do about this? She had to silence Daisy.

“Did you quit working at the estate?”

When Hena shook her head, Daisy’s complexion turned pale.

“Quit as soon as possible. Wait, wait a moment. That thing on her neck… Hena, who is she?”

Daisy pointed at Kanna.

“She’s my sister.”

Neck? Daisy was looking at Kanna’s neck. There was a red line drawn across Kanna’s neck. It was something Donau had made in the past, and since Kanna refused treatment with holy water, they had just left it as it was.

Seeing that neck, Daisy covered her mouth as if she felt nauseous.

“Your sister?”

At Daisy’s question, Hena nodded.

“Your sister… works at the estate with you?”

“Yes.”

The more Hena answered, the paler Daisy’s face became. Her hand covering her mouth and her pupils trembled endlessly.

That line drawn across the neck was definitely a trace of the demon Daisy had summoned. The demon had the twisted hobby of cutting people’s necks to kill them and then reattaching them. If not for the thin line across the neck, one couldn’t tell whether that person was dead.

The demon had asked to be guided to Rohanson Estate, and Daisy had complied. The demon had successfully entered Rohanson Estate and apparently harmed the people there.

On one hand, she had expected this would happen, but when the actual victim appeared before Daisy, the shock was great. Especially since the victim was the blood relative of a colleague she had known, making her feel even more guilty.

“What have I, what have I done…”

When the shocked Daisy staggered, a nearby knight hurried to support her, but Daisy sharply slapped his hand away. Then she looked at the knight she had struck as if terrified and stepped backward.

It seemed like those knights would suddenly turn and strike Daisy’s neck at any moment. Since she had summoned a demon and even caused the death of Priest Berga, Daisy wasn’t entirely innocent either.

“I, I should be going now.”

“What? What do you mean.”

Daisy had come to the Temple to confirm the painting that Priest Berga claimed to have seen. She had confirmed the ominous magical circle in the painting and decided to testify with the intention of having it disposed of.

Of course, she hadn’t intended to confess everything she had done, so her testimony was just a plausible mix of lies.

“What I just told you is everything. Isn’t that testimony sufficient?”

When Gabriel looked around questioningly, a knight nodded. Gabriel received the paper with Daisy’s testimony neatly organized and skimmed through the contents.

It stated that Priest Berga of the monastery had summoned a demon through that summoning circle. It also listed various evil deeds that Priest Berga had committed while possessed by the demon. It also mentioned that evidence would be found if they searched the priest’s room.

Turning to the next page, there was content about Evangeline Rohanson. From their conversation, it seemed she had originally worked at Rohanson Estate, and this appeared to be her eyewitness account from that time.

Gabriel glanced at Hena and Kanna, then quietly flipped the paper face down. Now he could understand why Daisy was so anxious. It was natural for her to be frightened after meeting people from Rohanson Estate again.

“This has been quite helpful. I’ll investigate the rest myself.”

When Gabriel gave permission to leave, Daisy felt relieved. Since Priest Berga was already dead, she felt no guilt about pinning the blame on him. The evil deeds she had testified about were things Priest Berga had actually committed, and in fact, he was the one who had drawn that summoning circle.

Daisy’s purpose was only to have the ominous painting hanging in the Temple taken down, so this was sufficient to fulfill her role.

“Rafaela, escort her outside the Temple.”

Daisy realized that refusing even this would seem truly suspicious and quietly nodded.

As Daisy passed by Hena, she whispered very quietly. It was such a secretive whisper that even Kanna beside Hena couldn’t hear it.

“Hena. That’s not your sister.”

She couldn’t bring herself to explain all the circumstances. There were knights right beside them, and she was afraid of hearing resentment from Hena saying it was her fault her sister died. So saying that was Daisy’s best option.

Daisy looked at Hena’s dead sister and the orb floating beside her. She hadn’t expected to see that thing again outside the estate… The only fortunate thing was that it wasn’t as frightening as when she had seen it before.

Perhaps because they were inside the Grand Temple, it seemed unable to exert its full power. Fortunately, from Daisy’s experience, those eyes couldn’t hear sounds. They probably hadn’t heard what Daisy had just said to Hena either.

Daisy hurriedly left the reception room, afraid their eyes might meet.

Watching Daisy’s retreating figure as she left the room escorted by a knight, Hena quietly gripped her sister’s hand tightly.

“Sister. What did that person just say?”

“It was nothing.”

Whatever Daisy said, Kanna was definitely Hena’s one and only sister. Even when she had been filled with joy seeing dead Donau, even when she had called that monstrous painting beautiful, no matter how broken Kanna was or what she thought, to Hena she was just her beloved sister. Right. That must be right?

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“Did your prayers go well?”

Yes. I had an absolutely fantastic nap. But I couldn’t possibly tell a holy knight that I had slept soundly during prayer time, so I just nodded awkwardly.

The prayer room Uriel had guided me to was a private room frequently used by nobles, and perhaps because the main clientele were wealthy, the interior was incredibly luxurious. I had thought it would look like some kind of solitary cell, but it was completely different. It was very cozy and nice.

Sunlight poured in through the large window and organ music could be heard from somewhere, so when I closed my eyes and pretended to pray, I gradually became drowsy and sleep washed over me.

I didn’t see God even in my dreams. What special privilege of conversing with God for a transmigrator. The language patch came later and the possession timing was quite late, so there’s no way they’d give me such benefits. I guess I was being too optimistic.

“Did you wait long?”

“Not at all. Some devotees pray for several hours.”

I was worried I might have slept too long, but fortunately it seemed not much time had passed. It would be nice if there were clocks hanging in the Temple, but of course there were no clocks in the prayer room either. Without a mobile phone, this kind of thing is inconvenient. I should carry a pocket watch or something.

“Ah, the Commander is waiting at the knights’ quarters. Your companions who came with you are also there. I’ll escort you there.”

Hena and Kanna must have finished looking at the painting already. Did they wait for me instead of returning to the estate first? Is this what friendship is…? It warms my heart. I slapped Jelly, who was nodding off, to wake him up. Come to think of it, he waited for me too, so why is he so annoying?

Since I came to the Temple, I also did some shopping for holy water with the gold coins I had brought along. Since I’m here, I should stock up on some holy water too. Fortunately, I had grabbed gold coins randomly by the handful, so even after buying ten bottles of holy water, I had money left over.

“Magnificent, my lady. Even if I spent several years’ worth of my salary, I couldn’t buy that amount.”

Beside me, Uriel clapped his hands like a store clerk and made flattering remarks. Could he be some kind of holy water salesman instead of a knight?

When I had Jelly carry the holy water, Jelly turned pale and protested.

“You want me to carry this…?”

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