My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 212

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Harut pointed to where a door was visible. He decided to put aside Saraka’s name for now. There was something more important at the moment.

Seeing Pudding making pained sounds even while sleeping, there must be a massive amount of holy water stored inside that room. And if his expectations were correct.

Finally, he could finally see Jelly.

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After taking Bishop Marik’s carriage to the temple, Hena climbed the bell tower with the demon. It was the highest point of the temple that soared as if to pierce the sky.

Above Hena’s head hung a massive bell. When the priests rang the bell, its resonance made all the walls and floors vibrate in harmony. Every time the bell tolled, Hena would blankly imagine the tower collapsing.

Below Hena stretched endless, repeating stairs with no end in sight. Even now, it was amazing how she had climbed up here – just looking down was a dizzying sight.

Hena’s gaze slowly followed the stairs below, then the stairs below those. If she fell to the very bottom, her body would surely be hideously shattered.

The moment Hena’s body tilted slightly, a pained sound was heard. It was the sound of the demon groaning in agony after a priest had visited during the day. Hena, who had fallen down the stairs and was broken in a mess, crawled back up to return to the demon.

Hena had been assigned the role of monitoring the demon. The bell tower room was filled with holy water on every display shelf. It would have been a sight to make anyone who knew the value of holy water’s eyes gleam.

With holy water everywhere, the demon with an unhealthy body wouldn’t be able to escape on its own. But a reliable safety measure was needed, and Hena was told she had to fulfill that role.

Bishop Marik had entrusted Hena with an important role. So Hena wasn’t trapped here by being deceived by the demon’s cunning tongue as the demon claimed.

Hena monitored the demon as the Bishop had instructed. She watched quietly.

Hena saw the demon being tortured, saw its flesh rotting, and saw how it still couldn’t die despite all that.

The demon was already a mess from the holy water that Hena had made the children sprinkle. On top of that, the priests who were allowed to enter the room would ‘accidentally’ spill holy water on Jelly, so there was no trace of the handsome appearance he had shown at the Rohanson Estate.

The red thing looked exactly like a giant newborn baby. The demon couldn’t move a single finger and couldn’t move its body either.

The weak appearance of being unable to do anything without Hena’s help, with only Hena to rely on, was very familiar.

It’s just like when my sister was sick. Before Kanna got up from her sickbed, she couldn’t move a single finger just like the demon before her eyes. Surely back then, Kanna’s recovery was her only wish…

Hena, who saw her sister overlapping with the demon, unknowingly became a little more lenient. Hena was weak to things that depended on her.

“Shall I kill you?”

“Why? Are you going to sprinkle holy water again?”

The demon sneered. Hena had steeled herself to show kindness, but the demon ruthlessly trampled on Hena’s consideration.

“Fine. I’ll tell you. To kill a demon, sprinkling holy water won’t work. You have to soak it well in water and then burn it. Got it? Ah, you’ve already tried that. Then how about putting it in boiling holy water now?”

“…”

“What? Is that too cruel a method? But it would be much easier than abandoning trust and betraying faith. You’ve already done worse things, so why are you pretending to be so naive? Ah, you were also abandoned by Bishop Marik, so you’re feeling sentimental?”

“Shut your mouth. The Bishop didn’t abandon me.”

“What I’m saying seems to bother you. Then just kill me to shut my mouth. What are you doing not killing me quickly? There’s holy water prepared here, you just need to light a fire.”

As the Bishop had said, the demon was skilled at words that hurt people. Hena resolved not to exchange words with the demon for a while.

One day, the priest who had been providing meals every day didn’t come. Hena went hungry that entire day. She had only skipped one meal, but strangely her mind became extremely worn down. Surely it was because she was hungry from skipping a meal, causing cold sweat all over her body and her stomach clenching with anxiety.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”

The demon spoke to Hena, apparently forgetting the memory of scratching and tearing at her viciously. Even though she had said she wouldn’t speak to him. No, was it Hena who had made that resolution?

“What do you mean what’s wrong?”

“You’re crying right now…”

She was crying. Hena felt around her face. Strangely, moisture came away. Her fingertips trembled. Hena felt her heart clenching tightly.

Something, something was strange. Hena felt that something was strangling her. Why am I here? Ah, it was to get Kanna back. But where is Kanna? Where is Kanna? I need to go find Kanna right now!

Hena’s mind was overloaded and couldn’t accept reality. She jumped up from her seat, but her head spun and her body swayed and tilted. Hena’s body hit the display case, and from that impact, bottles fell to the floor and shattered.

The room became a mess. Every step crushed broken glass fragments. Holy water had spilled on the floor and reached even the demon. Boiling sounds came from the demon’s back as smoke rose.

Hena headed toward the door. Only the thought that she had to go to her sister remained like a commandment. But the door was firmly locked. Hena shouldn’t be trapped, so why wouldn’t the door open?

Had the Bishop really deceived Hena? As Hena roughly pulled at the locked door handle, she turned around at a sound from behind.

“Ugh…”

The demon groaned in pain. Hena limped over and reached out her hand to the demon.

There you are! Hena had found her sister. Her sister was lying still as always, unable to move, waiting for Hena.

Hena looked at her sister with pity.

Her sister was in pain. My poor, pitiful sister who couldn’t eat, sleep, or laugh without Hena… She was in pain, so Hena had to do something.

But she couldn’t go outside, so she couldn’t get medicine either. Hena was troubled when she belatedly noticed the condition of her hands. From placing her hands on the floor, glass had embedded in her hands.

Her head was foggy so she couldn’t properly feel the pain. Hena looked down at her hands, pulled out the glass fragments, and brought her bleeding hands to her sister. According to what she heard from the Bishop, since her sister was a demon, she would recover by eating people.

“Go ahead, eat.”

When her sister fiercely refused, Hena forced her to bite her hand. Her sister took Hena’s blood in her mouth and let out a hollow laugh.

“Ha, I thought you might be crazy, but you really were.”

Her sister called to Hena. Somehow it was a gentler voice than before.

“Hey.”

“Yes… Kanna.”

“Don’t eat meals starting tomorrow. There’s holy water scattered around here, so just eat that stuff. Got it?”

Was it her imagination seeing how rough her speech was? At the question asking if she understood, Hena obediently nodded her head.

From then on, Hena skipped meals. She said that if food was left over it would be suspicious, so Jelly would eat the meals that came for Hena.

Hena had expertise in caring for patients, so she was also skilled at serving meals. Jelly finished eating and smacked his lips.

“Feeding kids this stuff makes their heads go bad. Right. The kid was acting strangely twisted somehow.”

Muttering while nodding his red head seemed to be in agreement with something.

Instead of eating meals, Hena drank holy water. The priests didn’t particularly point out the scene of the floor being shattered into chaos, and they didn’t notice if one or two bottles of holy water disappeared. Using this precious and expensive thing that was hard to obtain as a meal substitute, Hena felt bloated even though she hadn’t eaten anything.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

Jelly asked with concern for Hena. Hena didn’t know how to answer and smiled awkwardly.

“I’m fine.”

She had already skipped meals for several days, but thanks to the holy water’s effects, she didn’t feel hungry.

“Are you coming to your senses now?”

“…”

The voice seemed to be worrying about Hena, or perhaps mocking her.

Sharp, slitted yellow eyes examined Hena. Hena pondered what to answer, then chose to nod silently. The holy water had restored both her previously muddled head and stomach completely, making her mind the clearest it had been recently.

Hena no longer mistook Jelly for Kanna, nor did her thoughts become hazily clouded as before. In fact, Hena had regained her senses after emptying one bottle of holy water, so Jelly’s question was rather late.

But even though she had been lucid for a while, seeing her struggling with memories that rose hazily like acrid smoke, he might be asking only now.

Though she didn’t want to believe it, Jelly might have been considerate of Hena. But why? Even with a clear mind, she couldn’t understand well.

In Hena’s common sense until now, Jelly was the enemy who had taken her sister’s life, then stitched together the shell to deceive her into thinking it was still alive. But such a demon who committed such eerie acts would jump into flames to save children?

Moreover, although Jelly often sneered, he was clearly concerned about Hena.

Jelly explained that the temple had put drugs in Hena’s meals. It was a kind of narcotic, and what appeared in Hena when she skipped one meal were withdrawal symptoms.

No, maybe this was Jelly acting to deceive Hena. As Bishop Marik had said, the wicked ones were bound to bewitch others.

Even in this situation, Hena resented Jelly. Why did he make Hena drink holy water? Why, why did he tell Hena to skip meals? Why did he tell me the truth?

Why, why! Why did you insist on returning reality to me?

Why…

Could this really be a cruel and ruthless demon?

As she wandered in questions that led to more questions, Jelly called to Hena.

“If you’ve come to your senses, clean up the bottles. I can hear footsteps coming up the stairs.”

It seemed to be time for the priests to come collect the empty dishes. Hena hurriedly moved the empty holy water bottles to a corner. Even if the priests didn’t pay attention, she didn’t want to create grounds for suspicion.

Soon the door opened and a priest dressed in pure white robes entered. The priest greeted her with a kind smile.

“Parishioner. Did you finish your meal well?”

“Ah… yes. Of course.”

Hena deliberately reacted slowly.

Whether the temple had drugged Hena or Jelly had deceived Hena, Hena had been acting as if she was out of her mind for a while. She couldn’t be sure which of the two it was, so she couldn’t suddenly show change.

The priest glanced around the room, took a quick look at Jelly, then gathered the empty dishes. The priest, who had been looking at the clean dishes that had been completely emptied without leaving any food, suddenly asked an unexpected question.

“The meal must have suited your taste?”

“Yes, yes… It was delicious. But why do you ask that…?”

When Hena asked with displeasure, the priest tilted his head as if it was strange.

“The cook made a small mistake this time.”

“A mistake?”

The priest nodded.

“Yes. The milk that went into the porridge had gone bad. I naturally thought you would leave the porridge… I was surprised that you cleaned it all up.”

Hena became nervous, feeling like the priest was looking at her suspiciously.

The milk in the porridge had gone bad? But Jelly hadn’t said anything like that… If it was spoiled milk, there was no way she wouldn’t have noticed after eating it. Hena tried not to direct her gaze toward Jelly.

“That’s strange. It’s not as if the parishioner has lost her sense of taste…”

The priest trailed off. Hena momentarily considered whether she should change her words, then shook her head.

“Ah… spoiled milk… Actually, I don’t think there was anything wrong with my meal. It was really delicious.”

“Is that so?”

The priest looked at Hena with a tone that suggested he found it strange.

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