My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 213

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The priest’s questioning tone was gentle, which made it even more frightening. The priest who had been quietly observing Hena smiled softly.

“Then there must have been nothing wrong with the parishioner’s meal.”

Fortunately, the priest seemed convinced and left with the empty dishes. After the priest left, Jelly, who had been acting like she was about to die, slyly opened her eyes and started giggling.

“Did you hear? They said your taste buds are ruined.”

She looked like she was about to burst from laughter. She was laughing so loudly that it seemed like the priest who had left might come back in, making me feel self-conscious.

Hena waited for Jelly to stop laughing. When Jelly finally calmed down and was panting for breath, Hena asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What? Oh, that the milk had gone bad?”

Hena nodded.

“It wasn’t spoiled.”

“What?”

“Far from being spoiled, it was probably the most delicious thing I’ve had this week.”

Since it had been well over a week since being trapped in the bell tower, Jelly’s words were just a joke. Jelly, who had spoken cheekily, soon hid her playfulness and explained.

“I was testing you.”

At Jelly’s words, Hena felt a chill run down her spine. So… so the priest had deliberately lied to check if Hena had eaten her meal properly?

“You’ve been acting strange lately, so I wanted to check if you’d come to your senses.”

Since Hena had been drinking holy water instead of eating meals and her mind had become clear, the priest noticed something was off and tested Hena.

What would have happened if Hena had changed her story and agreed that the milk tasted strange? Hena, feeling creeped out, rubbed her arms.

“Why are you getting scared? You could just say your tongue is numb from being drugged so you can’t taste anything.”

Jelly answered as if reading Hena’s thoughts.

“Well, your dopey acting was perfect anyway, so don’t worry. Anyone would have thought you were a drug addict.”

Even while listening to Jelly giggle, Hena’s trembling wouldn’t stop.

Now she had to admit it. Jelly was right. The food provided by the temple had been drugged. And with drugs that would rob Hena of her reason, making her unable to think normally.

Indeed, holy water is mysterious. It instantly cured the addiction symptoms from drugs that Hena didn’t even know she had consumed.

Hena knew well about people addicted to drugs thanks to Dorine Ponor, who had worked as Evangeline’s tutor at the Rohanson Estate.

When Dorine first infiltrated the Rohanson Estate, she was suffering from severe withdrawal symptoms that were quite similar to Hena’s.

But could just a few days of eating at the temple cause such severe withdrawal symptoms? Hena searched her now-clear memories.

Hena had started acting strangely, as if bewitched by something, even before entering the temple. Clearly, Hena had consumed drugs before even entering the temple. But Hena was certain she had never touched drugs with her own hands.

So someone had drugged Hena, and there was only one person she could think of.

‘…Bishop Marik.’

Bishop Marik always made sure to feed Hena something whenever they met. Sometimes it was tea to calm her body, sometimes medicine to prevent nightmares, and sometimes freshly baked bread she claimed to have bought thinking of Hena.

Hena had eagerly looked forward to the time spent sharing refreshments with Bishop Marik. It was the only time she could escape from Evangeline and the demons, and that eerie existence wearing her brother’s mask.

But if all those sweet moments were… an environment Bishop Marik had deliberately created by drugging her so that Hena would desperately wait only for Bishop Marik…

Her breath caught in her throat.

Being addicted and suffering from mild withdrawal symptoms, only able to get drugs when meeting Bishop Marik – of course that time would be precious. Had Hena become dependent on Bishop Marik, who provided her with drugs, treating her whispered words like divine revelations?

Come to think of it, it was Bishop Javanya who had sent Dorine. Though Dorine had originally been a drug addict and Javanya hadn’t recommended drugs himself, it showed that the temple used drugs and holy water to tighten their grip on people.

There’s no way Bishop Marik wouldn’t know the methods Bishop Javanya used.

Even Hena herself couldn’t understand how the situation had come to this.

At first, her brother had simply become unfamiliar.

A child who could barely breathe within Hena’s protective walls. Originally, Kanna was a child who couldn’t survive without Hena. But after drinking holy water and recovering, Kanna no longer needed Hena.

From the moment Kanna could stand on her own two feet, she changed vividly. Kanna’s world was no longer just Hena.

But what about Hena? Hena, who had lived only for Kanna until now? Hena realized that she too had no purpose in life without Kanna.

Then, on the day she visited the temple and saw the painting depicting Donau’s corpse, Hena felt complete loss from their divergent reactions. The loss and unfamiliarity she felt from her brother, who had completely left her protective walls, soon transformed into fear and disgust.

However, Hena didn’t acknowledge her selfishness. Instead, she shifted the blame, saying the reason she felt fear was all because of Kanna.

Kanna had become wicked while under Evangeline’s care.

Kanna had been bewitched by demons.

Then Hena met Bishop Marik.

Bishop Marik provided another excuse. She said that demons had taken complete possession of Kanna’s body. The idea that she could get her Kanna back if she played her cards right was very appealing. Bishop Marik’s whispers and the drugs she unknowingly became addicted to became the catalyst that led Hena to the worst outcome.

Being beautifully manipulated, Hena betrayed Evangeline, who had saved her brother’s life, and her beloved brother who had miraculously recovered.

Even though Hena had fallen for Bishop Marik’s schemes, even though her memories weren’t intact, the things she had done didn’t disappear.

Most importantly, one of those who had probably suffered the most damage from Hena was right before her eyes. Hena stared quietly at Jelly.

“How did you know?”

“What? That you were crazy?”

“…That I was addicted to drugs.”

Hena didn’t point out Jelly’s somewhat sarcastic tone. She didn’t have the energy left, and she felt Jelly deserved to speak harshly to her.

“You made me drink your blood. Remember?”

Hena nodded. She vaguely remembered. It was when she was drugged. Mistaking Jelly for Kanna, Hena had cut her arm trying to treat her brother who was suffering from holy water.

“Your blood tasted terrible, so I knew. There were impurities mixed in – I couldn’t help but notice immediately.”

In a way, it was fortunate that Hena had made Jelly drink her blood then. Thanks to that, Jelly noticed Hena’s condition. Moreover, according to Jelly, her body had somewhat recovered because she drank Hena’s blood then. Not exactly thanks to it, but because of it.

“I knew you were crazy, but I didn’t know you were crazy from drugs.”

Jelly grumbled that it was regrettable she hadn’t noticed earlier. Hena smiled, which was truly rare for her. Even though the things Hena had done didn’t disappear just because they were due to drugs, Jelly seemed to have lessened her resentment after understanding the cause.

Her whole body was falling apart, yet she was making jokes. Such understanding. Now that she thought about it, she really wasn’t a scary demon at all.

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It wasn’t surprising, but Hena wasn’t Jelly’s guard – she was trapped in the bell tower together with her. Bishop Marik had probably locked them together to dispose of both the now-useless Hena and Jelly at once.

The priests came twice a day, morning and evening, bringing meals mixed with drugs. Sometimes they would bring dozens of bottles of holy water. It seemed the place was still being used as a storage room for holy water, regardless of Hena and Pudding being imprisoned there.

However, this was the first time a knight had visited. Hena unconsciously tensed at the sight of the imposing sword sheath at his waist.

“So you’re Evangeline Rohanson’s maid.”

The knight looked down at Hena with contempt.

“You’re a pitiful sight for a demon’s minion.”

His eyes clearly showed undisguised disgust. The knight habitually tapped the sword hilt with his fingers. That small gesture made Hena hold her breath in fear.

Had they discovered she wasn’t taking the drugs? Had Bishop Marik decided Hena was no longer useful and sent the knight?

Fortunately, the knight’s gaze soon shifted away. Having quickly lost interest in Hena, the knight turned his eyes to Jelly. This time, the knight’s eyes glinted menacingly. Hena tensed involuntarily, feeling like the knight might cut Jelly’s throat at any moment.

“If Bishop Marik hadn’t told me to keep you alive, I would have killed you long ago… Why do I have to be watching over something like you on a day like today?”

The knight spoke while suppressing his rising murderous intent. It seemed the knight’s anger was because of Jelly. The knight glared at Jelly while muttering complaints. Hena held her breath and listened carefully to the quiet words.

From what she gathered, the knight seemed furious about Bishop Marik’s order to guard the bell tower where the demon was imprisoned. He seemed to think he should be given a bigger role instead of being tied down by Jelly.

“But still, a little venting should be fine. Bishop Marik would overlook this much.”

The knight drew his sword. The blade made a chilling sound as it slid out of its sheath. With those rationalizing words, merciless violence began.

Hena was overwhelmed by the visual violence the knight displayed and held her breath. Afraid that stopping the knight might cost her own neck, she could only crouch in a corner and hold her breath. Listening helplessly to the sounds that reached her.

Jelly couldn’t even resist. It was natural since she wasn’t in any condition to fight back in the first place.

The knight slowly, leisurely poured holy water on the sword that pierced through her body. The holy water that flowed down the blade pooled between the flesh where the blade had penetrated and began to boil from within. It was very slow torture.

The knight savored the sound of Jelly’s agonized moans and added seasoning to torment the demon further.

“Listen well. Today is the day your master’s head will be cut off. Or will she burn to death?”

His tone was cheerful, as if humming a tune. The knight’s words reached Hena, who was covering her ears unable to bear Jelly’s moans, with strange clarity.

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