My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 214

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Had Bishop Marik finally drawn his sword? But if it were when I was drugged, I might not know, but now that news didn’t sound particularly welcome.

If Lady Rohanson were to be executed, then what would happen to Kanna? What would become of Kanna? Considering Bishop Marik’s track record, there was no need to ponder for long.

Bishop Marik would break his promise to return Kanna to Hena as she originally was and take Kanna away without any guilt. As Lady Rohanson’s closest aide, he would kill her in the most cruel way, as if showing off to everyone.

Unable to breathe properly and growing increasingly dazed, countless worst-case scenarios came to mind like a dream. While Hena was distracted, the knight pulled out the sword that had been stuck in like a skewer. Red droplets that had flowed down the blade dripped onto the floor.

Was it over now? Before Hena could feel slightly relieved, the knight reached out to grab Jelly’s hair and lifted her face. Even though her body had become a sheath for the sword, her eyes were still fierce. The knight clicked his tongue and let go. Jelly’s body, falling from midair, hit the ground again with a groan.

The knight pressed down with his weight on his foot as if he wanted to crush and trample Jelly. It was the spot where the sword had just been embedded. Jelly shuddered in pain. Watching her struggle and writhe to escape from underneath, the knight furrowed his brow.

“Crawling on the floor, you look just like a maggot.”

The knight made that assessment.

“Vulgar, hideous, and ugly – isn’t that a fitting nickname for someone as filthy as you?”

He stepped on her head so she couldn’t look toward the sun. The sight of her crawling on the floor was quite satisfying.

It seemed he had finished venting his anger satisfactorily. The knight took out a handkerchief, soaked it with holy water to wipe the blood from his face, and also cleaned the sword that was dripping with blood. Though wiping away the blood couldn’t cleanse his ugly nature, he acted noble all by himself.

The empty bottle fell to the floor and shattered into pieces. Hena wondered if what had broken was actually herself.

“If I ever get to cut off Evangeline Rohanson’s head, I’ll let you see it later.”

It was a patronizing attitude, pretending to be generous. The knight barked at Hena to clean up the floor, then left the room.

After the knight left, Hena crawled on her knees toward Jelly. Her legs were trembling so much that she couldn’t walk properly. The closer she got to Jelly, the more red stained her knees.

“Are you, are you okay?”

The condition up close was even more terrible. Now she really thought Jelly might actually die.

“Unless… you throw me… into boiling… holy water… I won’t die…”

The forced voice was completely cracked and ragged, but Hena let out a deep sigh of relief. She was still alive. Still.

Hena took off her outer garment and vigorously wiped the holy water from the floor. This was because red-stained holy water had pooled beneath Jelly.

While cleaning the floor, Hena felt that she herself was too pathetic and worthless. While she was angry at the knight’s behavior, she realized that what she had done to Jelly in the past was no different.

She had even used a child as a tool by deceiving them, rather than getting her hands dirty directly like the knight, so Hena’s crime was actually worse. Hena couldn’t understand Jelly at all. How could Jelly worry about Hena? When it was because of her that she had ended up in this state.

She wiped away the sweat that had beaded on her forehead. Her eyes stung, perhaps because sweat had gotten into them. Rubbing roughly with her coarse sleeves quickly made her eyes raw.

Blood from her sleeves got on her face, but Hena didn’t care. Strangely, even though she kept wiping, droplets continued to form.

The clothes that had wiped the water from the floor quickly became soggy. Drooping and dripping with water droplets, it wasn’t much different from Hena’s own state. And it was when she was cleaning up the broken bottles.

Hena looked at Jelly with blurred vision. Even though she had wiped away the holy water near Jelly, Jelly still looked distressed. She writhed in pain. But unlike before when she would quickly pull herself together, this was different.

‘What if she really dies like this?’

Hena was suddenly frightened. It felt like something was weighing on her heart.

After agonizing, Hena seemed to make a big decision as she broke an empty bottle and grabbed a large shard.

With trembling hands, Hena brought the glass shard to her arm. When she had previously fed Jelly her blood while mistaking her for her sister due to being drugged, there had definitely been some improvement, even if slight.

“What… are you… doing? Stop… it?”

Jelly, guessing what she was trying to do, was horrified and tried to stop Hena.

Hena squeezed her eyes shut. Last time her mind had been confused due to the drugs, but this was the first time she was harming her body with a clear mind.

With a stinging sensation, Hena opened her eyes. Her arm felt numb. The wound was shallower than expected. It seemed she had only lightly scraped the surface skin because she couldn’t put proper strength into her hand. Hena was panting. Her back was drenched in sweat.

Then footsteps were heard from outside. It felt like all the hair on her body was standing on end. Hena looked back at the door and instinctively stood close to the door, blocking in front of Jelly protectively.

Was the knight from earlier coming back up? Jelly hadn’t even recovered properly yet… It was all because Hena had been too slow.

As the sound grew closer, Hena tensely gripped the glass shard and held it up high. She planned to stab immediately if someone opened the door and entered. She held her breath, afraid her breathing might leak out.

The door burst open. Hena blinked at the person who appeared beyond the door.

“Ha, now I’m… seeing… hallucinations too.”

Jelly seemed to be seeing the same illusion.

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I was momentarily speechless at the scene that greeted me when I opened the door. The smell I had grown sick of while going around the temple’s prison cells pierced my nostrils again.

I unconsciously swallowed. Rico burrowed into my arms. Perhaps terrified, his whiskers trembled incessantly, representing his feelings. At least it was fortunate that Pudding was still asleep and couldn’t see this cruel scene.

“This is…”

Harut was shocked, covering his mouth. Even though I knew it wasn’t Harut’s fault, I kept my mouth tightly shut, thinking I might sarcastically ask how this could be considered a storage room.

The interior of the room near the sun was quite chilly. With large cabinets densely lined with holy water, it was indeed a storage room.

The problem was that what caught my eye first, even before those holy waters, was Jelly in a terrible state. From head to toe, she was completely stained red, with hardly any original color remaining.

She looked like a corpse. No, it would be more believable to say she looked like well-minced meat rather than a dead body. I was amazed at myself for being able to recognize that it was Jelly.

Jelly’s body was covered with blatant traces of violence. Even the prisoners confined in the temple’s dungeon weren’t as blood-soaked as Jelly. I never thought those guys would look better off in comparison.

“…Is she alive?”

“I’ve been… misunderstood… several times today… I’m still… alive and well?”

When Harut asked hesitantly, Jelly announced her survival. Still what – only her mouth is alive.

At least Hena looked much better compared to Jelly. Although her face was covered in tears, her clothes were stained with red liquid, blood was dripping from her arm, and she had wounds on her hands from gripping glass shards tightly.

No, seeing Jelly’s condition must have temporarily skewed my common sense. It only seemed relatively okay because Jelly, who was in worse shape, was next to her. Hena’s condition was also terrible.

Looking at Hena, I sighed inwardly. My resolution to give her a satisfying punch when I met her for being annoyed that she had completely fallen for Bishop Marik while Kanna and I were obviously awake became meaningless.

I thought she’d be living it up and being treated well… No, if Bishop Marik took my maid, he should have at least treated her well, but what is this state the child is in? Chewing over my complaints, I accumulated another grudge against Bishop Marik.

“…Lady Rohanson? Are you really Lady Rohanson…?”

Hena, who had been staring at me blankly, called out to me as if she couldn’t believe it. Well, am I supposed to be fake? Feeling my gaze, Hena dropped the glass shard to the floor and wiped her hands behind her back. She must have a guilty conscience even though I didn’t ask anything.

“It’s not because I knew it was you, my lady. I thought the knight was coming back…”

“Knight?”

From Hena’s words, it sounds like this whole mess was created by that knight. He most likely contributed to making Jelly look like this.

“What did the knight look like?”

At my question, Hena answered hesitantly.

“Hooked nose… long hair…”

Strangely, it was a description I’d heard many times before. It was exactly how the knight I had just dealt with looked.

Without needing to hear more, it was Nakir. How dare he do such a thing? My teeth ground together.

Even though there was circumstantial evidence that I probably wasn’t Bishop Marik, I could tell from when he suddenly lifted my veil that he had a bad disposition. But seeing this scene, that must have been him showing courtesy in his own way.

I should have just cut off Nakir’s throat and come. Bloodless entry – I chose too peaceful a method. Of course, peaceful methods are good. But I’ll need to redefine peace going forward. From now on, my fist’s name is Peace. There are many people I need to introduce to Peace.

“Hena. Did that knight wound your arm too?”

Hena shook her head.

“This… I did this myself to feed my blood to Jelly…”

Is Jelly some kind of vampire? Well, she’s something similar to that. Since Jelly is in this state, anyone with compassion wouldn’t be able to stand it without taking some action.

After briefly deliberating between Hena and Harut, I entrusted Pudding to Harut. Harut, though bewildered, naturally took Pudding into his arms. Sorry, Hena. The wound of betrayal still stings, so I can’t entrust Pudding to you. I’m not exactly a saint, so I hold grudges for quite a while.

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t entrust your heart to others…?”

Harut asked reluctantly.

“Then it seems you’re no longer an outsider, Priest.”

Of course, I’m trusting Rico. Rico, clinging to Pudding, whispered that he would watch Harut and nodded resolutely.

“Would you stand guard, Priest Harut?”

Since Harut looked like he was about to vomit, it seemed better to station him outside under the pretext of keeping watch. Most importantly, since it was a room full of holy water, it would be difficult for Pudding to stay here continuously.

“Yes. I’ll notify you immediately if I hear anyone approaching.”

I left Harut, Pudding, and Rico outside and closed the door. Once completely sealed, the fishy smell became even thicker.

I strode into the room and knelt beside Jelly. Only the floor around where Jelly was lying was unusually clean.

“…Master.”

In the meantime, Jelly had transformed into wolf form. Obviously, she didn’t want to show me her wounds. Her injuries were hidden by her fur, making it impossible to properly distinguish how badly she was hurt. I frowned as I looked over Jelly’s condition.

Up close, I could see that the flesh visible between her fur was not just bruised but melting away. Blood kept gushing from her abdomen. It was admirable that she had endured this long. I felt something surge up inside me, thinking that Jelly had been injured like this because it took me too long to find her.

“Did you wait long?”

“Wait…? I could have… escaped on my own… just fine, so why… did you come?”

Fine my foot. Even as Jelly was putting on a brave front, she curled up tightly in pain.

I stroked Jelly’s head. Jelly looked flustered at first, then soon leaned into my touch. Somehow my vision was blurry. Jelly’s eyes widened as she looked at me.

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