My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 215

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“It’s only natural for a master to come rescue them.”

How wonderful it would have been if Jelly had been in a state where he could escape on his own, as he had said.

His body, a bloody mess and completely limp, could barely manage to make a sound. Gabriel overlapped with Jelly in my mind. Both seemed to have gotten hurt because they got entangled with me.

Feeling somewhat melancholy, I lightly pinched Jelly’s cheek for no reason. Having enjoyed my touch to his heart’s content, he seemed flustered when suddenly pinched and stammered.

“Ma… Master? Why all of a sudden…?”

His tone was aggrieved. Why indeed. It was punishment for almost making me show tears. I had worked so hard to steel my resolve in the carriage, and it almost became meaningless.

Fortunately, there was a way to heal Jelly’s wounds. Just like how Hena had tried to cut her own arm to feed him blood. But I couldn’t just throw another person to restore Jelly. As I pondered quietly, I saw my hand stroking Jelly. Ah, I was here.

Hena’s blood was effective because she had a body blessed with divine power. But I was someone whom holy water didn’t work on.

I wondered just how effective my blood would be.

Would it have no effect since I hadn’t received blessings, or would it be the opposite…

I picked up a broken bottle from the floor and lightly pricked my fingertip. A sharp pain came, and a red droplet hung from my fingertip. I brought the hand I had been gently stroking with to his chin and forced his mouth open.

“Open your mouth, Jelly.”

“I don’t… want to… I don’t want to eat…”

Jelly turned his head away in defiance. He acted horrified, as if my blood were deadly poison.

“…How could I… How could I… eat Master, of all people?”

Of course, Jelly’s reason for refusing was like Pudding’s – that it would be presumptuous to drink my blood. But Jelly seemed to feel repulsed by the idea of equating me with the prey he had been eating all along.

“Jelly.”

Seeing that I had no intention of withdrawing my hand, Jelly let out a deep sigh.

“…I wondered who that Hena kid… learned from…”

If we’re talking about cause and effect, I actually learned from watching Hena, but I didn’t bother to correct him. Jelly glanced toward the door. He must have been conscious of Pudding beyond the door.

“If Pu…dding sees this, he’ll try to kill me…”

As if. Pudding would understand well enough if it’s for a sick friend. Yes. Probably…

“It’s fortunate that he’s sleeping.”

If that kitten wakes up, I’m really dead. Jelly muttered quietly, then slowly opened his mouth and bit down on my fingertip with a whimper.

At first, Jelly just gently touched it with his tongue, then rolled his eyes around.

He just flicked his tongue as if testing it, then glanced at me before biting my hand. The unexpected pain almost made me let out a groan. It seemed like he had made a bigger wound because the one I had made was too shallow.

After biting me himself, as if to comfort me, his rough tongue licked the finger where blood was seeping out. It felt like experiencing a lollipop indirectly. Jelly didn’t spit out my hand and mumbled while still biting it.

“It tastes like cherry blossoms.”

He even gave a taste review. The one who said he wouldn’t eat it seemed to have already gone home somewhere.

I let one hand be licked or bitten to Jelly’s heart’s content while using my other hand to part his fur and examine his wounds.

Flesh was filling in at a rapid pace. It seemed to be much more effective than I had expected. That’s why Jelly was licking my hand like ice cream.

I waited until Jelly’s body recovered to some degree, then pulled my hand away when he seemed almost fully healed. Jelly grabbed it with both hands to prevent it from being taken away. Hands?

When had he changed back to human form? I was so focused on his wounds that I noticed late. Now that he was in human form, it was much easier to check his condition.

I grabbed his chin and turned his face around. His eyes were properly there, his nose was fine, he had both ears… There were no strangulation marks on his neck either. No missing teeth either.

After counting his teeth with my finger, I pulled my hand away. The hand covered in blood and bodily fluids was damp. His body, which had been melting and full of holes like a honeycomb, had become smooth. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say all his wounds had healed.

The anger that had been boiling inside me seemed to cool down a bit. I could finally feel relieved. I really thought Jelly might stop breathing at any moment.

If he had been human, his breath would have stopped immediately, but since his wounds could heal, was it fortunate that Jelly was a demon after all?

It made all my past denials of reality and happy delusions seem meaningless – claiming he was a werewolf, not a demon, bringing up all sorts of excuses. But it wasn’t my fault for thinking of Jelly as a beastman. What else would you call something that wags its tail like a perfect dog?

“Was it delicious?”

“Huh? No, yes. No, why is this delicious?”

Jelly, who had been answering blankly like a broken robot, suddenly came to his senses and started feeling around his own body.

“Why did my body heal after eating Master’s blood? Did you perhaps convert to being a Sun God believer while I was gone?”

“As if.”

Seeing him spout such nonsense, he must be feeling much better now. Converting to Sun God worship, what nonsense – I’m actually planning to commit some spectacular blasphemy.

Leaving the fussing Jelly behind, I took a bottle of holy water to wash the saliva off my hands. The wound I had made to feed Jelly blood remained even after touching the holy water. The wound from when I blocked Azazel’s sword before had also taken quite a while to heal, so this wound would probably remain for a long time too.

Jelly looked very hurt after witnessing me washing my hands. To me, holy water is just water, and I just washed my hands with water, so there’s nothing to be hurt about. If I wiped my hands on Jelly’s clothes too, he’d probably threaten to run away from home, so I decided not to do that.

“Hena.”

“Yes? Yes…”

I picked up another bottle of holy water and called Hena. Hena hesitantly approached.

I rolled up Hena’s sleeve and slowly poured holy water on her arm. Unlike me, Hena’s flesh immediately began to regenerate. As expected, an instant panacea. I was genuinely amazed. Hena’s wound that touched the holy water soon healed cleanly, but I didn’t let go of her wrist.

Hena remained with her wrist held by me, looking very awkward. Hena hung her head low toward the floor.

“Hena, don’t you have something to say to me?”

“…”

“Many people from Rohanson were hurt.”

Hena’s hand trembled slightly.

“Master, she was just deceived by the Bishop…!”

“Shh.”

Jelly tried to defend Hena, but at my command to be quiet, he tucked his tail and shut his mouth. Of course she was deceived by Bishop Marik – Hena wouldn’t have betrayed me on her own.

Moreover, seeing how Hena had tried to feed Jelly her blood, she was clearly feeling guilty and repentant.

Hena squeezed her eyes shut, thinking I would punish her. I looked at Hena and spoke quietly.

“But no one died in the fire. Jelly saved them all.”

Foolish Jelly had dragged his injured body to pull everyone out of the flames. I don’t know how vividly Mary conveyed Jelly’s heroic deeds.

Although there were people who died afterward from the blind swords of the holy knights, that was Bishop Marik’s sin, not Hena’s fault.

I heard that the bodies of the dead were buried by the Rohanson people before they evacuated. These were names I only learned after dying. Before that, I had seen the people of this world except for me as mere extras, not people, so I really had no right to blame Hena either.

Since Jelly, who was directly harmed by Hena, was defending her like that, only the Rohanson people would have grounds to resent Hena.

Even Daisy resented her, calling her a maid who had served me closely, and she would certainly be even more sharp and wary toward Hena, who had contributed to burning down the manor, even if she hadn’t committed arson directly. But their resentment wasn’t something I could resolve for them.

“Still, you’ll have to pay for your sins to the people of the Rohanson Viscount’s household.”

“…Yes.”

Hena bit her lip and nodded.

“Then shall we go back now to hear their resentment?”

Hena’s eyes widened at my words. Her eyes were swollen from crying silently even before I entered the room. I wiped Hena’s eyes with my thumb.

“Kanna is waiting.”

There was no one better suited than Kanna to give Hena a sharp talking-to. At the mention of Kanna, the blocked dam crumbled. Tears poured from Hena’s eyes.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. My lady… I’m sorry, Kanna…”

Hena gasped for breath and kept repeating apologies over and over again. She might suffocate. I hugged Hena and patted her back.

Jelly, who thought I would harshly scold Hena, let out a sigh of relief. I brought up the topic to Hena, who was crying and apologizing.

“What about to Jelly?”

“It’s fine. I already received an apology.”

Jelly didn’t seem to want to receive a prostrating bow.

“Well, thanks to her, I’m somehow still alive.”

Jelly grumbled quietly. Seeing that, I frowned slightly. It looked like he was belittling himself by readily forgiving Hena after being hurt so badly it was a miracle he didn’t die.

“Jelly. Even if you don’t die easily… don’t treat your body too carelessly.”

Though I, who once poured holy water into Jelly’s mouth, shouldn’t be the one to say this. Back then, I didn’t even suspect Jelly was a demon. I made excuses to myself that I had done it with good intentions to treat Jelly.

Jelly tilted his head, not understanding why he was being scolded, looking aggrieved. It seemed like I’d need to give Jelly some self-esteem improvement education after returning home.

When Hena seemed somewhat calmed down, I opened the door.

“Priest Harut. You can come in now.”

Harut peeked his face in to check on Jelly, and seeing that he wasn’t in the same wretched state as before, he sighed and entered the room. I immediately received Pudding from Harut.

Rico, who had been standing upright like a meerkat on top of the curled-up Pudding, puffed out his chest and said he had been guarding Pudding well. Rico in rat form somehow looked more like Mabuka. No, Mabuka must resemble Rico.

Perhaps because his body was split and his consciousness divided, his mental age might have become younger too. Jelly, who was looking at Rico, tilted his head.

“What’s that filthy rat?”

Ah. Come to think of it, Jelly doesn’t know Rico?

“This is the one who set fire to the Rohanson manor…”

“What! That damn rat bastard!”

“…but had his body stolen by a demon, then in turn suppressed the demon and was a great help in coming to rescue you.”

I wish you’d listen to people until the end. And it’s not like a rat – it really is a rat.

“Huh?”

Jelly, who had been gripping the rat as if to crush it, sheepishly put Rico down again.

“I didn’t recognize my benefactor. Haha, you should have told me earlier.”

Jelly whistled and tapped Rico’s head. Rico got squashed and struggled to escape from Jelly’s grasp.

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