My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 216

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Rico kicked at Jelly’s hand and then turned away sulkily, climbing back onto Pudding. Usually, don’t rats side with dogs and oppose cats? But why is Jelly…

Having failed at deduction, Jelly awkwardly turned his gaze away and now focused his attention on Harut. Perhaps because Harut was a priest, he showed clear signs of wariness at the fierce glare.

“What about that priest?”

“That’s Priest Harut.”

Harut awkwardly bowed his head. After finishing the introductions, I conveyed the plan to Jelly and Hena.

“Jelly, you’ll escape the temple with Hena. Priest Harut will help you.”

“What? Me? Are you telling me to run away with them right now?”

Even though Jelly asked again as if he had misheard, the answer I would give him was the same. Jelly would be much safer returning to the Hosaquin Duke’s mansion. At least I would feel more at ease knowing Jelly’s safety was secured.

“I’d rather just stay by your side, master.”

However, Jelly didn’t realize I was being considerate of him and rebelled, saying his body was completely healed now, so why should he have to go back? Had he erased the memory of being a patient just moments ago?

“Um… since you’ve only just recovered, overexerting yourself would be…”

Hena carefully contradicted Jelly’s words. That’s exactly what I meant. Not only Hena and I, who had directly seen Jelly’s wounds, but even Harut and Rico, who had only glimpsed them briefly, were against Jelly staying. Even Rico, who had been sulking just moments ago, firmly shook his head.

Realizing that no one was on his side, Jelly now clung to me, insisting he could be helpful so I shouldn’t send him away.

“I can be helpful too.”

Instead of help, doesn’t he think that I’m worried about him? Why does he keep trying to diminish his own worth? This is also my fault. I really should go back and implement a self-esteem improvement project. I’ll gather Gabriel and Jelly together for lessons.

Of course, that’s for later, and right now I need to think of a way to persuade Jelly. After pondering for a moment, I decided to bring up Pudding, Jelly’s natural enemy.

“Jelly. I’m thinking of waking up Pudding now.”

“Ugh…”

Just mentioning Pudding’s name made Jelly recoil in disgust.

“I think Pudding will want to hear the reason why you became perfectly fine.”

“What? The reason?”

“Yes, for example, that you got better by drinking my blood? What did you say it tasted like again… ah yes, cherry blossom flavor?”

Jelly’s body stiffened. If Pudding, who has peculiar obsessions with me, heard such a story, he would definitely throw a fit saying he’d drain all of Jelly’s blood. I smiled and asked again.

“You’ll go and wait, right?”

“How did you know? I’m a dog whose specialty is ‘waiting.'”

Jelly quickly tucked his tail between his legs. As expected, Pudding is Jelly’s counter. I patted Jelly’s head as he urged us to hurry up and leave.

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Hena and Jelly decided to leave the temple and head to the Hosaquin Duke’s mansion first. Hena still couldn’t quite grasp the reality of returning to Kanna.

‘I’m going with them too…’

She must have unconsciously thought that Evangeline would leave Hena behind and only take Jelly with her. Of course that made sense. Hena thought she had committed a great sin against Evangeline.

Hena quietly clenched and unclenched her fist, looking down at the wrist that Evangeline had grabbed.

The wound from the glass shard seemed to have healed as if washed with holy water. The wound had disappeared, and Jelly had recovered too. Looking down at her arm like this, everything that had happened moments ago felt like an illusion that never occurred.

How wonderful it would be if all the things Hena had done were just a dream.

Hena raised her gaze to look at Evangeline.

Evangeline Rohanson was truly a mysterious being. There were reasons why so many people worshipped Evangeline.

How could one not revere a being who appears at the moment of greatest need and grants miracles? Doesn’t this seem like a being who appeared to perform miracles?

However, Hena couldn’t blindly worship Evangeline like Kanna did. Hena knew that Evangeline Rohanson was not a savior, and certainly not a god who could fulfill all wishes.

After all, granting human wishes was something demons could easily do as well. She still couldn’t stop overlapping Evangeline with wicked demons – perhaps the impure thoughts that Bishop Marik had instilled still remained.

Nevertheless, Hena had come to understand, just a little, why Kanna followed Evangeline so devotedly. Why she clung to her so desperately. Just slightly.

Hena grasped the wrist that Evangeline had held, as if tracing over it. The cold sensation still remained, making her aware of reality. It had been a hand like a piece of ice. Though Hena had ridiculously found warmth in that cool hand.

Evangeline had said she needed to become someone to resent, and wanted to take Hena along too. It was obvious who would resent Hena the most.

‘Kanna…’

Unlike the Rohanson people who had evacuated to a safe place, Kanna had chosen to remain alone at the Hosaquin Duke’s mansion. If Hena went to the Duke’s mansion, a meeting with Kanna would be unavoidable.

Hena bit her lips tightly.

She couldn’t muster the courage to face Kanna, and her steps wouldn’t move forward. She was afraid to even imagine how hurt Kanna must have been after not recognizing her sister, treating her like a monster, and ultimately abandoning her.

Jelly urged the hesitating Hena.

“Let’s go quickly. We need to escape before that damn cat wakes up.”

“I think it would be better for us to leave quickly too. It’s almost time for the priests to come ring the bell. It would be troublesome if we ran into them, wouldn’t it?”

Harut agreed and recommended they hurry.

“What’s troublesome about it? If we run into them, we can just drop them off the tower.”

Jelly made a sinister joke about perfect evidence destruction since there would be no witnesses. Harut glared at Jelly as if looking at a ruffian.

Setting aside the treatment of any priests they might encounter, Harut was right that nothing good would come from delays, so Hena took her heavy steps forward.

The path down the bell tower was quite dizzying. Hena, who was carefully descending the stairs with her hand against the wall, suddenly missed a step. Hena squeezed her eyes shut. The moment her heart sank, Jelly caught her.

“Be more careful.”

Jelly scolded her while helping her stand upright.

“After drinking all that holy water, how can you be weaker than a scrawny priest?”

“That scrawny priest wouldn’t be me, would it?”

Harut, who was leading the way down the stairs, asked pointedly without even turning around.

“Ah, sorry about that. I said it quietly, but you heard?”

Not to be outdone, Jelly replied sarcastically. Though he had apologized, his voice and attitude didn’t seem sorry at all.

Throughout their descent, Jelly and Harut bickered in similar fashion. It seemed that Jelly’s joke about dropping the priests had rubbed him the wrong way. The fact that Jelly was a demon probably had no small influence as well.

Having nothing more to say besides disparaging each other, both soon fell silent. Hena wondered how the priest had come to help Evangeline, but didn’t bother to pry.

Instead, Hena’s thoughts turned to Evangeline and Pudding, who remained in the storage room.

“Are you sure it’s okay for just us to go back…?”

Harut was there to show Hena and Jelly a safe way out of the temple, and Rico had to go to the city gate, so he was being carried along, dangling in midair by his tail that Jelly held. What was Evangeline doing that she sent them ahead and remained in the storage room?

Jelly, who had been clinging to Evangeline and throwing a tantrum about staying, abandoned his attachment as soon as Pudding was mentioned.

Hena became puzzled. Had Jelly, whose devotion to Evangeline hadn’t broken even when his skin was corroded by holy water and he was tortured, really given up his stubbornness simply because he was afraid of Pudding?

To Hena’s question, Jelly replied nonchalantly.

“I’m just in the way right now.”

“What?”

The answer was different from what she expected, so Hena unconsciously asked again.

“Right now, I can barely maintain my body. If I stayed, I’d just be baggage. That Plauros guy would be more helpful to master than me.”

His self-deprecating words were unusually serious. It was an attitude that contrasted with how his mouth had remained sharp even when he was beaten to a pulp. It showed which direction Jelly’s priorities were oriented.

Hena could vaguely understand Jelly’s feelings. Hadn’t she also come to this point after realizing she was unnecessary to Kanna? Hena pretended not to know and changed the subject.

“Who is Plauros?”

“Ah, I mean Pudding. Pudding.”

While chatting, they had almost finished descending the stairs. Harut, who was in the lead, stopped for a moment and turned back.

“Before we leave, there’s something you two need to do.”

“Us?”

Hena tilted her head.

After hearing Harut’s story, Hena was greatly flustered.

“The thing we need to do is this kind of…”

Her eyes trembled wildly as she looked at the veil in her hands. To act like Bishop Marik… When Hena hesitated, Harut began persuading her. Having successfully convinced Evangeline, Harut seemed to fear nothing now.

“Ahem. Speaking of this method, it’s an already proven useful method that Evangeline also adopted.”

Harut cleared his throat and rattled off promotional phrases like a salesman.

Jelly lifted the veil using only the minimum contact, as if touching something dirty.

“This worked?”

“Of course! Evangeline acted so well, I thought she was Bishop Marik! Though there was a crisis. When Viscount Nakir lifted the veil, I was so startled thinking her identity would be discovered.”

“Nakir? Ah, that guy? The perverted bastard who giggled while stepping on me.”

Having recalled an unpleasant memory, Jelly wrinkled his brow deeply.

“But you made master act like that crazy woman?”

Jelly looked ready to grab Harut by the collar at any moment, so Hena had no choice but to calm them both down by saying she would wear the veil.

Jelly couldn’t just leave quietly either. Since Evangeline had been holding Pudding when they entered, they had to match the picture. Harut asked Jelly to transform to look like Pudding. Seeing Jelly transformed into a wolf, Harut frowned with displeasure.

“Can’t you make it smaller? For example, small like the cute cat that Evangeline was holding…”

“Why don’t you just cut off my limbs and take only my body?”

“How about refraining from such harsh words?”

However, Jelly eventually gave in to Harut’s opinion that causing a commotion might trouble Evangeline. Being smaller, he looked more like a dog than a wolf. Hena quietly thought about her own appearance and looked at Jelly, then prepared herself mentally, thinking they would definitely be caught.

Looking at the veiled Hena, Harut stroked his smooth chin.

“The clothes are different, but… it’s fine. Everyone will be fooled.”

How could he tell? Hena no longer found Harut reliable.

She put Harut forward as a figurehead and followed behind as they left the bell tower.

How many days had it been since she’d been outside? Since her mind had been hazy for a while, it was impossible to even guess the exact date. The pouring sunlight shattered as it was blocked by the veil.

“Bishop, have you come out?”

The knights bowed their heads in greeting.

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