My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 217

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Hena swallowed nervously, a bit startled. She hadn’t expected there to be so many personnel guarding the bell tower. Could she confidently act as Bishop Marik in front of all these knights?

Moreover, when she spotted a familiar face among the crowd, her throat somehow went completely dry. What Hena faced was the knight who had been torturing Jelly.

Nakir was looking at Hena with extreme tension. So even a fearsome knight becomes nothing but a coward in front of Bishop Marik. However, even though Nakir was cowering in fear, Hena only felt afraid of him.

And the next moment, Hena had to bite her tongue hard to keep from screaming.

A crack appeared along Nakir’s neck, then it was cleanly severed with a snap, and his head fell to the floor. It happened so suddenly without warning that she wondered if she was seeing an illusion.

The scene was so unrealistic and neat, with his head flying off but not a single drop of blood spattering. Rather than looking like someone dying, it felt more like watching well-butchered meat being cut.

Hena was horrified and glanced around nervously, but strangely, no one seemed disturbed by the knight standing there without a head. Hena turned her eyes to Jelly, who was surely the cause.

The wolf was covering its mouth with its fluffy front paws. She thought it might be chuckling, but it was just blocking its mouth. Soon the wolf began dry heaving.

“Ugh. It feels like chewing earthworms after eating fancy whipped cream cake.”

Even Hena felt queasy from Jelly’s terrible description. She could almost feel something soft squirming in her mouth.

“Jelly! What are you doing?”

And in front of a priest, no less…! When Hena whispered reproachfully, Jelly came back shamelessly instead.

“Why? He said with his own mouth that he’d show us a head, didn’t he?”

Hena pressed her lips shut. It wasn’t wrong. Though what Nakir had promised to show wasn’t his own head, but Evangeline’s.

Hena remembered Nakir saying that too. He had spoken gleefully while cruelly stabbing and slashing people with his sword. Feeling resentful toward Nakir, Hena ultimately sided with Jelly.

Even though someone had died before her eyes, she felt no pity. It might have been because she had vividly experienced firsthand the violence Nakir had committed. Nakir’s death was poetic justice, if anything.

But being caught in the act was a different matter.

“If we get caught like this…”

“It’s fine. No one knows.”

Jelly shrugged. As she said, the other knights didn’t even realize Nakir’s head had fallen and were talking amicably to the severed stump.

Was Jelly showing them hallucinations? But hadn’t she said she was barely recovered enough to maintain her body?

“I can’t keep this up for long either.”

When Hena looked at her seeking answers, Jelly spoke as if making excuses.

“I’m pushing myself too.”

“Then you shouldn’t have created a situation that required pushing yourself in the first place.”

If she hadn’t laid a hand on Nakir, there would have been no need to strain herself showing hallucinations.

“How naive.”

At Hena’s words, the wolf shook her head and let out a big sigh as if to make a point.

“Now, think about it. Who would believe you’re Bishop Marik looking like that anyway? Not just your clothes, but even your height is different. And they’d really believe someone cowering and groveling is Bishop Marik. I had no choice but to intervene. I’m already showing hallucinations, so adding one more doesn’t make much difference.”

So Jelly had simply killed Nakir as a side dish while she was already showing hallucinations.

Hena accepted Jelly’s explanation without much effort. No wonder. Hena herself was anxious about impersonating Bishop Marik, but since no one was pointing it out, it turned out Jelly had been secretly working her magic.

Moreover, even Harut couldn’t perceive that Nakir’s head had been severed, so it seemed she was showing hallucinations to everyone except Hena.

That was also why Harut had said the veiled Hena resembled Bishop Marik. Hena apologized for having doubted Harut’s eyesight.

“But you’re overexerting yourself. What if you run out of strength?”

The moment Jelly’s ability ended, the knights would discover Nakir’s severed neck. It was obvious which direction their drawn swords would point.

“We’re still in the temple.”

When Hena worried, Jelly lightly snapped her fingers. Nakir’s corpse moved, picked up its head, and brushed off the dirt. Then it placed the head back on its neck.

Hena suddenly realized. This was why the people Jelly killed had red lines on their necks. If not for the thin line remaining on his neck, Nakir’s appearance was no different from before.

“Rahel should actually be grateful to me. I caught a criminal who was committing crimes in the name of a priest.”

The wolf spoke boastfully. It wasn’t something the most despised being in a temple dedicated to that god should say.

However, Hena couldn’t bring herself to deny Jelly’s words. The memory was vivid of how he had trampled on others’ wounds and gleefully watched their suffering.

Every time he stabbed and tore flesh, his mouth corners rose as if they might split. He savored the screams of pain as if listening to hymns, and his eyes turned white as he gazed at Jelly’s mangled, meat-like form. Hena would think of Nakir whenever she saw crescent-moon smiling eyes in the future.

As Hena’s gaze lingered on Nakir, the knights began whispering among themselves and interpreting things on their own.

“…Viscount Nakir, don’t you think he’s fallen out of favor with His Grace this time?”

“Of course. Trusting only his instincts, he suddenly suspected it was fake and tried to remove Bishop Marik’s veil. His Grace said he understood, but… at least he won’t be able to serve as His Grace’s guard anymore.”

“He acted like he was destined to be His Grace’s confidant after Count Astaroth was dismissed. Serves him right.”

The knights were quite pleased that Nakir had missed his chance with Bishop Marik. They had harbored resentment toward Nakir, who constantly raised his voice and acted pretentious, and seized this opportunity to reveal their true feelings.

On the other hand, the knights who had aligned themselves with Nakir worried that Nakir’s fall from Bishop Marik’s grace might bring trouble to them as well. Moreover, Nakir’s silence made them even more anxious.

Why was someone who should be furious after hearing the whispers around him so quiet? Just moments ago, Nakir had been pestering the surrounding knights, fearing that Bishop Marik might misunderstand his loyalty, so was he now behaving meekly to show repentance in front of Bishop Marik?

“Viscount Nakir?”

When there was no response even after calling again, the knight grabbed Nakir’s shoulder and shook him. Perhaps due to the momentum, Nakir’s body swayed and the head he had just replaced tilted forward and rolled off.

Hena, who had been watching Nakir the whole time, gasped at the sight of the fully exposed cross-section of his neck.

Soon something hit Hena’s shoe tip. Reflexively looking down, Hena met two bulging eyes and nearly fainted. She felt all the blood drain from her body.

Nakir’s severed head had rolled all the way to Hena’s feet.

The face was even more grotesque because it looked so peaceful, as if he didn’t even know he was dead due to the sudden death without warning. Hena almost kicked Nakir’s head away.

“Now it won’t even stay fixed properly.”

Behind Hena, Jelly muttered as if frustrated. The statement about not being able to hold out long apparently included not just the magic deceiving the knights’ eyes, but also keeping Nakir’s body fixed.

The knights couldn’t even see the fallen head and were still talking to the headless corpse.

Nakir awkwardly creaked his body and walked back to Hena.

“He wouldn’t answer when called, but why is he suddenly acting like that?”

“He’s not trying to lift the veil again, is he?”

The knights murmured at Nakir’s sudden behavior. Since Nakir couldn’t hear the whispers, he ignored the commotion and picked up his head to place it on his neck. After just putting his head back on as if he had accomplished his purpose, he returned to his original position.

Only the watching knights tilted their heads in confusion. To them, it looked like Nakir had suddenly bowed to greet Bishop Marik.

Nakir was holding his head on both sides to keep it from falling again. At a glance, it looked like he was covering his ears.

Having witnessed the entire scene, Hena urgently called Harut with the sole desire to escape this place.

“Priest Harut.”

Harut noticed Hena’s urgency and nodded slightly before suggesting they should probably get going.

“We should take our leave now.”

“Of course. I’m sorry for keeping such a busy person for so long.”

“Ahaha. Not at all… Please guard the bell tower well.”

“Yes, of course.”

At Harut’s words, the knights became inspired as if they had been given a great mission and bowed with resolute expressions.

Especially the gazes looking at Hena were so full of admiration that it made her stomach turn. Hena saw her past self overlapping in those blind stares.

“Viscount Nakir, but why have you been covering your ears?”

As they moved away, someone’s question to Nakir could be heard faintly. It seemed Jelly’s deception had finally ended. Hena gave Nakir one last glance and quickened her pace.

If someone pushed Nakir hard like before, this time everyone would see the head rolling on the floor.

Harut guided them along a path with few people. Only after moving away from the bell tower did Harut return the veil.

Fortunately, rumors had spread that Nakir had fallen out of favor after causing a major incident by suspecting Bishop Marik, and thanks to Jelly’s assistance, the priests were easily fooled by Hena’s crude disguise.

“You two, what have you been whispering about?”

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