My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 218

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It was the first time Harut had seen Bishop Marik so talkative, and he grumbled while briefly glaring at Hena and Jelly.

“Still, it was fortunate that Viscount Nakir was unusually quiet. He even apologized at the end… It seems he at least knew what shame was.”

Harut harshly disparaged Nakir. Nakir would probably continue to be quiet like this from now on. The day his severed neck was discovered would be the last day Nakir could be the loudest.

However, Hena did not tell Harut the truth. The direction of the devout priest’s goodwill might change. Jelly must have thought the same, forcing herself to deceive even Harut’s eyes despite struggling to fully use her abilities in this difficult situation.

Then showing Hena Nakir’s severed head… did that mean she trusted Hena instead? While Hena couldn’t bring herself to ask, Harut took out his pocket watch to check the time. It would be noon soon.

“Oh no… I’ll get scolded for being late.”

Harut lamented as if he was in trouble for missing the sacrificial ceremony he should have attended. However, Harut quickly abandoned his regrets and asked Hena a question.

“The priests will go to ring the bell soon, will it be alright?”

“Evangeline?”

“No. The opposite.”

“Ah… It should be fine. Evangeline is rather merciful.”

Hena never thought she would say such words. But if forgiving even a maid who had abandoned her once wasn’t merciful, then what was? Moreover, the Evangeline Hena had observed didn’t enjoy killing, so unless something major happened, the priests would be safe.

“That’s a relief then.”

Harut continued guiding them but suddenly stopped in the middle.

“That’s the main gate over there.”

The place Harut guided them to was the temple’s main gate. Knights had locked the door and were standing guard, making security tight.

If Harut had known of another passage, he would have guided them there, but unfortunately, Harut was an excessively honest believer. Harut briefly regretted that he should have at least noted the location of a dog hole, then asked.

“How will you be able to get out?”

“What do you take me for? We’ll manage fine from here on, so go back.”

Jelly waved her hands dismissively, shooing Harut away.

“Really?”

Harut looked at Jelly with distrust. The only images Harut had of Jelly were brief moments of her injured and in terrible condition, and the scene of her acting childishly toward Evangeline.

She seemed so insignificant that he wondered if Bishop’s capture of her as a demon was a mistake. Of course, this was a judgment he could make because he hadn’t witnessed the scene of Nakir’s neck being severed.

“Don’t you have to go see Bishop Marik from now on?”

“That’s true, but…”

“If you’re not coming with us, why stay here?”

Jelly’s words weren’t wrong either. After briefly pondering, Harut nodded.

“…Then I understand. I’ll be going now.”

Harut, who seemed ready to run at any moment due to the urgent time, carefully spoke to Hena and Jelly.

“Please return safely.”

It was an excessively kind thing to say to someone he had been constantly bickering with. Moreover, since the speaker was a priest and the listener was a demon, it was even more inappropriate. Since it wasn’t really a statement expecting a response, Harut hurriedly disappeared from sight.

“There’s even a priest who sees off a demon.”

If someone heard of Harut’s actions, they might call it blasphemous and try to excommunicate him immediately. However, it was clear that Harut had received the complete opposite evaluation from Jelly compared to Nakir.

After sending Harut away, Hena turned to look at Jelly.

“Jelly. Do you have some method?”

“Method? What, does thinking deeply about it give you an answer? Let’s just try anything first.”

Jelly lightly snapped her fingers as if it was nothing difficult. And when Hena opened her eyes, they were outside the temple.

“This actually works.”

Jelly exclaimed with slight surprise.

Her vision flipped instantly and Hena was now looking at the outside of the door. The temple door looked even more solid when viewed from outside rather than inside. Seeing the countless crowds lined up in front of it, Hena asked in bewilderment.

“Couldn’t we have moved like this from the beginning?”

There would have been no need to ask Harut for guidance. Jelly awkwardly averted her gaze.

“Actually, when I was trapped, I kept trying to escape for a while, but I failed every time. So I naturally thought it wouldn’t work this time either.”

The casual words carried heavy meaning. Those words meant that Jelly had continuously tried to escape the temple every moment she was injured and unable to move.

But failing repeatedly while her body deteriorated made the attempts meaningless, so she hadn’t even considered it until now when she finally tried again.

Hena and Jelly pushed through the crowd and came out. Jelly sniffed around following a scent and climbed into a carriage. It was the carriage Evangeline had arrived in. She had found it by following Pudding’s familiar scent. The coachman guarding the carriage was bewildered by the unfamiliar faces and shouted.

“Hey! Do you know whose carriage this is to suddenly get in?”

“Isn’t this the carriage going to the Hosaquin Ducal House?”

The coachman raised his voice but then lowered it after seeing Jelly’s rough-looking expression.

“That’s true, but…”

“Then that’s settled. Let’s go to the Hosaquin Ducal House.”

“This carriage isn’t for just anyone to ride. When the noble comes, I’ll get beaten, so while I’m being nice, get down and borrow a horse instead.”

Though frightened, the coachman didn’t seem inclined to give in.

“Get beaten? Me?”

Jelly repeated the coachman’s words as if it was absurd. It seemed like there would be no progress at this rate, so Hena interrupted.

“I’m a maid of Evangeline Rohanson! This person is her escort. Evangeline told us to return first since there might be a commotion.”

“Evangeline said…?”

Though somewhat softened, the coachman still seemed suspicious and didn’t appear to believe Hena’s words.

After pondering, Hena finally resorted to her last measure and handed the coachman a tip.

It was a gold coin she had been carrying since Evangeline had given it to her in the past. She was able to keep it because Bishop Marik and the other priests hadn’t directly touched Hena.

The coachman received the gold coin with trembling hands and bit it with his teeth. The coin bore the coachman’s tooth marks perfectly. Judging by the uneven cracks, they were definitely his own teeth marks.

They said real gold coins leave marks when bitten, and it was true. Just from biting it, he felt naturally satisfied.

The coachman put the gold coin in his shoe so he would never lose or drop it. Even if he was fooled by these two and lost his coachman job, it didn’t matter since he had the gold coin.

The round sensation felt under his feet made him naturally hum. At this moment, he didn’t even envy the nobles who supposedly bathed in gold coins. Somehow it seemed like even his footsteps would sound cheerful when walking. The coachman wanted to immediately run to his wife and ask if his footsteps sounded different.

The excited coachman coughed to hide his excitement.

“Ahem, ahem. Since you say you’re Evangeline’s maid, I’ll believe you. But just in case Evangeline later blames me for leaving on my own, it would be unfair, so tell me your name.”

“I’m Hena. Kanna’s older sister.”

Hena added Kanna’s name, which the coachman would likely know.

“Kanna… Ah, you’re the sister of that diligent maid from Evangeline Rohanson’s household? You should have said so earlier. I suspected the wrong person.”

With the gold coin followed by Kanna’s name, the coachman’s wariness completely crumbled. The coachman added that now that he looked again, Hena and Kanna resembled each other greatly.

“So where did you say you were going? The Hosaquin Ducal House? Get in quickly. I’ll take you there right away.”

The coachman whipped the horses more vigorously than usual, thinking of quickly taking Hena and Jelly to the duke’s mansion and then returning home himself.

The properly accelerated carriage was very fast. Hena sat quietly, but as they got closer to the ducal house, she began biting her hands due to the rising anxiety.

The thought that she would soon see Kanna suddenly made her restless. She couldn’t even gauge what kind of reaction would come from Kanna. …But what she feared most was herself, still unable to remove suspicion about her younger sister. Kanna decided to ask the question she couldn’t ask in the bell tower.

“Jelly. There’s something I want to ask.”

“Who do you want to ask about?”

Hena ignored Jelly’s joke and continued speaking.

“…Have you ever laid a hand on my younger sister? Like what you did to that knight named Nakir.”

Jelly, who had been listening indifferently, straightened her posture.

“Are you asking if I killed your sister, whom the master treasures so dearly?”

When Hena nodded, Jelly responded with disbelief. Then she threw a question back at Hena as if to hear her reasoning.

“Why on earth would you think that?”

“There’s a red line drawn across Kanna’s neck.”

“Just because of that?”

“I heard that people you kill have marks on their necks, but move as if they’re alive.”

It was a story she had heard from Daisy.

Of course, there were several other reasons why Hena had made such a guess.

Like her personality that had changed to the complete opposite, making her feel unfamiliar. Moreover, Kanna strangely wouldn’t let anyone touch the scar on her neck and refused treatment. Having lived her whole life comfortably receiving Hena’s care, there was no reason she would refuse nursing now.

Was that all? Hena had also seen a demon possess the body of the dead young master at the Toten Estate. With Bishop Marik approaching at just the right time to breathe false life into it, the situation was too perfectly timed.

“Don’t tell me you sprinkled holy water on me thinking I killed your sister?”

Hena forced her stiff neck to move and nodded slightly. She couldn’t even open her mouth to speak.

Even Hena felt guilty making excuses that she was just poisoned by medicine.

She looked at Jelly tensively, thinking she would get scolded. She had nothing to say even if Jelly immediately condemned her for being lost in her own delusions and betraying Kanna and Evangeline Rohanson.

However, no immediate response came.

She expected Jelly to frown as if looking at the most foolish thing in the world, but Jelly was just watching Hena with her usual blunt expression.

What was she thinking? It would have been better if she had voiced it and clawed at Hena mercilessly. Hena asked self-deprecatingly.

“Don’t you find it ridiculous?”

“Why would I?”

“…I acted on my own based on mere speculation.”

Jelly looked at Hena as if she was saying something stupid.

“I have something to ask you too. Why didn’t you scold me even after seeing me kill that knight?”

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