My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 219

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That was… That was because I thought Jelly killing Nakir was justified revenge. When Hena answered honestly, Jelly shrugged her shoulders as if to say ‘I told you so.’

“It’s the same thing.”

“The same…?”

“Just like what I did, you carried out what you thought was justified revenge. Of course, you’re an idiot who was fooled by the bishop, didn’t even know you’d become a drug addict, and made the worst decision that put your master and your own sister in danger. Oh, and I’ll make you pay for throwing holy water on me for a long time to come, so you better know that.”

After explaining that, Jelly provided an answer to the very first question Hena had asked.

“And whether your sister is a corpse or a puppet, go see for yourself and judge. Don’t ask me.”

After saying that, Jelly immediately transformed into a wolf and fell asleep. She seemed to have fallen asleep with relief only after they had gotten so far away that even the edge of the temple was no longer visible.

On the surface, all her wounds had healed and she looked fine, so I had momentarily forgotten, but Jelly’s body was still not well enough to properly display her abilities.

Hena didn’t bother to wake the sleeping Jelly again.

Among the gentle breathing sounds and the rattling of the carriage, a cheerful humming could be heard. The rhythm was off and the pitch was terrible, but the coachman’s happy mood came through clearly.

Perhaps because of that influence, Hena’s anxiety seemed to fade a little as well. Hena was no longer afraid of the moment she would face Kanna. She quietly closed her eyes. It was a peaceful scene she thought she would never enjoy again.

Hena suddenly wanted to tell Bishop Marik again if she met him. That while there surely existed demons as terrible and evil as the stories told, the demon she had seen was not like that.

Hena no longer bit her own hands. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out and placed her hand on the wolf’s head, stroking the slightly rough fur. The deeply sleeping wolf did not swat away Hena’s hand.

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I wonder if Jelly and Hena are escaping well without being caught.

I did leave it to Harut, but something about his sloppiness makes me uneasy. Even when climbing the bell tower, he said everyone would fall for it if he just had a veil and called himself Bishop Marik, but then he got caught red-handed. If it weren’t for Rico, he would have been caught in the act and burned long ago.

Of course, Nakir was an unpredictable guy who suddenly tried to lift the veil. Common sense would say no one would dare touch a respected bishop’s veil, so Harut’s judgment wasn’t wrong. Nakir was just crazier than anyone could imagine.

Nakir seemed to have a strange conviction that I wasn’t Bishop Marik. Things like clothing or being quiet wouldn’t have been sufficient evidence, but he had good instincts.

In fact, among the knights, Nakir was the only one who was certain I wasn’t Bishop Marik. So when I showed proof that I was Bishop Marik, he was conversely defeated.

Won’t Nakir interfere again on the way out? He might be dejected after being thoroughly beaten once, but he’s such an unexpected oddball.

Still, I was less worried because Jelly was there. I trust that Jelly will handle it well. Given our Jelly’s personality, she won’t go quietly, so I’d rather she just give him one good blow.

Good. I’ll trust that Jelly escaped well, and now let me do what I need to do.

“Pudding.”

I quietly called and woke the sleeping Pudding.

“Yes… Lady Evangeline.”

Pudding answered drowsily without even opening her eyes fully.

“Time to get up now.”

Pudding swished her tail as if acting cute. Perhaps because she had rested, her condition was much better than before. When I scratched her chin, she made a purring sound.

Before, I had really overworked her so much that I worried Pudding might die from exhaustion. After fully enjoying my touch, Pudding stretched and groomed herself like a cat, then blinked as if assessing the situation.

And Pudding’s gaze immediately fixed on my fingertips.

“Are you hurt?”

Oops, I had unknowingly been petting Pudding with my injured hand. Pudding transformed into human form and carefully took my hand.

“How dare… who…”

Pudding’s eyes became fierce. It was too much of an overreaction for just one injured finger.

“I carelessly got pricked by a broken piece, that’s all.”

When I said I got hurt due to my own carelessness, Pudding immediately withdrew her killing intent. Her eyes, now free of their sharp intensity, were moist as if tears might spill at any moment. It was striking anew, but she really had devastatingly beautiful features. Pudding lowered her eyes and worriedly examined my hand carefully.

“I want to transfer the wound to myself. How wonderful it would be if I were a god. Then Lady Evangeline wouldn’t need to keep carrying wounds.”

That was quite a modest goal for wanting to become a god. This level of wound was nothing, so why make such a fuss? Was it because my wounds didn’t heal like Jelly’s or Pudding’s, and couldn’t be easily healed with holy water? Honestly, I felt that not being affected by holy water was more normal.

Pudding, who had been examining my wound closely, suddenly stopped. I almost flinched as well.

“…Lady Evangeline.”

Pudding called me in a subdued tone.

“Didn’t you say you were definitely pricked by glass? It must have been glass with quite fierce teeth.”

She must have figured out that someone bit me. I just hoped she wouldn’t know it was Jelly. From what I could see, perhaps because Jelly’s teeth were sharp, it looked quite similar to a wound from glass… How did Pudding distinguish it?

“…Where is Jelly?”

Seeing her ask about Jelly’s location when she hadn’t even been curious, she seemed to have roughly deduced even the culprit. Well, who else could bite my hand.

“She was badly hurt, so I sent her to the Duke’s Mansion first.”

“She was hurt? Ah, she must have been imprisoned and tortured severely, right? For example, having all her teeth pulled out…”

She was asking about the extent of Jelly’s injuries out of worry, but why did it sound different to my ears? I couldn’t bring myself to confirm it was Jelly, so I kept my mouth shut. Pudding tilted her head and continued her deduction.

“Then was it someone else? Judging by the biting, this dog seems like it’s time for its teeth to fall out. Should I tell them I’ll help when I meet them?”

If Jelly’s teeth were intact, she was ready to knock them all out herself. Sorry, Jelly…! I didn’t want to get caught!

I wonder if demon teeth grow back when they fall out…? Even if they don’t, I’ll take good care of her. I’ll prepare well-mashed meals that don’t require chewing three times a day.

Pudding, who had been looking at the wound with displeasure, brought my hand over and bit it gently.

Why are you suddenly biting? You were talking harshly about knocking out Jelly’s teeth, but this was complete double standards.

I lightly tapped Pudding’s nose bridge. According to cat training methods, when kittens bite, it’s not because their teeth are itchy, so it’s good to correct them immediately. Pudding meowed as if it hurt, but I couldn’t scratch her belly when she was in human form.

Looking at the hand she had bitten, Pudding made an excuse.

“At least if it’s a wound I made, I won’t have to try not to kill that guy every time I see him.”

For Jelly’s safety, I had also reached an amicable agreement. I couldn’t send Jelly away over something like this after barely saving her.

Pudding looked at the wound she had covered with satisfaction and then looked away. Only now did the scenery in the room seem to catch her eye. Looking at the displayed holy water, Pudding clicked her tongue.

“No wonder it was hard to find, keeping her in a place like this.”

Pudding looked around the interior with disgust. As she said, it was indeed a strange space. It was also unsuitable as a storage room. Being in a tower that was difficult to access, and unlike other places with good sunlight, it had no windows.

Seeing Pudding’s disgust made me newly realize how much Jelly’s insides must have been damaged. While Pudding and Rico showed discomfort just being nearby, Jelly had become so accustomed to it that she acted as if nothing was wrong.

When she desperately clung to me saying she wanted to stay, my heart did soften, but sending Jelly away was indeed the right answer.

“Lady Evangeline, people are coming up.”

It would be noon soon, so they must be coming up to ring the bell. Not long after Pudding spoke, I could hear footsteps climbing the stairs.

The priests had no intention of opening the storage room and passed by, heading to the upper floor. It was fortunate that no unnecessary commotion arose. I turned my gaze to Pudding.

“Then let’s go too.”

“Yes.”

Pudding bowed politely like the imperial attendant she had acted as before, then extended her hand.

“I’ll escort you to a royal seat befitting Lady Evangeline.”

The moment I grasped Pudding’s hand, my vision suddenly opened up. The place I was standing had changed. The blocked surroundings opened up completely and wind tousled my hair. The sun was directly overhead.

The sky, without a single cloud to block the sun, was eerily blue. Perhaps from below, the fluttering white dress would make me look like a cloud?

Where I was standing was on top of the bell tower’s roof. Pudding was worried I might fall and held my hand tightly without letting go. It was understandable. It was so high and steep that if I misstepped, I would immediately fall below.

If I had acrophobia, I might have already had a heart attack from this dizzying height. The courage of the priests who made this round trip to the bell tower every time was truly admirable.

Being the highest point in the temple, I could see clearly below. For example, the tightly closed city gate, and the crowd densely packed outside it.

Looking down quietly, I spotted Harut hurrying toward the hall. He was in such a hurry that his feet got tangled and I thought he might fall. Seeing that Jelly and Hena weren’t beside him, the two must have safely made it outside.

Not long after Harut had just entered the building, I felt a massive vibration beneath my feet. The priests who had passed the storage room earlier had begun ringing the bell right on time.

Clear bell sounds could be heard. At the majestic resonance that seemed to make the building ring, birds that had folded their wings to rest briefly took fright and began flying away with a flutter.

It looked as if the bell sounds were driving away even the birds. These birds hadn’t flown away when I arrived, but it was ironic that they fled from the sacred bell sounds. Seeing the birds flying away reminded me of the superstition that sensitive animals flee first before disasters occur.

The bell continued ringing, adding to its count.

Now Bishop Marik would begin his scheduled event. He would start recreating the play he had written using the cast he had invited in front of the audience.

And the same was true for me. After long deliberation on how to deal with Bishop Marik, I decided to simply fight fire with fire.

It would be troublesome if he thought he was the only one who could write plays and set up stages. I also have some expertise in viewing the world like a book. The play I prepared was a con game, but it was still a play of sorts.

“Pudding. Will you stand on the stage I’ve prepared? It might be a role that leads to ruin.”

“Anything Lady Evangeline desires.”

Saying that, Pudding smiled brightly as if truly delighted.

Meanwhile, the bell slowly rang eleven times in succession. I aimed my hand at the sun like pulling a trigger.

At the moment the last, twelfth bell rang, I silently mouthed ‘Bang!’ imitating a gunshot.

Just as Bishop Marik rang the bell, I had fired my own signal flare in my own way.

If Bishop Marik’s stage was inside the temple’s intimate hall, then my stage was the entire world outside under the sun. It would be better to have more audience members, wouldn’t it?

Soon, as if I had shot it down, the sun disappeared. Like stage lighting going out as a play begins in earnest, the world instantly grew dark.

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