My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 220

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In an instant, the surroundings became completely dark as if night had fallen. Where the sun should have been, only a circular rim remained, rippling as if a bullet had pierced through the barrier of night.

In reality, it was just a massive sphere floating overhead that had blocked the sun. This was an artificially created total solar eclipse.

Pudding had lifted a giant orb into the sky to block the sun. Let’s forget that the sphere was actually an eyeball with pupils and irises for the sake of our mental health. An eye floating in the sky was rather eerie.

I got the hint from how ancient people considered eclipses to be ominous omens. Since this place worships the Sun God, the shock would probably be even greater.

With perfect timing, the firmly locked temple doors swung wide open. Originally, Gabriel was supposed to open the temple doors. But when Gabriel switched places with Rico again, I was going to leave it to Rico.

However, Gabriel said there was someone suitable he could entrust the task to, and told Rico he didn’t need to go through the trouble of opening the doors.

Who did Gabriel entrust with opening the doors? Since Rafaela would be attending as a ducal funeral participant, it was probably Rafaela, right?

Through the open doors, angry people began pushing and shoving their way inside.

“Let’s go in quickly!”

The person leading and inciting the crowd was the man I had given holy water to. Well done! Keep it up! I cheered enthusiastically in my heart, clapping my hands.

People began scuffling with the knights. To make matters worse, fires started blazing in the distance.

The temple annex was an old warehouse-like building, so the flames spread quickly. The holy knights and priests seemed frantically busy trying to stop the people and suppress the soaring flames. Under normal circumstances, I might have been lending a hand to put out the fire alongside them.

Of course, those were flames created by Pudding, so I didn’t need to worry about them. They only looked menacing on the surface, and wouldn’t be able to harm the engulfed building or the people. After all, they were just illusions.

It wasn’t for nothing that I had advised Pudding to conserve energy and rest.

Since no one would get hurt, I watched the flames with peace of mind. It was like watching a large-scale bonfire. Donau’s house, the Rohanson estate, and now the temple annex. Was this the third time I was seeing something burn? No, Michel had burned too, so technically it was the fourth time.

Having caused such a commotion, now I just had to wait quietly for Bishop Marik to come out. There’s a reason for burning down the house to catch a mouse.

After waiting for a moment, Bishop Marik finally appeared. Priests and nobles followed behind Bishop Marik. Among them, what immediately caught my eye was Gabriel being escorted by knights with his body bound.

I had no idea why he had become like a drowned rat, completely soaked, in such a short time. He looked so pitiful that I wanted to wrap a coat around him immediately.

Were the knights escorting Gabriel devoid of emotion? Anyone could see he looked pitiful and triggered protective instincts, yet they couldn’t even wipe the water off him. At least it was comforting that he didn’t seem to be injured anywhere. Gabriel spotted me before anyone else. His eyesight was quite good.

Recognizing me, Gabriel rolled his eyes white and smiled as if welcoming me. What was there to be happy about while being tied up like that? I had told him not to get hurt, and he really hadn’t gotten hurt.

Following Gabriel, it wasn’t long before others discovered me too. Someone behind Bishop Marik pointed and shouted to look at the spire. Bishop Marik’s gaze also flew toward me and fixed on me.

“Evangeline Rohanson…”

Bishop Marik called my name in a somewhat excited voice.

“Bishop Marik. Good evening.”

I also calmly offered my greeting.

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The clear sky was covered in pitch black. Rahel’s followers looked up at the sky in bewilderment. Was it possible to look directly at the sky with the naked eye in broad daylight? No, more than that, was it really daytime now? It had definitely been mid-afternoon just moments before. It was an anomaly that couldn’t be comprehended by common sense.

“Look… the sky.”

“The sun has disappeared…”

“Dear God… Oh Rahel.”

Even the warmth that the sun had provided vanished, and a chill swept over them. The goosebumps on their spines were probably due to the unusually cool surroundings. While they were stunned by the abnormal upheaval, to make matters worse, the temple doors were completely opened.

“The doors are open! The doors are open!”

“What are you doing, hurry and go in!”

Uninvited people began pushing through the open doors.

“What the hell is this!”

“What, how did you get in! Damn it, won’t you get out?”

“Damn it, who opened the doors!”

The knights hurriedly tried to block them, but it was insufficient to suppress the angry tide. A rat ran around under the feet of people pushing through the temple doors, raising its voice loudly.

“The Sun God is angry at Bishop Marik’s tyranny!”

“What heresy, stop talking nonsense! Give me back my dead wife!”

“My father died unjustly, so bring him back to life! Bring him back!”

“Give us holy water! No, just a little holy water please, even just a little bit.”

Each person spoke of their own purpose as shrill screams erupted from all directions.

Finally, massive flames even broke out. It was a fire from the warehouse building. The flames blazed fiercely in an instant. Fortunately, the warehouse was firmly locked and rarely used normally, so there would be no casualties.

“What is this…”

The priests stood helplessly before the fire. There was no proper way to extinguish it. The only water in the temple was holy water, and they couldn’t waste holy water just to put out a fire.

The sun had disappeared from sight, and though it was midday, the world was as dark as midnight. The people who had stormed the temple were each raising their voices, and the building was engulfed in flames.

Only the fire consuming the building was the light illuminating the world. It seemed as if the blazing flames would soon consume them too. It truly seemed like a sign that the world was about to end.

The commotion was completely uncontrollable. Though they made every effort to get the situation under control, the priests and knights outside judged that they alone couldn’t rectify the situation.

“Bishop Marik… Bring Bishop Marik!”

Thus, the priests prepared to interrupt the sacrifice midway and went to find Bishop Marik.

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Saraka looked up at Evangeline. Though she seemed precarious as if she might be blown away by the wind and fall at any moment, her composure made her appear rather serene.

The sacrifice she had chosen had made quite a grand entrance indeed. She had turned the tranquil and peaceful temple upside down, made the sun fall, and caused flames to flicker from the ground. Who would have thought they could glimpse hell in the Grand Temple, which was praised for recreating a fragment of the heavens where the Sun God resides.

The temple, where only prayers and hymns worshipping the Sun God should resonate, was filled with shrill screams and cries. This commotion too must have been orchestrated by Evangeline.

“Bishop Marik. Good evening.”

Saraka doubted her ears for a moment. Evangeline’s voice had sounded right nearby. But logically, there was no way a person’s voice from atop a spire could be heard so close.

Saraka looked around, surveying her surroundings. Not only was there no sign of Evangeline, but it seemed only Saraka herself had heard that voice. Otherwise, people couldn’t be this calm.

To confirm whether she had heard correctly, Saraka muttered quietly in response.

“Lady Rohanson has the talent of calling midday night.”

“When the sun has vanished without a trace, what else would it be but night?”

Indeed, it wasn’t Saraka’s imagination. Evangeline whispered again from nearby.

Evangeline’s voice was reaching only Saraka’s ears. A conversation between just the two of them – how romantic. Of course, the content of their conversation was quite the opposite.

Evangeline replied as if stating an obvious truth. For someone who was the very perpetrator behind making the sun disappear, her words were remarkably composed.

Positioning herself where the sun should be and looking down haughtily from above was truly arrogant. Her presence was indeed worthy of replacing the sun.

No, since Evangeline called this night, she must have personally filled in for the absent moon.

Evangeline Rohanson was the only thing that rose in pale white amidst the complete darkness, forcibly capturing attention. The presence that could substitute for what hung in the sky rather evoked displeasure.

Her overwhelming beauty, devoid of even the flaws that humans should possess, was ominous rather than enchanting.

“B-Bishop, what on earth is happening…?”

The priests asked fearfully, trembling.

“Could it be that Rahel has abandoned us? Perhaps the sun really won’t rise again…?”

Saraka first calmed the priests and answered.

“Well. I’m not certain what to call this disaster. However, the lady standing over there seems to have an idea about why the sun disappeared.”

Saraka attributed the cause of the sun’s disappearance to Evangeline.

Following the direction Saraka pointed, people’s gazes turned toward the sky. At the end of their sight stood a pure white figure. Evangeline swept her wind-tousled hair behind her ear.

That series of actions was gracefully fluid like a painting. How many masterpieces would need to be strung together to depict this brief moment? And how many sculptures would need to be carved?

Evangeline, having swept back her hair, opened her mouth.

“Did you ask why the sun disappeared?”

“This is… what…”

“Just now, was that Evangeline Rohanson speaking?”

Somehow, this time Evangeline’s voice was clearly delivered not just to Saraka but to all the gathered audience.

Those who heard the voice looked bewildered, shivering as they rubbed their goosebump-covered shoulders in fear. The voice resonated as if speaking simultaneously from multiple mouths in all directions.

“At least it’s certain that Rahel is angry. For example, like when Rahel punished the arrogant Lea. Oh my, isn’t today the anniversary commemorating that very occasion?”

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