My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 223

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People couldn’t help but gasp at seeing their imagination realized.

Evangeline Rohanson had fallen. Even Saraka couldn’t help but be flustered by the sudden action. Her eyes widened greatly. For a moment, it seemed as if all the noise in the world had disappeared.

At that moment, wings suddenly spread wide.

“…What is this.”

They had expected to see a shattered corpse, but what unfolded before their eyes was a completely different scene.

Brilliant golden hair that seemed to slice through sunlight fluttered in the wind created by massive wings beating. Between the flowing locks, glimpses of the blue sky could be seen.

However, unlike the mysterious gaze, the outward appearance was so innocent that it was difficult to gauge the age differently. It seemed like seventeen, yet also looked as if it had lived well over a hundred years.

It was a youthful exterior with soft skin that hadn’t quite shed its boyish qualities. The colors that made up the boy were distinct and clear, appearing so pure and innocent as if he had never once encountered anything impure. Even his soul seemed without flaw.

To exaggerate further, it was an appearance that one might believe if called not an angel, but a manifestation of God himself.

As they stared in fascination, the sound of trumpets seemed to come from somewhere. An organ without a player began performing on its own. The majestic tones echoing in their ears were unmistakably sacred hymns.

“…An angel?”

Someone’s words spread rapidly like ink dropped in water.

“An angel?”

“An angel… it’s an angel”

“An angel, an angel saved Evangeline Rohanson…!”

The question soon became realization. They had no choice but to accept it as truth.

Massive wings that had torn through the boy’s back and grown fluttered, cutting through the air. The wind created by the wings was strong enough to make Saraka’s veil flutter.

The ignorant masses seemed enchanted by the rapturous appearance that looked as if an angel had been transplanted directly from paintings or sculptures.

As if witnessing God himself, they unconsciously clasped their hands in prayer and bowed their heads at the wondrous sight.

There were even those who knelt on the ground in excessive reverence. Yet even such extreme awe felt appropriate.

Only Saraka gritted her teeth and stared straight ahead. An angel? When Saraka had cried out so in the basement, when people had begged to be saved from the flames, no such being had appeared, so why would one appear at Evangeline’s call?

But how heartless the heavens were. As if welcoming the boy’s appearance like a lie, the sun began to show itself again.

“Look there! The sun has returned!”

The returning sun illuminated Evangeline and the boy supporting her. The area where Evangeline was located received sunlight first, beginning to brighten as if lights had been turned on, and the range gradually expanded.

As the shadows that had been blocking the sun slowly began to disappear and the surroundings brightened, it created an even more sacred scene. Countless people were bowing their heads and praying toward the beautiful angel who held the pure white woman as if pitying her. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a scene from a religious painting.

The knights and priests who had been ready to cut down people at Saraka’s command were extremely bewildered.

Just as Evangeline had said before jumping, didn’t it seem like an angel had truly saved her, fearing she would meet an innocent death?

But only Saraka knew. The Sun God was truly fair and never specially saved anyone. How many dozens among those Saraka had killed had cried out to God? How many hundreds had been innocent?

What had never appeared before them couldn’t have appeared for Evangeline.

So that was not an angel.

Saraka felt anger toward Evangeline, who even impersonated angels. Was her beloved, Saraka’s offering, not satisfied with just taking Evangeline Rohanson’s corpse and using it as his own shell?

Wings massive enough to cover the sky quietly fluttered as they slowly descended to the ground. Everyone watched the scene with bated breath.

The angel helped Evangeline in his arms step onto the grass. It was surprisingly careful, even tender touch.

The angel who had released Evangeline from his embrace regretfully pressed his lips to Evangeline Rohanson’s fingertips. The sound of someone swallowing could even be heard from somewhere.

The eyes looking at Evangeline were so gentle that it seemed like witnessing an intimate relationship, making even the observers feel embarrassed. It was an imagination one shouldn’t dare have about a being who had descended from heaven.

Perhaps because of that, the angel disappeared, becoming fragments of light without even touching the ground with his feet.

Evangeline Rohanson stood in perfect condition without a single scratch where her own shattered corpse should have been.

“Since an angel saved her, doesn’t that mean Lady Rohanson is truly innocent?”

Someone whispered cautiously in a small voice. Since the surroundings were filled with silence, the whisper sounded particularly loud, making the speaker shrink back.

“Is that so…?”

People who heard those words looked back at Evangeline Rohanson as if enchanted. She still had an awe-inspiring appearance, but the direction was different from before.

Though the angel had disappeared, it seemed as if the pure white wings remained like a phantom, still fluttering behind Evangeline.

Just as a heart racing from fear might be mistaken for love, the crowd misjudged the ominousness surrounding Evangeline Rohanson as sacred.

Evangeline Rohanson, who had shed the stigma of being an evil being in an instant, opened her eyes wide and asked.

“Bishop. It seems God does not welcome my death.”

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Wow, wow… I almost bit my tongue without realizing it. My heart was still pounding.

Bungee jumping without a cord wasn’t something you could easily decide to do. Even knowing Pudding would catch me, it was really scary.

Until I jumped, I had been like some actor of the century, shooting at the sun and putting on airs, but once I was actually falling, I wanted to grab onto the window frame and hang on. If it hadn’t been in front of Bishop Marik, I might have flailed my arms around.

Don’t people with parachuting hobbies have like twelve hearts each? Or maybe their hearts are really designed to be detachable.

I felt natural respect for them. I could never do it again if asked. You think it’s easier because I’ve done it once? Maybe when I knew nothing, but now that I know the fear, it’s even scarier.

But I wasn’t the only one who was scared, so I didn’t feel lonely.

Gabriel’s face, which I saw just before falling, was also pale with fright. When Pudding caught me, I could see Gabriel’s obvious relief. Even though he wasn’t unaware of the plan.

Several knights beside Gabriel had collapsed with bloodied faces. They had seemed ready to rush forward the moment I was about to fall, but apparently had a scuffle with the knights blocking them. How did he overpower the knights while tied up? I told him not to overdo it, really…

“Lady Evangeline. Your heart is beating fast.”

Pudding whispered quietly. Of, of course it’s because of the bungee jump without a cord. It’s the aftereffect of throwing my body. Don’t everyone’s hearts beat like they’re about to burst after parachuting?

But I couldn’t say that. As the master, I couldn’t admit to being a coward. I think I understood why adults particularly show off in front of kids.

Feeling that making excuses would only make me look worse, I kept my mouth shut and leaned quietly against him, when I heard a heartbeat from Pudding too.

The beating heart must have been his, not mine. Well, while I was the one who fell, Pudding must have been tense about having to save me before I hit the ground. Feeling somewhat reassured, I completely relaxed and leaned fully against Pudding.

With the sun back up, my vision became clearer and I could better see the people clasping their hands and praying toward Pudding.

As expected, I knew it would work well.

Looking at Pudding’s unrealistic face and the wings I had seen when he faced Azazel before, I came up with this operation. The operation where Pudding saves me as I fall.

Actually, I’m not good at naming things, so I couldn’t come up with a proper operation name. I’m someone who names kids Pudding and Jelly, what more can you expect.

To explain the operation in detail, it went like this.

First, I gather people and bluff that I’m innocent. I blame Bishop Marik for the sun’s disappearance and plant suspicion. Then I make an absurd bet, shout that I’ll prove my innocence, and throw myself off. Here, Pudding with a halo and wings saves me.

Ta-da! Then, thanks to the seasoning I laid out in advance, people would mistake Pudding for some angel who came to save me.

For added dramatic effect, I also provided appropriate sound effects. Naturally, Rico helped with this operation.

When I asked Rico to sing something suitable, he sang hymns – I don’t know where he heard them. I didn’t know Rico could imitate instrument sounds too.

After being freed from Gabriel duty, he went around among the people agitating them. Since my voice wouldn’t reach down from the spire, he acted as a megaphone, and even sang on top of that. Rico worked hard too… I should send him and Mabuka on vacation when we get back.

Not only the crowd, but the priests and knights were also dazed. Because of the veil covering her face, I couldn’t tell what Bishop Marik was thinking, but her standing there dumbfounded didn’t look very pleasant. I almost said “serves you right.”

“How foolish. What do they think I am to be praying?”

For a moment I thought he was talking about Bishop Marik. Since Pudding was looking contemptuously at the people clasping their hands in prayer, I spoke soothingly.

“You’re beautiful.”

After saying it, I almost hit myself for such an old man-like comment.

“If Lady Evangeline finds me pretty, that’s good enough.”

But even hearing such words, Pudding was noticeably pleased. He was so happy that I even felt self-reflective.

Was I a master stingy with compliments? I thought I had been quite affectionate. Looking back, I think I had restrained my expressions of affection since I started thinking of Pudding as a beast-person. Since he’s this happy, I should say it more often from now on.

But saying he was pretty wasn’t just empty flattery. Pudding’s appearance with a halo and wings was really excessively beautiful. That’s why I decided to deceive people with it.

Having disguised a demon as an angel, I wouldn’t have anything to say even if lightning struck from heaven right now. At this point, isn’t it almost blasphemy and cult-like? Anyway, I’ve been out of God’s favor since birth, so it doesn’t matter.

Besides, Bishop Marik also acts freely borrowing the name and authority of the Sun God, so why can’t I? Playing saint isn’t Bishop Marik’s exclusive right.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Fabrication for fabrication.

I wonder if Bishop Marik knows about the Code of Hammurabi. Wouldn’t she dismiss this symbol of reciprocity as heretical since it’s not from the Sun God’s religion?

After putting me down on the ground, Pudding even kissed my fingertips. It was the same spot he had bitten earlier. I hadn’t asked him to go that far, but he had some skill with improvisation.

I was newly amazed by his slightly bowed face. If there had been screens, Pudding would have drawn ten million viewers even with rock-bottom acting skills.

With this, I gained the title of being saved by an angel and receiving a kiss on the back of my hand. It’s an Achievement that adds about 100 to fame.

After Pudding finished his assigned role and disappeared in a brilliant shower of light as planned in our strategy meeting, the awe-filled gazes now turned to me.

“Bishop. It seems God does not welcome my death.”

Only Bishop Marik didn’t seem easily fooled. But it didn’t matter. Bishop Marik wasn’t the one I was trying to deceive.

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