My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 225

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Bishop Marik gave Arvil a meaningful look, urging him on. It was a command to finish off the man he had failed to kill in one blow.

Though his hands trembled, Arvil could not disobey Bishop Marik’s orders. The knight knew well how mercilessly the bishop executed heretics. He gripped his sword tighter.

Arvil looked down at the man he had struck. The fallen man still lay on the ground, gasping for breath, unable to die. Blood from his wounds had stained his clothes red. His body convulsed as if even breathing was a struggle. It must be painful. Then… wouldn’t it be kinder to kill him and put him out of his misery?

Arvil raised his sword high above the man. The knights watching this scene quickly gathered their wits.

“We need to do more than Sir Arvil.”

They couldn’t let Arvil alone claim all the glory. Though confused, this was a golden opportunity to gain Bishop Marik’s favor.

Whether the sun disappearing and the sky darkening was an illusion or not, what did it matter? Night came every day, and the sun vanished every night. But Bishop Marik’s power never waned.

He wielded tremendous authority that could even manipulate the Empire’s Emperor, and currently, people’s lives and deaths hung on Bishop Marik’s whims. To the knights and priests, Bishop Marik’s fear and authority felt more real than God’s.

As the tide turned, even those who had remained silent, unable to speak lies, began to move one by one following the flow. Or they took up swords, not wanting to be branded as heretics.

And thus began an unprecedented bloodbath. An unbelievably tragic scene unfolded in the temple, one hard to believe was caused by knights.

“Good heavens…”

“We might get caught up in this, so let’s take shelter under the cloister.”

The nobles quickly retreated before blood could splatter, acting as if this had nothing to do with them. They watched from under the cloister.

“This looks more like hell than heaven.”

“Perhaps the Sun God is angry seeing this scene.”

The brightness from their first visit to the temple was already long gone. Instead of the fragrant scent of flowers and herbs, a metallic smell stung their noses, and the green grass was already trampled and soggy with blood.

Instead of clear prayer sounds or birds singing, wails and screams of pain filled the air.

“Help us!”

“No, save me… save me!”

The knights, blinded by glory, showed no mercy as people fell helplessly to their swords. The knights also cut down those who tried to flee.

Perhaps mindful of the sacrificial ritual, no one tried to completely finish them off like Arvil.

What lay piled on the ground like corpses were not corpses but living people. The fallen crawled toward Evangeline, remembering the miracle she had shown.

“L-Lady Rohanson, please save us!”

“…Lady Rohanson!”

Everyone on the ground was facing only one direction.

To Saraka, it looked like a prayer scene of cultists worshipping Evangeline. How foolish and stupid. To seek salvation from Evangeline even in the face of death proved they were heretics.

“Lady Rohanson cannot help you.”

Saraka answered to herself. How could Evangeline Rohanson, who was not a god, heal their wounds and save them? At best, she could only command demons to show more illusions. She might be able to grant them a sweet death.

Saraka observed Evangeline. She expected her to be enraged by the horrific scene unfolding before her eyes. She thought she would be furious at the blade hovering at her throat. But Evangeline Rohanson still looked remarkably composed.

Saraka didn’t like that look. She felt she would only be satisfied after seeing that face become disheveled and her ugly true nature exposed to the world.

Even with such blatant slaughter, she remained unchanged… Yes, Evangeline seemed to care for Gabriel, so she should use him. Saraka searched for Gabriel in the chaos. But strangely, Gabriel was nowhere to be seen.

He should be easily visible. He should be subdued and unable to move, so where did he go? Was it coincidence? Had Evangeline done something in the meantime?

Just as Saraka was about to step forward to ask about Gabriel’s whereabouts, something fell on her. Saraka casually looked up at the sky, but it remained clear.

At first, she dismissed it as mere imagination. But soon, countless water droplets began to appear on the ground.

‘Rain?’

Rain began to fall from the clear sky without a single cloud.

“Why is it suddenly raining?”

“It’s raining without any clouds right now… Am I seeing things again?”

People were confused by yet another strange phenomenon following the sun’s disappearance. But even stranger was the identity of this rain. What was falling now was not ordinary rain.

“My wounds are healing…”

People who had been crawling on the ground with pierced bodies were being healed at rapid speed as they were soaked by the rain.

“Holy water is falling! Holy water is falling!”

Saraka glared in the direction of the voice with bloodshot eyes.

The man who had been struck by Arvil was feeling his body and shouting loudly. Those who hadn’t realized the rain’s identity finally recognized the miracle falling from the sky.

When he brought his severed arm back and attached it, it miraculously reattached without leaving even a small scar.

“This is holy water?”

These were people who had never encountered holy water before. Though unbelievable, the sensation of their torn, cut, and pierced wounds healing was too vivid to deny.

The man who had proclaimed the identity of the holy water to the world burst into hearty laughter as if overjoyed. He looked like someone who had completely lost his mind.

“Die, die!”

Arvil, greatly flustered, tried to silence the man by stabbing him with his sword. But how could life be extinguished when holy water was falling?

“I said die!”

“Ehehehehe, kill me, go ahead and try! Try to kill me!”

The man began laughing madly. He laughed so hard he seemed about to collapse.

In the man’s hand was a small bottle, half empty. His life-risking gamble had succeeded perfectly.

In fact, the man’s wounds had mostly healed even before the holy water began falling. This was because Evangeline had advised him to keep holy water in his mouth.

It was when the man had been saved by Evangeline outside the temple gates. Evangeline had given him holy water and made two requests.

First, to take the lead and incite people more conspicuously than anyone else to invade the temple. Second, after entering the temple, to keep his mouth full of holy water at all times.

“Bishop Marik will probably order you to be struck first. When you’re wounded, drink the holy water you’re holding and just endure a little.”

“But this is for my wife…”

“No need to feel sorry about it. You’ll soon see the greatest holy water.”

Though told to hold it all in his mouth, thinking of his wife, he could only save half.

The moment the knight struck the man, he swallowed the holy water he had been holding in his mouth. Thanks to that, he survived unharmed without dying.

She had said to endure until the sun rose again and she would give him the greatest holy water! Those words were not lies. The man savored the holy water falling on his face.

Evangeline Rohanson must be some kind of prophet. Or perhaps she really was a demon.

While the man held holy water in his mouth, the rat that had been speaking for him burrowed into his clothes to avoid the falling rain.

It was a downpour on a clear day. A strange sight indeed. The fact that rain was falling without a single cloud was already bizarre, but that rain being holy water was even more so.

Enjoying the pouring rain, the man shouted in ecstasy and madness.

“God is protecting me, so I will not die!”

That single statement escalated the chaos further.

Those who had invaded the temple following the man’s incitement were people who had lost family and loved ones. Only those desperate enough could have pushed their way to the temple gates and risked their lives standing before the holy knights.

But they hadn’t asked for anything grand. They just wanted to cry out for their families’ innocence. They couldn’t bear to see their wrongfully departed loved ones slandered with false accusations. They had come to vent their resentment, entered through doors that opened as if welcoming them, only to be branded as heretics and nearly killed.

But as if acknowledging their grievances, wasn’t heaven sending down holy water?

People quickly began to agree with the man’s words.

“Like Lady Rohanson, God has proven our innocence too!”

In people’s minds, the shock of Evangeline jumping to prove her innocence still remained fresh. Surely, just as an angel had saved Evangeline, the holy water was protecting them.

“If I, no, if we were heretics, God’s blessing of holy water would never fall!”

“Right… I am not a heretic!”

“My dead daughter wasn’t a heretic either…!”

This was vindication. Bishop Marik was wrong, and this was proof that they were right.

The knights hesitated at the people’s momentum. The sensation of cutting through flesh at their fingertips was too vivid. But as they were drenched in holy water, no matter how much they cut people, the wounds healed instantly. In the end, only the knights grew tired.

The rainwater washed away the blood, making the ground soggy with red water. The priests unconsciously stepped back, avoiding the puddles.

“Is, is this also an illusion…?”

One priest, overwhelmed by the people’s atmosphere, asked in a daze.

“Of course it is. If it were real holy water, Evangeline Rohanson couldn’t remain unharmed after being touched by it. She would have melted away immediately like the demon trapped in the bell tower.”

But Evangeline Rohanson stood calmly under the holy water, surrounded by knights, simply letting the rain fall on her. Though several swords hovered just below her throat, she showed no sign of anxiety, as if unafraid of death.

Her peaceful appearance was rather eerie, so the priest quickly looked away.

“B-but… then how are they standing unharmed after being cut by the knights? Are the knights swinging their swords also a hallucination?”

“That’s…”

The priests looked desperately at Saraka in confusion.

“Bishop, this is an illusion, right…? Are we seeing hallucinations right now?”

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