My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 226

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The disappearance of the sun or seeing angels could be dismissed as mere hallucinations that deceived the eyes.

However, the water droplets falling on their noses, the floor made soggy with moisture, and the fishy smell of blood that stung their nostrils were all too real. The priests wanted Saraka to firmly deny once more the vivid sensations they felt on their skin.

“Hallucinations…”

However, Saraka, the very person they sought answers from, was utterly dumbfounded.

Evangeline Rohanson was clearly desperate to see Saraka’s downfall. Not content with blocking out the sun and impersonating an angel, she was now making it rain from a clear sky as if she were some omnipotent god.

Besides, it couldn’t be a hallucination. Judging by how people’s wounds were healing rapidly, it really was holy water.

Saraka easily deduced the source. Hadn’t Evangeline Rohanson jumped from the bell tower? Since Evangeline’s maid and dog were locked in the storage room of the bell tower, she must have found the holy water while rescuing them.

Evangeline had asked how a demon could show miracles, but rather, demons were capable of creating easy miracles. Even Saraka knew well of Azazel’s usefulness and had used it.

But demons are extremely weak to holy water. Just touching it melts their skin, and they can’t even use their abilities near holy water.

Then Evangeline must have ordered her minions to make it rain, so by now their brains would be burning up and their organs would be churning as they died spitting blood. She probably wouldn’t last long. Saraka decided to buy time.

“…Bishop, what should we do? Should we withdraw the knights?”

When Saraka didn’t give a definitive answer, an anxious priest pressed her again.

“Tell them to continue.”

“Pardon?”

“What are you doubting? Don’t doubt your faith. Evangeline Rohanson is a demon and they are definitely heretics. Yes… Evangeline Rohanson must have raised corpses to use as soldiers.”

“Corpses? Then you’re saying they are corpses?”

“That’s why they don’t fall even when cut by swords.”

Saraka’s excuse wasn’t perfect, but she didn’t add any further explanation. There was no one who could point out the flaws in ‘Bishop Marik’s’ words.

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The nobles observed the situation from a step back as if they were seated in theater seats.

When Evangeline jumped from the spire, they widened their eyes and exclaimed “Oh my!”, and when the angel appeared, they gasped “Good heavens…” and covered their mouths.

Also, when Bishop Marik dismissed the scene of an angel descending to save Evangeline as an illusion shown by demons, they pretended not to know in case questions came their way.

Then when the sword fighting broke out, they quietly slipped away under the cloister for fear of getting caught up in it, and thanks to that, they were able to avoid the sudden downpour.

“Isn’t it just ordinary rain?”

Seeing wounds heal instantly, one curious young noble cautiously extended his hand. Having never experienced hardship, his hands were so soft without even small wounds or cracks that he couldn’t tell if the rain wetting his hand was really holy water.

Watching the crowd and knights tangled up fighting, a delicate noblewoman raised a topic.

“By the way, isn’t Bishop Marik’s methods a bit excessive? Look at that cruel scene. How pitiful… If it weren’t for the rain, we’d be looking at piles of corpses by now.”

“Right, who knows? We might be next after those people.”

“Surely Bishop Marik isn’t a thoughtless person – would he really lay hands on us too?”

“He would. Of course he would. My cousin was killed after being accused of being a witch.”

“Ahem, then the Bishop must have had good reason. Surely he wouldn’t frame an innocent person? Those people are also evil heretics, so there’s no need to feel sorry for them.”

“Frame? What reason! Bishop Marik is just doing this because he covets power. His intention to devour the entire Empire is plain to see!”

“Now, how rude! You speak so carelessly in the presence of His Majesty, the master of the Empire!”

Since the Emperor, who should have controlled the nobles, remained silent regardless of what he was thinking, the commotion didn’t easily subside. The Count who had raised his voice realized he was in front of the Emperor and bowed his head.

“Ah, Your Majesty… I absolutely didn’t mean to dishonor Your Majesty…”

“Enough. No need to apologize.”

The Emperor waved his hand dismissively.

“Your Majesty, wouldn’t it be better to return inside the ceremonial hall like the Princess? It’s not exactly a pleasant sight to behold.”

A noblewoman standing beside the Emperor asked. Her pale face and earnest tone suggested she herself wanted to return.

Not all nobles had followed Bishop Marik outside the hall. Princess Jeremias had returned inside the hall with Muzeta while in a daze, and there were those like Duke Hosaquin and Viscount Toten who hadn’t come outside from the beginning.

“I’ll watch a bit longer, so if you want to go in, hurry back.”

At the Emperor’s polite refusal, the hesitating noblewoman, unable to bear the fishy smell of blood and humid air any longer, returned to the hall under the escort of holy knights. Those with weak stomachs and nobles who had lost interest also accompanied her, briefly disrupting the formation.

Taking advantage of the commotion, Rafaela quietly stepped back and moved away from Duke Baal’s side. Now that several people were moving, this was the opportunity to extract Gabriel.

Having no tools to untie the cloth, she casually borrowed a sword from a knight on the way. They were fellow holy knights after all, so they should help each other out.

He had been swinging his sword to kill, but seeing his opponent’s wounds heal instantly after being hit by the rain, he was so dazed he didn’t even know if he was holding a sword or his belt. Rafaela smirked inwardly, thinking it would be quite a sight to see him swinging his belt alone later.

Whatever Gabriel had done, the knights beside him were already down before Rafaela even arrived. Rafaela struck the backs of the necks of the remaining two with the flat of her blade, knocking them unconscious.

Since they wouldn’t die under the holy water falling from the sky, she deliberately put extra force into it with resentment. After knocking them out, she quietly caught them to prevent the sound of falling and laid them down, then immediately checked on Gabriel.

“Captain, are you alright?”

“Rafaela.”

Rafaela untied the restraints and extended her hand to Gabriel. Gabriel stood up briskly with Rafaela’s support.

“Did you take down the ones lying beside you, Captain?”

“It looked like Evangeline might fall, so I just…”

Gabriel answered sheepishly. Even though he knew in advance, when Evangeline fell from the spire, he unconsciously overpowered the knights restraining him with the single-minded determination to catch her.

“…You did quite well while tied up.”

Rafaela responded half with amazement and half with exasperation, then immediately launched into a lecture.

“But wait, why are you captured here when you said you escaped safely despite your physical condition? Do you know how shocked I was to see you, Captain?”

Gabriel couldn’t bring himself to tell Rafaela that he had walked in on his own and kept his mouth shut.

“Fine. I’ll hear your excuses later, so hurry up and take cover.”

Even as Rafaela urged him, Gabriel showed no signs of taking refuge.

“Captain?”

“I need to go to Evangeline.”

Rafaela asked in shock.

“You’re going to break through that?”

Through that battlefield where knights and people were tangled up fighting? Whether Rafaela was horrified or not, Gabriel quietly nodded and stared in one direction.

Rafaela followed Gabriel’s gaze. At the end of his sight was, naturally, Evangeline Rohanson.

Knights were pointing their swords at her and standing guard as if they would strike down Evangeline’s neck at any moment. It looked a bit precarious, but…

But that was Evangeline. A few knights would be no match for her. However, Gabriel’s thoughts were somewhat different.

Evangeline’s minions couldn’t use their abilities under the holy water. The cat, who cherished its master’s commands dearly, was surely pouring all its energy into making it rain.

“Since it’s raining now. She’ll need someone to shield her from the rain.”

Perhaps because she was getting rained on, Evangeline looked a bit paler. Since she was already someone with a cold constitution, wouldn’t the chill penetrate even deeper with her soaked body? He wanted to share his warmth with her.

Though Gabriel’s body wasn’t very warm right now either… Gabriel thought he’d rather have Evangeline take away all the warmth he had left.

“Don’t tell me the ridiculous act of making holy water rain down was…?”

Rafaela asked quietly, holding her breath. No answer came back to Gabriel. But Rafaela, who read the answer in his silence, was horrified.

Making the sun disappear, making holy water rain down. Now Bishop Marik, who was countering Evangeline Rohanson’s miracles with rhetoric, seemed impressive.

“Yes. Do as you wish, Captain. Go. Go.”

Rafaela didn’t have the ability to stop Gabriel. Since she was someone who made holy water rain down, there was a strange trust that at least Evangeline wouldn’t let Gabriel die.

Gabriel received the sword that Rafaela had obtained in exchange for a belt.

“Rafaela, I have a favor to ask.”

“Command me anything.”

“Could you bring Priest Javanya? He’s probably by the door.”

“I wondered why I couldn’t see that old man…”

If Rafaela’s guess was correct, he should have been right next to Bishop Marik, cheering and adding comments.

“But why by the door…”

Rafaela was muttering to herself when she suddenly turned her head to look at Gabriel.

“It can’t be, right?”

It couldn’t be, it really shouldn’t be, but Rafaela ended up making a strange deduction. The people who suddenly invaded the temple weren’t connected to Priest Javanya, were they?

No way, what reason would Priest Javanya suddenly have for such a thing? But how does the Captain know the location of that old fox?

“Priest Javanya isn’t such a bad person.”

“Only you say that, Captain…”

This time Rafaela muttered without conviction. Rafaela quietly watched Gabriel, then sighed.

She had to carry out the Captain’s orders, didn’t she? And the moment she turned her eyes away, Rafaela experienced her heart dropping.

Duke Baal was watching Rafaela with sharp eyes.

“I’m dead…”

Was the moisture around her eyes from rainwater?

“Captain, I have one thing to ask. You’d still use me as your adjutant even if I weren’t the Duke’s son, right?”

At Rafaela’s question, Gabriel smiled softly as if he’d heard a ridiculous joke.

Rafaela was newly amazed. If you get rained on, shouldn’t you look like a soaked rat too? Why did she herself look like a dog with matted fur, while he looked like a fairy who had just swum in a lake at early dawn?

Damn, he’s handsome. Maybe I should tell him to only walk around soaking wet in front of Evangeline from now on.

While she was admiring him, Gabriel patted Rafaela on the shoulder.

“I have never once seen anything other than your abilities.”

“Captain!”

Rafaela looked at Gabriel with a moved expression. Rafaela resolved to dedicate her life to the Pararos Knights.

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