My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 227

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‘This time, even Mother absolutely won’t turn a blind eye, will she?’

It hadn’t been long since he’d demanded Rafaela stay quiet by bringing up family, yet not only had he secretly rescued Gabriel, but now he was going to carry out orders.

Perhaps this time Duke Baal would truly come forward demanding to sever ties. Instead, he’d probably insist that the only way to disappear from the family tree was through death, and would try to kill his son at all costs.

While Duke Baal himself had killed his own blood relatives to claim the ducal position, he had been brainwashing his children to cherish family dearly. From Rafaela’s speculation, the Duke probably didn’t want to repeat his own precedent, right? The succession had already been decided for the eldest from childhood.

When Rafaela was young, jealous that Mother only favored her older sister, she had once asked if she could become the duke since she was more intelligent.

Duke Baal had firmly told Rafaela that if the eldest died, he would pass the ducal position to the eldest’s child, and if there were no children, to a maid the eldest cherished. Rafaela being sent to the temple as if chased away before she was fully grown was also influenced by what Mother had said then.

Rafaela shook her head. There’s nothing to be done. For a while, I’ll have no choice but to live as just Rafaela, not Rafaela Baal.

While the Duke is alive, let’s not even go near Duke Baal’s estate. Since my older sister cherished the youngest, perhaps after the Duke’s death I could become Rafaela Baal again?

On the way to fetch Javanya while avoiding Duke Baal, Rafaela glanced back at Gabriel.

That stubborn person. Gabriel was really stepping into the rain.

Would he be okay? Should I have tried harder to stop the Captain? Rafaela became anxiously worried and kept walking a few steps then looking back, then walking a few more steps and looking back again.

Meanwhile, Gabriel was fearlessly walking steadily inward. Then someone blocked Gabriel’s path.

Was he caught? Rafaela was about to scream internally when she stopped. The identity of the person blocking Gabriel looked strangely familiar.

‘Arvil?’

It was the ungrateful Arvil who had quickly transferred from the Pararos Knights and clung to Bishop Marik. That, that, that bastard is now blocking the Captain’s path. Rafaela glared like a nasty old person clicking her tongue.

Captain, please give that Arvil bastard a good beating. Rafaela watched the two, but the distance had grown too far and her vision was blurry.

Rafaela’s eyesight wasn’t very good, so she couldn’t see the two people’s forms clearly. But look, I’ve been staring at documents all year long. How could my eyes not become dim?

The two stood still as if having some conversation, when suddenly Arvil embraced the Captain tightly. Rafaela was puzzled but thought Gabriel must have lectured Arvil with excellent words. Arvil must have been so moved he couldn’t help but hug the Captain.

As expected of our Captain. Rafaela’s heart warmed as she wiped her nose and quickened her pace. She didn’t look back anymore. She thought finding Priest Javanya as Gabriel had requested should take priority.

But did Priest Javanya really open the doors and let people in?

Honestly, it was hard to believe. Since she had to find him anyway, she had no choice but to go directly and interrogate him. Rafaela hurriedly left the garden.

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Rain began to fall gently. Since no dark clouds were visible, it would be hard to guess the range, but anyone anywhere in the temple would be able to get rained on.

‘Is Pudding okay?’

I was going crazy with worry. Well, Pudding was making it rain right now. To be precise, it wasn’t really making it, just sprinkling the holy water from the bell tower like rain.

This was exactly why I had been recommending rest to Pudding all along. I wouldn’t have advised Pudding to conserve strength just for the single act of appearing splendidly with dove wings on its back, would I?

From the moment I thought of drawing people in, I roughly expected that Bishop Marik would try to suppress the temple intruders by labeling them heretics for the sole reason that they sided with me.

There was no way people who had lived in poverty without proper meals could handle Holy Knights. If things went wrong, it might result in corpses piled up like mountains. I couldn’t just watch people die because of me while using them arbitrarily. But I definitely needed people who would defend ‘Evangeline Rohanson’ as innocent and support me.

So after agonizing and worrying for a long time, I finally decided to spray holy water. At least under holy water, no one would be able to die. Plus, since it was a temple, I figured there would be plenty of holy water. So-called local procurement.

Originally I planned to use the water from the gushing fountain, but since there was a large amount of holy water stored in the bell tower where Jelly had been imprisoned, I decided to use that. If it wasn’t enough, I could draw from the fountain’s holy water.

Seeing how heavy the rainfall was, there must have been quite a lot of holy water in the bell tower, more than I thought. How many people could be healed with enough holy water to make it rain? I felt somewhat guilty about using up such a large amount, but thinking about it, even if I didn’t use it, only wealthy nobles and clergy would squander it anyway. Suddenly I felt much better. Good, let’s use it freely without guilt.

I had already instructed Rico to have the rats take shelter in the temple buildings, or hide between people’s pockets or sleeves. While at it, I also had the rats tell Jeremiah and Melek not to come outside at all.

It wasn’t a bad solution.

Except for Pudding suffering terribly.

Pudding was a demon, and demons were weak to holy water. Just being surrounded by holy water, it couldn’t even find Jelly’s location, and just touching a few drops of holy water caused injuries. So the burden from manipulating holy water to appear like falling rain would be great too. How long could Pudding really endure?

As I looked up at the sky worriedly, a raindrop fell on my face. It was just cold rain. It had no effect on me, but it was so threatening to Pudding and Jelly, which was really fascinating. No matter how I looked at it, it seemed like just plain water.

My body shivered from getting rained on. But I couldn’t shamefully tremble in front of Bishop Marik. He might think I was trembling from fear of being surrounded, using my shivering from cold as an excuse.

After wiping the rainwater that fell on my face with my hand, I decided to just stay still. I could see the knights surrounding me readjust their swords as soon as I moved my hand slightly.

They were guarding against me like a cornered rat, and I felt like I might get cut by a sword if I made a wrong move.

But shouldn’t I be the one who’s scared right now? Why are they afraid of me when they’re the ones holding swords? What, am I going to explode like a bomb? At this rate they’ll tell me not to breathe either.

The knights being on high alert wasn’t really my fault. Before it started raining, people who were being threatened had called out to me for help, shouting ‘Lady Rohanson!’ Honestly, I thought I was experiencing something like being a cult leader. I really thought I might get divine punishment for this. After all, this is a world where the Sun God actually exists.

Watching people pray gave me goosebumps, so how much more so for the Sun God believers who were watching?

Thinking that a new cult religion would be established if left alone, several people rushed over and pointed swords at me. And now they were trembling in fear.

Anyway, the knights watched me while occasionally kicking away people who charged forward shouting ‘Save Lady Rohanson!’ and ‘You bastards, let Lady Rohanson go!’

After several scuffles, my surroundings became quiet like the eye of a storm, with no one approaching.

The rest was truly pandemonium.

People whose wounds had healed cleanly in the pouring rain wouldn’t fall down like zombies. Having seen an angel rescue me and with the added belief that the Sun God would protect them as it rained, they were just human bulldozers.

It was natural that the opposing side would have a hard time. Cold from the rain, clothes heavy with water, and swinging swords made no difference, so the knights grew increasingly exhausted as time passed.

Moreover, they might try to ignore it, but this was holy water falling. They could dismiss Pudding’s angel act as an illusion. But how could they ignore the sensation at their fingertips, the water drops falling on their heads?

I heard a confused priest expressing his anxiety to Bishop Marik.

“Bishop, are we seeing hallucinations again this time…?”

Bishop Marik really is impressive. After preparing ambitiously and risking his life by throwing himself from the bell tower, he made my efforts disappear with just a few words. It was just that my voice carried well because I used Rico as a megaphone, but I didn’t expect him to find fault with that.

How would Bishop Marik answer this time? I became curious myself and listened carefully.

Player Bishop Marik. He claimed the people were corpses and that I was moving corpses like zombies.

Do the priests and knights seem to believe it? Ah, they look uncomfortable. But they’re following orders without complaint. They must have handed over their brains.

I added commentary like a caster broadcasting while relaying Bishop Marik’s words.

Bishop Marik didn’t withdraw the knights. However, since cutting them down was useless, the knights eventually changed their suppression strategy to knocking people unconscious first to reduce their numbers instead of killing them.

Then Bishop Marik’s angry rebuke immediately fell.

“Don’t show mercy when dealing with evil beings!”

Bishop Marik had a reason for acting this way.

Suppression might be one thing, but as long as blood was spilled, Pudding had no choice but to continue sprinkling holy water.

Whether it was because he was a bishop with much knowledge, or because he knew from experience of using Azazel, Bishop Marik was more knowledgeable about demons than I was.

He probably figured out that it was Pudding making it rain. He knew Pudding wouldn’t be able to endure for long. It meant he understood this was a war of attrition about whose stamina would wear out first.

I clicked my tongue at Bishop Marik’s words.

“What’s so funny?”

One of the knights surrounding me heard my tongue clicking and growled as he asked. Look at this guy, I never laughed but he’s making false accusations.

“Does the current situation seem like a joke to you?”

The knight glared at me with bloodshot eyes.

Anyone watching would think I’m the villain. The Holy Knights are the ones attacking people, and isn’t it your bishop who disregards life?

If I still thought of people like ants as I used to, would I be grinding up our cat to save people? It was so extreme that even a utilitarian emphasizing ‘the greatest happiness for the greatest number’ would give it 5 stars in the afterlife.

I’m basically the type who thinks I just need to survive, but how did it come to this? Isn’t saving people the job of priests, not me?

“Sh-showing such hallucinations… Do we look pathetic to you?”

The knight gritted his teeth. His sword shook in the air, perhaps his body trembling with rage. His voice sounded familiar somehow. Thinking if I’d seen him before, he was the person who had given false testimony to Bishop Marik. Was it Jerak? He had been nothing but polite to Bishop Marik, but I guess I seem easy to him?

“Count Jerak. Do you really think what you’re seeing now is a hallucination?”

“How do you know my name…”

Jerak was startled when I called his name. Hey, Bishop Marik called your name. Don’t I have ears? How many people were glaring during Bishop Marik’s Q&A show just now? Besides me, at least ten people would remember your name.

But since I was already misunderstood, I decided to use it well. Originally, when a professor calls your name, it gives you goosebumps. It’s the same principle as the grim reaper calling your name.

“The angel who saved me was deeply saddened that a faithful person like Count Jerak was blinded by Bishop Marik’s schemes and committing injustice, so he whispered about you in my ear.”

“Shut up! What angel!”

But it didn’t work!

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