My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 233

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“Did I see wrong? Bishop Marik definitely looked like a young woman.”

Since Saraka immediately bowed her head deeply and buried her face in her hands, her face was no longer visible. The knights and priests who wondered if they had briefly seen a phantom were busy voicing their doubts to each other.

“What nonsense are you talking about? You must have seen wrong.”

“No, I’m telling you she really looked young?”

“More than that, did you see the burn scars? They weren’t as hideous as the rumors suggested…?”

“There were burn scars remaining?”

In the midst of the commotion where opinions clashed, surprisingly, the quietest one was Harut, who had been raising his voice for the people just moments before.

“…Saraka?”

Harut, filled with shock, muttered as if it made no sense. The moment he saw the face beneath the veil, the name Saraka spilled from his lips. It was a face he had seen hundreds of times in his dreams while tormented by guilt.

It was a face he could never forget now. But why, how could Bishop Marik have Saraka’s face? Harut couldn’t take his eyes off Bishop Marik with a confused expression.

Saraka frowned at the commotion reminiscent of street chaos. All sorts of troublesome words about herself were abundant.

Even with her head bowed, she could feel piercing gazes down to her skin. These weren’t the usual admiring looks she naturally received. The suspicious glares hurt like those looking at a heretic on the execution platform.

She had made a mistake. At this rate, she couldn’t become completely Bishop Marik. She felt defeated.

Saraka had been confident that her veil would never be removed. Thus she had been complacent. She hadn’t even anticipated that flames would consume her. She didn’t know that she, who had survived flames longer than anyone, would crumble so easily to the fire demon. She had been careless and arrogant in her misjudgment that the drama had reached its climax.

Pointing out Saraka’s behavior of covering her face, Evangeline asked innocently.

“Bishop, why are you covering your face?”

Saraka wanted to immediately cut Evangeline’s tongue and sew her mouth shut so she couldn’t spout such nonsense.

But conversely, Evangeline’s question snapped her to attention. She couldn’t face Evangeline with such a dissolute mind. Surely it was Evangeline who had exposed Saraka’s bare face. She must have been quite displeased with the cat being pampered.

Saraka relaxed her viciously contorted expression and lowered the hand covering her face.

Crimson eyes swept over Saraka. Though only one layer of veil had been lifted, a gaze that seemed to see through even her innermost self pierced her nakedly.

The eerie blood-red orbs didn’t even blink as they traced down Saraka’s lips and hands.

“I never expected such a young and beautiful person to be hiding beneath the veil.”

Evangeline spoke as if admiring the revealed face. She was deliberately emphasizing it conspicuously. So that people would harbor suspicions upon seeing Saraka’s youthful appearance.

Those who had felt doubt about Saraka’s appearance they had briefly glimpsed earlier glanced at Saraka with confused expressions. It was a face that had been covered by a veil for a lifetime. It would be strange not to be curious about what lay beneath.

Indeed, as Evangeline said, it was a beautiful appearance. Her face wasn’t completely burned as had been circulated like established fact. The commotion didn’t subside but grew fiercer because her appearance was completely different from the speculation that she covered her face because it was so shockingly grotesque and hideous that it couldn’t be shown outside.

“Wasn’t Bishop Marik supposed to have burns all over her face?”

“You fool! Holy water was just sprinkled. The holy water healed the Bishop’s face. Don’t you know the efficacy of holy water? Are you a heretic?”

“Don’t say such harsh things. But why do the scars on the Bishop’s lower face remain as they are?”

“She must have been covering her mouth when the holy water was sprinkled.”

“Does that make sense? Then why does her face look so young!”

“How would I know?”

“How old is the Bishop?”

“She must be similar to Bishop Jabaniya.”

“See! But in appearance, she looks the same age as my daughter…”

“Is that really Bishop Marik…?”

All sorts of questions flew at Saraka in clusters. Though the gossip didn’t have saw blades attached, she felt as if she’d been hacked to shreds.

Saraka clenched her fists tightly. Her trembling hands seemed ready to claw at her own face that didn’t look like Bishop Marik’s.

She had to endure. Now she had to focus on Evangeline. She would suppress and suppress her impulses, then tear off all the skin of that heretic who questioned Bishop Marik. She would display Evangeline Rohanson, who had humiliated her, most brutally. But right now, it was Saraka who was being evaluated.

“The rumors said there were burns across the entire face…”

When Evangeline began speaking, those who had been chattering like birds shut their beaks. Since they couldn’t interrogate Bishop Marik, they wanted to eavesdrop on the conversation between Saraka and Evangeline.

Saraka composed her voice.

“How can one control people’s mouths? It’s simply that the rumors were exaggerated.”

She answered with an imitation of authority more skillfully than breathing. Since the discrepancy in what was visible was great, her voice and actions had to be even more Bishop Marik-like than usual.

Saraka dismissed it as merely false rumors circulating by word of mouth that there were burn scars across her entire face.

“If it’s not to hide burn scars, then is Bishop Marik wearing a veil to hide her youthful appearance?”

Evangeline added that it was too precious a beauty to hide.

“Bishop Marik must be the same age as Bishop Jabaniya, so what kind of trickery are you using?”

“Sorcery, you say. Lady Rohanson receives the adoration of wicked things but would be ignorant of the mercy bestowed by Lady Rahel. Those loved by the sun, favored by God, do not age.”

Saraka explained condescendingly, looking down on Evangeline’s knowledge. It was directed at everyone who suspected her, including Evangeline.

“Ah, I’ve heard of that. It was definitely a story from ancient texts, wasn’t it?”

Evangeline nodded and agreed with Saraka’s excuse in a ladylike manner.

Then she suddenly changed her expression. Her voice became lukewarm as if sharing more secretive and intimate stories, wetting Saraka’s ears.

“But Bishop, rain falling from a clear sky or the sun disappearing are also mentioned in ancient texts, aren’t they? Yet you dismissed everything as illusions I created.”

Saraka gritted her teeth. Evangeline had thrown another stone, creating ripples. If she was going to use ancient texts as examples, she was saying to acknowledge everything Saraka had denied so far.

That couldn’t be done. Saraka couldn’t personally acknowledge that the sacrifice was wrong and the heretic was innocent.

Anger rose at how Evangeline found fault with everything she said. What being other than the Sun God could dare rebel against Bishop Marik? She was the one who held the Emperor’s weakness and could determine the life and death of thousands with a single word. Her clenched fists tensed so much that her nails dug into her flesh.

“Lady Rohanson seems to have an answer she wants to hear from me.”

The blackened nun and the pure white demon faced off.

Even as Saraka asked, she didn’t consider for a moment that Evangeline would reach the truth.

Who could possibly expect that Bishop Marik had confined a single child underground for over ten years and raised her as a replacement?

“Then I’ll ask you, Lady. What do you think is the reason I don’t age?”

Her lips parted slightly as her red tongue spat out lies.

“That would be because you take human lives to maintain your youth, Bishop.”

Saraka doubted her ears for a moment. Who did what? Bishop Marik takes human lives to avoid aging? Indignation rose and veins stood out on her neck.

Saraka wasn’t the only one angered. The people who had been quietly eavesdropping on their conversation went into a frenzy.

“Wh-what nonsense are you spouting to the Bishop!”

However, it was clearly visible that their loyalty and faith toward Bishop Marik wasn’t as clear as before, so their opposition to Evangeline had softened. It was proof that many had been swayed by Evangeline’s words and now suspected Bishop Marik.

Saraka ground her teeth. Just because, just because Saraka’s face had been revealed!

“Shall I say it again? I said you take human lives to avoid aging, Bishop. Like a demon.”

Evangeline looked down at Saraka with slightly lowered eyes, making a pitying expression. Saraka let out a hollow laugh.

“Are you calling me a demon?”

Perhaps because she heard such foolish words, her head felt numb. If she was going to frame someone, she should have chosen a reasonable pretext. Saraka asked back as if she had heard a joke.

“Didn’t Lady Rohanson just see me catch fire? If I were a demon, my body would have melted when holy water was sprinkled to put out the flames.”

As soon as she pointed out the obvious fact, Evangeline’s eyes curved into crescents. Her eye shape curved roundly in a smiling manner. Laughing? She laughed?

Evangeline opened her eyes narrowly. Through the narrowed eye shape, red irises watched Saraka. Saraka was reflected in the bright red burning pupils.

Suddenly, a chill ran through her entire body. Her hair stood on end and the shivering wouldn’t subside. Her heart pounded anxiously as if uneasy, and her breathing became disturbed.

“Was it really holy water?”

Evangeline Rohanson whispered like a legless beast that bewitches people.

From the lips that spoke the words to the pronunciation of the red tongue that flicked inside her slightly parted mouth, everything was seductive. It was an alluring tone.

It was a strange question. Hadn’t the knights directly fetched the holy water? Even in the chaos, Saraka had heard it clearly. That’s why she had been afraid that all of Saraka’s scars would disappear from the holy water. If it had just been water, Saraka’s face would have remained completely burned and unhealed, but the situation would have been better than now.

Saraka hesitated for a moment.

Saraka felt around her face with her still hideously stained hands. Her fingertips touched the rough texture of her lower face. Saraka’s original wounds remained intact.

To heal old wounds, the wounds had to be gouged open again. Holy water could only heal wounds that still had fresh blood. So if Saraka’s burned hands and face covered by the veil had been hit with holy water, everything should have been healed.

Saraka had definitely been consumed by flames all over her body, so why was this happening?

“If it was holy water, why do your wounds remain, Bishop?”

Evangeline Rohanson pointed out Saraka’s scars and smiled bewitchingly.

Saraka wanted to pierce through the heart of this enchanting woman. She realized that what she thought was a perfect sacrifice bestowed by God was actually a demon fire meant to burn Saraka to death.

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