My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 241

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Still, what could he do if he wanted to make a living? He’d have to swallow his pride and grovel shamelessly. This guy was already treated coldly by Bishop Marik, yet he still had the nerve to act proud…

Ridwan felt somewhat sorry for Arvil and offered a word of advice.

“Go apologize to Count Gabriel quickly.”

“Gabriel…”

“Yes. You need to bow your head and submit for now. Make excuses that you were deceived by Bishop Marik. You have to survive first, don’t you?”

“…Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel…”

Ridwan closed his mouth.

Had he lost his mind? It seemed like he wasn’t even properly listening to what he was saying. Seeing him endlessly muttering only Gabriel’s name, he appeared to have completely lost his sanity.

This is hopeless. I was just trying to show some kindness out of pity. Tsk, clicking his tongue once, Ridwan turned away from Arvil.

***

Even after Ridwan left, Arvil’s gaze remained stubbornly fixed on Gabriel, refusing to let go.

In truth, Arvil didn’t understand the current situation very well.

‘Why?’

Only questions kept arising.

Why was Bishop Marik dragged to prison? Why were knights and priests treating those filthy heretics? Why were they calling the hideous Evangeline Rohanson a saint? Why, why had he fallen to such a pitiful state?

The answer was obvious. Everyone in the world had been deceived by those two. Deceived by that evil demon and knight, everyone was persecuting the Bishop. Even Bishop Marik’s own followers, all of them.

Apologize to Gabriel? Sell out Bishop Marik to save his own life? Ridwan and the others who called themselves Bishop Marik’s followers had no loyalty. When did they mock him as a traitor…!

Ah… Poor Bishop Marik.

‘Only I…’

Only Arvil was Bishop Marik’s faithful follower.

Not those damned fools who were deceived by that cunning group, but Arvil.

So Arvil didn’t need to bow his head to Gabriel again.

“Hateful, isn’t it?”

A serpent’s metallic voice reached Arvil’s ears.

“Wh-who’s there?”

Chills ran down his spine as Arvil shrank back and looked around, but no one was paying attention to him.

“Stab his heart.”

His breath tickled.

“Damn it, who is it! Who are you!”

People glanced at Arvil’s strange behavior. However, since he had been continuously muttering and talking to himself until just before, it only looked like the same insane behavior.

“Plunge a blade and cut off his breath.”

As the whisper came again, before he could even notice, a sword was gripped in Arvil’s hand.

“This… what the hell is this…”

Arvil’s hand trembled violently. Even though he wanted to drop the sword, it stuck to his hand and wouldn’t fall.

His hand was bound tight as if tied with rope. It felt like a snake had coiled around his entire body.

“Kill Evangeline Rohanson’s knight.”

Arvil froze solid. Following what the voice said, he unconsciously looked at Gabriel.

At the end of Arvil’s gaze, Evangeline Rohanson and the knight standing behind the woman like a shadow, protecting her, looked like a painting.

“Pierce his heart, split his belly and tear his guts apart!”

What was inciting Arvil was the serpent’s remnant.

The resentment from having his body stolen so helplessly continued to hover around, watching for an opportunity, and had finally found a human worth using.

Evangeline Rohanson had stolen the most important thing from the ‘serpent’.

A child who survived eating rats and cockroaches in a basement without a ray of light. Despite wearing the mask of a devout believer, she was an ugly human who could only survive by killing people like ‘me’.

While loathing demons and despising heretics, she ultimately couldn’t let go of her demonic hand, and even gave it the name Azazel as an excuse for using it. My poor…

Evangeline Rohanson had stolen Saraka from him.

So she too had to be robbed.

The serpent, whose soul had been forcibly stolen, used all its remaining strength to deceive the cat’s eyes one last time. Though its power was being completely worn away, it was fine. It would truly die now, but it didn’t matter. That child would die soon anyway.

“I must… kill Captain Gabriel…”

Arvil muttered, following the serpent’s whisper.

He was filled entirely with one obsession. Let’s kill Gabriel. Then everything would return to normal. Everyone would acknowledge that his choice to betray the Plauros Knights was right.

Bishop Marik and her followers who had ignored him would also acknowledge Arvil.

Arvil took a step. The direction he was heading was naturally decided.

***

“Saint, thank you so much!”

“Not at all.”

I’d like to stop hearing that damn saint talk now.

Haha… I felt like my mouth corners would cramp from smiling.

While Javanya went to search the basement, I remained to look after the people. To be precise, Javanya pretended to be pious, spouting things like ‘I trust and leave it to the Saint,’ and dumped the work on me.

He had connections with Gabriel too, so he chattered about maintaining good relations going forward – how could I refuse?

“Cunning raccoon…”

I completely agree with Rafaela’s words.

Of course, Javanya wasn’t just resting either. He said he’d go straight to the ceremonial hall after checking the basement, so he’s probably dealing with the nobles and sorting out the situation by now. Hmm. Yeah, thinking about it, this place is better than there.

If I had my way, I’d have defeated Bishop Marik too and just thrown everything away to go home with Gabriel, Pudding, and Rico. Oh, did the house burn down? Then to the duchy. I’d like to go back and raise a toast together, saying we all worked hard.

What are Kanna and Hena doing? Obviously Kanna must have scolded me terribly, right? Jelly should be resting well without waiting for me…

I petted the exhausted and drooping Pudding and Rico, asking them to wait just a little longer. I thought about sending them ahead, but they said they didn’t want that either. Instead, we decided they’d wait from a distance, avoiding the holy water.

Right. I should finish things cleanly while I’m at it.

Since these are people I used, I should at least take responsibility. With that thought, I was barely helping with the cleanup. Especially for people who came to the temple through incitement and fabrication, only to be stabbed for being heretics – I couldn’t just ignore them.

When I said I’d treat the believers, the temple people went even further and just opened the doors completely. Thanks to all the people who had gathered outside the doors needing holy water or wanting to pray coming in, the work increased even more.

But this is a temple, and I still have about twelve, roughly thousands of bottles of holy water. It’s not exactly mine, but let’s not be petty and share.

So I just listened to their stories and secretly gave them some holy water. Using a little more when I’d already used so much wouldn’t even be noticeable. Even though Pudding had sprayed rain like that, the fountain was still overflowing.

There would probably be people secretly taking holy water to sell, but honestly, doesn’t it not matter much? Since they almost died, thinking of it as payment for their lives was perfectly fitting.

People saw this and praised me as a saint who was kind even to the poor.

“How can she be so benevolent?”

I feel exactly like someone campaigning in front of cameras… But since I was the one who bluffed about Pudding being an angel and exploited Rahel’s name, what can I do? I have to endure it.

Roughly acting busy without sparing my body, and even making my eyes glisten with tears would be the cherry on top. It was embarrassing to constantly hear sounds of admiration.

People here always talk to themselves or among themselves without volume control, so everything can be heard. At this point, aren’t they deliberately gilding it for me to hear?

Ah, I got a bit scared thinking they probably did it on purpose.

“Thank you, Saint!”

“You are my savior, Saint! Ah, God will bestow blessings.”

“Such a merciful person. Might you be an angel hiding your wings?”

Yes yes. I am a saint.

Clearly at first I felt a bit guilty about acting like a saint and deceiving people when I was a fake, but now I’m just tired. My conscience must have already worn away and disappeared. This is all because I learned from Saraka.

Still, at least now they won’t chase after me calling me a demon. Pudding and Jelly will be safe too. Let’s think of today’s hardship as earning a leisurely rest of life ahead. From now on, I shouldn’t even set foot near the temple.

While I felt awkward, Gabriel watching me had his mouth corners constantly raised.

“Are you enjoying watching me bustle around?”

“Oh my. I’m sorry.”

When I pointed this out with a slightly sulky tone, Gabriel belatedly seemed to notice and covered his mouth. What’s the point of that now? His eyes were still full of laughter.

But on one hand, I could understand it. From Gabriel’s perspective, how ridiculous must it be to see me being called a Saint?

Gabriel shook his head, saying that wasn’t what he meant.

“I was just being arrogant for a moment.”

Out of nowhere?

When I looked puzzled, Gabriel quietly muttered as if he was embarrassed to say it out loud.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————