My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 245

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As she approached with a fuss as if nothing was wrong, Evangeline turned her eyes toward Rafaela upon hearing the voice.

Her heart sank for a moment.

‘…Cr, crying…’

She thought she was crying.

The impact was truly shocking. It was so shocking that her head rang. Evangeline Rohanson crying? Wasn’t that a sentence that couldn’t possibly make sense?

In reality, the eyes Rafaela faced were dry without any moisture. But Evangeline looking at Rafaela seemed so miserable that she momentarily thought exactly that.

“Ra… faela.”

Rafaela, who had been frozen in shock for a moment, finally came to her senses at the sound of Evangeline calling her. No. To be precise… it seemed closer to her only now recognizing Rafaela’s presence.

Rafaela suddenly realized. Right now, Evangeline had lost her rationality and couldn’t even see her surroundings.

Rafaela quickly rolled her eyes to examine Gabriel’s condition. There was a thick scent of blood, and only labored breathing could be heard as if he had already lost consciousness.

‘The Captain is injured.’

Severely enough to make Evangeline Rohanson this agitated.

She wanted to punch herself for being too foolish to immediately grasp the situation. It hadn’t been long since she received a warning from Duke Baal to stay sharp, yet she was being an idiot.

“Count Gabriel is… What should I do…?”

Her words were incoherent, and her voice trembled wildly. It was so weak that it was unbelievable these were words from Evangeline Rohanson.

Though it didn’t suit the situation, Rafaela wanted to give the unconscious Gabriel a round of applause.

‘Captain, you succeeded.’

He had been anxious for Evangeline Rohanson to think of him as special, and hadn’t he succeeded?

Though Gabriel had never mentioned it directly, Rafaela, with her exceptional intuition, roughly guessed Gabriel’s feelings toward Evangeline. Her captain had somewhat twisted sensibilities when it came to Evangeline alone.

Deliberately provoking her to crack that indifferent expression and being satisfied watching her act emotionally. Not to mention being subtly jealous of not only Evangeline’s maid but even her cat. And what about constantly getting injured despite having a constitution that didn’t respond to holy water?

At the late Crown Prince’s banquet, she should have seen how pleased he was when he came back with a cracked skull, saying Evangeline had worried about him.

But that didn’t mean he needed to risk his life, did it?

“Where is he injured?”

“…His heart.”

Damn it. Rafaela cursed inwardly.

Rafaela felt it was a miracle that Gabriel was still breathing.

‘Actually, isn’t the Captain beyond hope now?’

The bloodline of Duke Baal, who calculated quickly, ran deep indeed. Rafaela clenched her fists, disgusted with herself for calculating possibilities over her respected captain.

But self-loathing could come later. She should be scolded by Gabriel himself. Pull yourself together. The role of an adjutant, of Rafaela, was always to clean up the mess her superior made.

‘So let’s clean up first.’

Rafaela considered what she should do, what she could do.

Good. Damn it, there was nothing Rafaela could do. All she could do was grab onto Evangeline Rohanson’s skirt and beg her to save the Captain.

Then she’d have to do at least that.

But before that, calming Evangeline was the priority. Evangeline Rohanson had lost her composure.

“Don’t be agitated, Evangeline. There are many watching eyes.”

“…”

Rafaela deliberately dismissed the situation more coldly.

“Holy water is scattered everywhere. If they find out the Captain is injured, they’ll try to use holy water.”

The case of the heretic who had been imprisoned in Bishop Marik’s basement was completely different from Gabriel being a heretic.

Gabriel was an associate of the saint who had punished Bishop Marik. An associate of the saint cursed? Moreover, hadn’t Gabriel been deceiving people while serving as a holy knight? In the worst case, it might lead to the narrative that Gabriel had been the proper sacrifice.

“If that happens, the opportunity to treat the Captain will also disappear.”

So Gabriel’s injury must never be revealed. That’s why Rafaela couldn’t even worry about the injured Gabriel.

“So you must leave the temple looking perfectly fine.”

Each time Rafaela presented what needed to be done immediately, Evangeline’s sense of reality seemed to return little by little.

Finally having steeled her resolve, Evangeline Rohanson bit her lips tightly.

“Rafaela, do you know where the Hosaquin Duke’s carriage is?”

Rafaela nodded. She had happened to see the Hosaquin Duke’s carriage near where she had seen off her mother.

“Could you guide us to the carriage?”

When Rafaela nodded, Evangeline advised her.

“Don’t be surprised.”

As she said, Rafaela almost gasped in shock seeing Gabriel walking normally. But Gabriel was still unconscious. Looking closely, his feet were just moving in a pretense of walking. It was merely an illusion.

But it was quite effective.

Evangeline spoke to the unconscious man and smiled pleasantly as if she had heard a response. Her expression was peaceful as if nothing had happened to Gabriel.

The way she walked closely beside him with his arm draped over her looked like lovers in love whispering sweet nothings. Despite the reality being a situation of supporting a dying lover.

Only after boarding the Hosaquin Duke’s carriage did Evangeline drop her smile. Rafaela couldn’t help but admire her. If anyone had seen the previous scene, no one would suspect Gabriel’s injury.

Evangeline called Rafaela.

“There’s something you need to do, Rafaela.”

“If you need my heart, I’ll give it to you.”

And Evangeline told Rafaela what she needed to do.

“Rafaela, take grandfather’s carriage and go to the Duke’s mansion with Rico.”

Evangeline introduced the rat in her arms as Rico, then assigned Rafaela to act as Gabriel’s double.

It was to disguise Gabriel’s whereabouts.

Rafaela waited for the Hosaquin Duke together with Rico, who mimicked Evangeline Rohanson’s appearance.

And that was how Rafaela came to be at the Duke’s mansion in Gabriel’s form.

“What about the young lady and Count Gabriel?”

“They said they were going to the Rohanson Estate.”

Though she didn’t know what method there might be to treat the Captain in that place that had burned down completely to ashes, Rafaela had no choice but to believe and wait. Evangeline had already treated Rider’s spirit once before. So surely, there must be some way. Surely…

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Pudding staggered briefly upon arriving at the Rohanson Estate, then barely managed to regain balance and stand upright.

It was certainly due to overexertion. Not only had she been near holy water all day, but she had also received an unexpected attack.

It was Azazel’s remnant that had incited the stabbing of Gabriel.

How persistent, even after dying and having his body taken. Azazel’s obsessive resentment had blinded even Pudding’s eyes for a short time. Pudding’s vision had already become so clouded that she couldn’t properly distinguish the situation. It would recover, but… Damn Azazel. If he’s dead, he should stay sleeping in his grave instead of crawling out.

“Sorry for pushing you too hard.”

Pudding had already used her strength beyond its limits, making it difficult even to transport me and Gabriel to the Rohanson Estate. Yet I had no choice but to borrow Pudding’s power.

Because Gabriel’s current state was essentially being kept alive by Pudding’s force. If Pudding let go, it seemed his breath would truly cease before long…

No, that’s not right. Gabriel won’t die. Because he promised me so.

Hoping it might help Pudding recover even a little strength, I bit my finger to draw blood. Since it had been effective in treating Jelly, it would surely be effective for Pudding too.

Pudding didn’t hesitate and immediately pressed her lips to my hand. At first licking with her tongue, then lapping as if thirsty, and finally baring her teeth. There was no other meaning. It was instinctively craving means to sustain life for bodily recovery.

The clouded eyes regained their clarity. As soon as Pudding’s vision recovered, she pulled away and stepped back.

“Evangeline, I’ll keep watch outside.”

Though no one would likely visit the already burned-down estate, just in case, Pudding said she would watch for people approaching the Rohanson Estate.

“…Please do.”

Leaving Pudding behind, I entered the blackened estate while supporting Gabriel.

Decorative items were broken and scattered carelessly on the floor. Ceiling materials crashed down in front of me with a loud noise. The flooring from the upper level had burned and couldn’t support the weight, causing it to collapse. It was fortunate that the walls hadn’t crumbled.

Though ash and dust made me cough, I didn’t stop walking.

I climbed the stairs. Amaranth’s room was my destination. Forcing open the warped door that wouldn’t open properly, I saw a strange sight.

“The room is intact…?”

No… it wasn’t. Had I seen an illusion for a moment? When I blinked, the previous scene had completely disappeared, and all that was visible was ruins.

…Right. There’s no way only Amaranth’s room would be intact.

One side of the room had collapsed, and the chandelier hung half-tilted as if about to fall. The curtains were completely burned at the bottom, and the furniture was also covered in ash, fallen haphazardly on the floor.

Then what was that scene I just saw? I felt as if I’d been possessed by a ghost.

After clearing the debris from the floor to make space, I laid Gabriel down on it. I brushed back his black hair wet with cold sweat.

“…Gabriel.”

His breathing was thin, and his heart beat very slowly. It was truly a miracle that he was still alive.

The warmth in the room felt particularly cold. It was an ominous and chilly sensation. The heavy, sunken air weighed down. The world, drained of blue, existed only in black and white.

So I had to reclaim it.

“Please hold on just a little longer. I will, I will… definitely save you.”

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