My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 248

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Lea stroked my cheek. It was the cheek that had been cut by broken glass and was bleeding.

When Lea’s hand touched me, an indescribable feeling of revulsion arose. It wasn’t that I harbored bad feelings toward Lea, but simply an unpleasant sensation based on Lea’s very existence.

“The blood flowing through your body, your heart….”

Lea paused for a moment, swallowing her breath, then exhaled slowly as if swallowing a shudder.

“Even your two eyes. I gave you everything.”

Lea slowly opened her eyelids while making eye contact with me.

“….”

Where red irises should have been, only pitch-black pupils remained. Wait, were those even pupils? Looking again, they were deep, dark caverns. They were so empty that it seemed like I could peer inside them. What would be there if I looked into them? …Should I put my hand in? When I found myself having such nauseating thoughts without realizing it, Lea closed her eyes again.

My mind snapped back to clarity as if cold water had been splashed on me. What was I just thinking? Nausea rose up and I bit my lips.

It was definitive confirmation.

As expected, ‘Evangeline’ was not the biological daughter of Rohanson Viscount, but a being created by Lea in response to Amaranth’s wish.

This was exactly what Amaranth had revealed to Agera.

As I had seen in the diary, when Amaranth was cut off from the ducal family, abused by the viscount, and even lost the maid she had been close to, she completely broke down. And when Amaranth was cornered, she unfolded the letter Pakira had given her and discovered the sorcery circle.

Amaranth succeeded in summoning Lea. And she made a wish. For a being that would love only her.

However, unless one is the Sun God, one cannot interfere with life. So Lea used a loophole. She shaped me to resemble Amaranth’s body and, as she just said, transplanted her own blood, heart, and even eyes into me.

Then it made sense that Pudding and Jelly had recovered by drinking my blood. My blood was Lea’s, so it would have helped restore their demonic bodies.

“My goodness, to even gouge out her own eyes and give them. Where else could you find such a kind mother?”

The raven perched on Lea’s shoulder chattered with feigned cheerfulness, but it only felt grotesque. Even if someone dug up a buried corpse and performed a puppet show with it, it would surely be more lighthearted than this.

Moreover, since Lea had Amaranth’s appearance, it felt even more unpleasant. Couldn’t she change that appearance? When I complained inwardly, Lea arbitrarily read my thoughts and responded.

“Why? Isn’t it beautiful? It’s the most beautiful form I’ve ever seen.”

Lea asked while placing her hand on her chest. Of course the appearance would be beautiful. It was Amaranth’s face, after all. Even though she would have heard my rebuttal without me voicing it, Lea ignored my dissatisfaction and changed the subject.

“Your wish would be to save that pitiful knight, wouldn’t it?”

The raven perched on Lea immediately looked toward Gabriel. My nerves tensed up again. Just having that gaze touch him made it feel like Gabriel was being defiled, and I wanted to shield Gabriel from Lea’s sight immediately.

Had I really made the right choice? From the atmosphere Lea gave off, it seemed like she might drag Gabriel down to hell at any moment.

Even so, Lea was the only one I could rely on. I nodded and answered.

“Holy water doesn’t work on Count Gabriel. But since you created me…. You could heal Count Gabriel, couldn’t you?”

Please. Let my last remaining hope not be in vain.

“If that is your wish.”

Lea affirmed. I clenched my fists tightly. Thank goodness. Really, thank goodness. Tears welled up in my eyes from relief.

Then hurry…!

“However.”

It was before I could even voice my request to heal Gabriel. Lea began speaking while looking down at me. Giant feathers circled around the room, enveloping me.

“No matter how much I cherish you, I cannot bestow blessings without compensation.”

I had thought a price would be necessary. Isn’t it quite a famous legend that demons take souls in exchange for granting wishes?

“A scholar who pursued knowledge gave me his body. A beggar blinded by wealth offered his husband and child. A girl craving revenge burned down an entire village, and a singer whose tongue was cut out gave me a hundred tongues. One pitiful woman gave me her pure form. Now, my daughter. What will you give me?”

But I didn’t have much I could offer. Since Evangeline Rohanson was created by Lea. Still, if there was something I had….

“If you want it, I’ll even give you my soul.”

It was a life I had originally intended to sacrifice as an offering to summon Lea anyway. Even though I spoke with some resolve, Lea seemed displeased and indifferent after hearing my answer. The raven flapped its wings and replied.

“I’m sorry. What has died once has no value to me.”

“…What?”

What does that mean…? Something that died once has no value? Why is she saying such things to me?

At that moment, I remembered when I first possessed Evangeline’s body.

I tried to recall the memory. So… the point when I first awakened was right at Evangeline Rohanson’s funeral.

I had opened my eyes in a coffin decorated with flowers, wearing burial clothes. At the time, I had felt less guilty, thinking it was fortunate that I had possessed the body of someone already dead rather than stealing the body of someone who was alive and well.

No, wait a minute.

If I really possessed her body, then the one who died at that time was ‘Evangeline Rohanson,’ not me….

Or was she referring to before the possession? But thinking carefully, I didn’t remember any accident happening before that. Really, from my perspective, I had just gone to sleep and woken up in Evangeline’s body.

Then there’s nothing wrong with my soul, is there? Or perhaps I had already died and just couldn’t remember the moment of my death? Wasn’t it possession after all? All sorts of speculations ran wild and my head became complicated.

I felt like my path was blocked. The only thing I could offer as payment to save Gabriel was my soul, but if that wasn’t acceptable, then what was I supposed to do?

Since thinking alone wouldn’t give me an answer, I decided to just ask Lea. She must know something to be so confident.

“…I died once?”

“Ah… I see. You don’t remember?”

At my question, Lea paused for a moment then smiled. Finding something so amusing, she couldn’t help but eventually cover her mouth. Her bizarrely torn lips formed an arc that couldn’t be fully covered even with her palm. Her eerily curved eyes were so grotesque that the chills wouldn’t subside.

Lea’s smile soon faded. As if nothing had happened, her gently returned expression was the spitting image of Amaranth from the portrait.

“Then let me explain. Since you’re still a child, you must like puppet shows?”

She called me daughter, then demanded payment to save Gabriel. She frightened me, then now treated me like an immature child and spoke kindly. She was truly a fickle being, impossible to figure out.

Moreover, she was petty. The mention of puppet shows seemed to be something she brought up specifically because I had mocked her about performing puppet shows.

Just how amazing a puppet show was she planning to show me?

Without warning, Lea tore off her left arm. I clenched my teeth in shock. Looking closely, I could see the arm slowly growing back. Even knowing she wasn’t human, I couldn’t help but feel disgusted since she had Amaranth’s face.

“Watch carefully.”

Tearing off the arm seemed to be just preparation.

From the severed cross-section, instead of blood, a viscous-looking black fluid dripped down. A black puddle formed on the floor. Though it was a shallow pool, perhaps because of its color, it looked strangely deep.

Lea’s arm crumpled and soon became a young child. Strangely, it was a face that felt familiar. The child’s form continued to transform and eventually changed into a form all too familiar to me. Someone with neat black hair, wearing the familiar Knight Order uniform.

“…Count Gabriel.”

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