My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 255

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My knight yearned for someone who would pick him up. To fill his own void, he tried to layer emotions onto the mineral that Lea had sculpted. He was grateful as he drank in the lukewarm affection I showed him.

If I were to give my knight the largest piece, he would be unable to contain his joy and smile brightly with reddened eyes. Ah… I wanted to see that sight.

‘I want to see Count Gabriel.’

I thought that as long as Gabriel moved around unharmed and uninjured, nothing else would matter. I thought that was all, but the blow was greater than expected.

Not when Gabriel was hovering between life and death, not when I readily shouted that I would give my life to Lea, but only now did I truly realize it.

In the end, Pygmalion succeeded in turning the white woman into Galatea.

I must have regarded you as uniquely special. While giving you my heart meant nothing to me, being forgotten by you alone was enough to make me despair.

Is it okay to call something this selfish love? When my feelings are so sweet and sticky that they seem like they’ll cling and never let go?

I’m not some foolish protagonist clinging to an amnesiac Male Lead and peddling sob stories, so what is this?

Yet the reason I’m irritated is that I end up settling for Gabriel forgetting me rather than watching him die.

I would reminisce about that brilliant spring and wither away waiting for that unpromised affection to return.

“Excuse me, Prince.”

An attendant pulled back the terrace curtain and found Gabriel.

“Crown Prince is looking for you.”

“Really? I understand. I’ll go now.”

Gabriel bowed to me.

“Then I’ll go in first.”

Gabriel left the terrace before me. If he stayed too long, unnecessary rumors would spread, so he was being cautious.

Finally, Gabriel glanced at me one last time before adding:

“…Since it’s getting cold, you can have an attendant return the coat later if you’d like.”

I was left alone on the terrace. I couldn’t hold onto him. I could only grip tightly onto the clothes draped over me. The rain just had to come and make people even more pitiful.

“Don’t you need to hold onto him?”

“How could I hold onto him?”

I don’t even have a proper justification. I answered without thinking, then turned my head in surprise.

I looked at the person who had just pulled back the curtain and entered the terrace.

“Jeremiah?”

No, it couldn’t be Jeremiah. Didn’t I just see Jeremiah dancing with the Crown Prince, alive and well? Then this is…

“Azazel.”

“It’s been a while, Evangeline.”

Azazel Astaroth appeared wearing a uniform he absolutely should not be wearing. …It was the uniform of the Pararos Knights.

My mind briefly clouded with rage.

When I came to my senses, I had knocked Azazel down and was straddling him. I don’t know where it came from, but I was gripping a sword tightly with both hands, the blade pointed precisely at his heart.

“Because of you, Count Gabriel…”

Heat surged through me.

Gabriel almost died at the hands of his own subordinate. He almost died breaking his promise with me and leaving me behind. All because of this cunning snake bastard.

Should I move my hand slowly and deliberately like this? So that Azazel would writhe in very long agony. So he would die slowly like that.

The deeper my anger grew, the more strength went into my hands. As the sword pierced deep, Azazel groaned in pain and coughed up blood.

“Now, don’t be so hasty.”

Hearing the snake’s hissing sound made me realize.

Ah, this wasn’t the type of creature that would die from having its heart pierced. It was the type that needed to be put in holy water and boiled vigorously to death. My reason, which had flown away in anger, slowly returned to its place.

Azazel, who had ghostly intuition for knowing when he had room to maneuver, belatedly poured out complaints.

“Suddenly knocking me down… isn’t that too much? And you even took my sword so I couldn’t fight back.”

I suppose letting that tongue wag freely is why he’s whining like this?

I was about to seal his mouth but hesitated. My judgment had been clouded by the sudden surge of anger, but what I should focus on wasn’t the clothes Azazel was wearing. At the same time, I replayed what Azazel had said earlier.

‘It’s been a while?’

Since my regression, I’ve never once encountered Azazel Astaroth. So words like “it’s been a while” shouldn’t have come from that forked tongue. The conclusion leads to only one path.

“You recognize who I am.”

Azazel Astaroth remembers me.

“…How could I not recognize you?”

The words spoken in an affectionate tone were murderous. His eyes looking up at me were full of anger. I wanted to gouge out those eyes gleaming with rage. Who does he think he is to say such things?

Azazel’s senseless giggling made my anger flare even more.

“How do you remember me?”

“Why are you asking me that? Shouldn’t the great Evangeline naturally know? Why, didn’t your loyal beasts know anything?”

From Azazel’s reaction, it’s not that he won’t answer honestly, but that he really doesn’t know either.

The fact that he specifically brought up Pudding and Jelly suggests that things under Lea’s influence retain their memories? I can’t be certain since the kids aren’t nearby.

I’d rather they remembered nothing. If they knew I chose to save a cat instead of summoning them, it would tear our Pudding’s heart apart. No wait. That child would just endure it, saying they’d respect my choice. I’m really a bastard. The self-loathing that swept over me again felt strangely familiar.

“Haha! Don’t tell me you couldn’t summon them? No, that can’t be. You couldn’t have not known the method…, so you abandoned them? Raising them like pets and then abandoning them – Evangeline really has terrible hobbies.”

It was shitty enough that the bastard who was practically the source of my foul mood was deliberately provoking me. I should vent my anger. He won’t die, but he’ll feel pain. Just as I was about to gouge his heart, the curtain rustled once more.

“Captain. What on earth are you doing inside…”

Rafaela froze stiff. After seeming to assess the situation for a moment, she quickly clung to me in restraint.

“Wait, wait just a moment, Evangeline! I don’t know what discourtesy the captain committed, but couldn’t you find it in your generous heart to overlook it? Our captain is a bit of a madman, he is, but he’s still a Knight Captain…!”

“Captain?”

Sorry, but hearing that didn’t calm my anger – it made my mood plummet even further into the abyss. Who said what? Azazel is a Knight Captain?

“Why are you a Knight Captain?”

How dare you encroach on someone else’s position?

The damn snake bastard was panting but couldn’t help bursting into laughter.

“Hehe, hahaha! I knew this would happen.”

Golden eyes gleamed ominously. His reptilian, vertically slit pupils dilated wide. Acting like a predator with prey in sight, Azazel licked his lips.

“I did it on purpose because I wanted to see you angry.”

You didn’t need to say that – I could tell you were trying to mess with me. Azazel asked with eyes sparkling mischievously.

“How is it? How does it feel to have your sanctuary violated by something like me?”

Instead of answering, I tried to stab Azazel once more.

“Excuse me, Evangeline! Miss, please stop or the captain will really die!”

I ignored Rafaela’s whining pleas. Your captain is one of a kind in this world. Even without memories, how could you call such a beast-like thing captain?

Good. I’ve decided. Let’s buy holy water. I’ll mix holy water with my blood in a huge aquarium and soak Azazel in it. So his whole body melts while simultaneously absorbing my blood to keep recovering. Then at least I can vent my displaced anger.

I kindly explained to Azazel how I planned to treat him from now on.

“It’s a decent plan, right?”

“If you can do it, then by all means do whatever Evangeline wants. But before you kill me again, can I ask just one more thing?”

“As long as you’re fine with a blade in your throat.”

It was regrettable that I didn’t have holy water right now. If I poured holy water in his mouth, that damn tongue would melt and he’d shut up. Despite my warning, Azazel grinned smugly and babbled.

“How is a world where not a single trace remains of what you love?”

What are you asking? It’s absolutely disgusting.

“Disgusting enough that you’d think it would be better if this kind of world just disappeared?”

“…”

“Listen. Do you want to go back?”

Azazel asked in a subdued tone. Even knowing it was the tongue work of a cunning snake, I had no choice but to ask back.

“Go back where?”

“To the place where your Gabriel exists.”

The snake bastard coiled around me and urged me to pick and eat the fruit. He held the fruit right up to my nose, telling me to hurry and take a bite. It was a ripe fruit that seemed ready to burst soon. A sweet fragrance lingered at the tip of my nose.

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