My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 256

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“Go back…?”

To where my Gabriel is?

It was obvious who Azazel was referring to when he said Gabriel. Not the prince, but my knight. Gabriel who needed and revered only me.

But those words were exactly the same as telling me to retract the wish I made to Lea. It was no different from telling me to kill Gabriel again.

What kind of nonsense was this damn snake spouting now?

If he knew what I had lost to bring Gabriel back to life, he shouldn’t have wagged his tongue so carelessly. Especially when he was practically the one who caused it all.

“If you’re going to spout such garbage, I’ll cut off that useless tongue of yours first.”

…What was even more irritating was that I was momentarily tempted by Azazel’s words. Simply because I missed the world that had been filled with the things I loved, because I wanted to see someone who loved me.

When I showed a negative reaction, Azazel widened his eyes as if he couldn’t understand, then tilted his head and asked.

“You won’t go? Why on earth not?”

Azazel treated me as if he was facing something incomprehensible.

“I don’t understand. Don’t you find this world terrible too, my lady?”

What could be more terrible than you? No matter how much I threatened him, he wouldn’t listen, so it seemed Azazel planned to keep babbling until I made him drink holy water.

No, wait, what did Azazel just say? Didn’t he ask if I ‘also’ found it terrible? That sounded like he found this world unpleasant too. I wanted to ask him instead.

“Why do you want to go back? You’ve regained your body and you’re breathing again, so you should have nothing to regret.”

Moreover, seeing how he had seized the position of Pararos Knight Captain and was tormenting me, he seemed to be enjoying his new opportunity quite well. Was there a reason for Azazel to want to go back? Or was he just trying to toy with me again this time? I glared at Azazel with suspicious eyes.

Azazel said nothing, as if his mouth was sealed shut.

“Azazel Astaroth. Answer me.”

When I urged him for an answer, Azazel hesitated, moving his lips.

His golden eyes, tinged with reptilian characteristics, trembled pathetically. He had acted completely fine even when I stabbed his heart in anger, yet he was this shaken by a simple question about why he wanted to go back.

“…Saraka.”

After much hesitation, what came out was someone’s name. Even though it was a name he barely managed to utter, it wasn’t sorrowful but sticky. I could feel how much filth was clinging to that short fragment. Azazel tried to swallow back even the breath that had carried that name, as if he wanted to keep it locked inside himself and never let it go. He took a deep breath and finally gave up, exhaling.

“…Saraka isn’t in this world.”

Azazel glared at me fiercely for having dug up and dragged out his shame. His eyes mixed with anger and resentment, as if asking whether he really had to tell this story with his own mouth.

I felt cognitive dissonance and my head went blank for a moment. Was the Saraka Azazel was talking about the same Saraka I knew? The Saraka who had been pretending to be Bishop Marik? So this damn snake wanted to go back because of Saraka? Fine. Let’s stop thinking about it. Whether that bastard likes Saraka or not, what does it matter to me? It’s not something I need to know.

But what did he mean Saraka wasn’t there?

“Who isn’t there?”

“Didn’t you know? From the moment I was summoned, Saraka wasn’t there. I was sure you had made a wish and done something about it.”

Azazel seemed puzzled that I didn’t know about Saraka’s absence.

Now I finally understood Azazel’s attitude of scratching at my nerves like having a fit as soon as he saw me. He thought I had done something to Saraka and appeared in Gabriel’s place to retaliate in kind.

Ha, how ridiculous. He doesn’t even think about how he stabbed Gabriel. Well, what conscience would a demon have? Except for our kids, of course.

But Azazel’s suspicion of me wasn’t entirely groundless. After all, Gabriel was the prince here.

I guessed this place was a world reconstructed with the single obsession of not wanting to see Gabriel get hurt anymore. Saraka’s disappearance, who had greatly influenced Gabriel’s injuries, might have been part of that.

On the other hand, Azazel was perfectly alive and even remembered past events by himself. I had no idea why. Was it simply because he was a follower of Lea that his memories remained?

I looked down at Azazel, who was a mess from his own spilled blood.

“So. Is that why you want to go back? Even though you know Saraka will be executed anyway?”

“So what? Even if that kid gets trampled to death by you, my lady, I prefer a world where traces of her remain.”

Azazel spoke with a bright smile despite being covered in blood. His eyes were murderous yet he smiled so well. And I didn’t trample her, by the way. Don’t fabricate things.

Anyway, hearing about Saraka, I finally understood why Azazel had suggested I go back with him.

The current Azazel was quite similar to me. He said traces, but that was essentially the same as memories. Just as I had fallen into despair seeing Gabriel who didn’t know me, Azazel wanted to reclaim the memories he had built with Saraka.

So he suggested it to me, and when I refused, he acted as if it was unexpected. Naturally, he would have assumed I would choose to go back like him.

But was Azazel really completely unrelated?

“If we go back, you’ll die.”

Azazel had his body stolen. He had spent even the remaining fragments of his soul to stab Gabriel. If we went back, he would surely die this time.

Azazel shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t care. This kind of world is useless to me anyway.”

Azazel added that whether he lived boringly in a world without Saraka or went back to die in a world where traces of Saraka’s life remained, it was all the same to him. Those words were completely different from how he had desperately survived to stab me with a dagger. To think death was better than Saraka’s absence – quite romantic for a beast.

Ah. Somehow I felt deflated. It was closer to feeling hollow than my anger subsiding. Just moments ago, I felt like even frying Azazel in holy water wouldn’t relieve my anger, but how strange.

I threw the sword back to Azazel.

“Huh? My lady, you’re not killing me?”

“I don’t have a hobby of killing someone who wants to die.”

‘Besides, there’s something bothering me about what Azazel said.’

Azazel sheathed his sword and tidied his appearance. With a flick of his hand, the blood on his uniform completely evaporated. Then Azazel opened his mouth again.

“Hey, then…”

Azazel raised the corner of his mouth crookedly. His eyes narrowed and curved wickedly.

“If I kill the prince, do you think you’d want to go back then?”

It was a very calm question. If the previous Azazel had tried to harm Gabriel emotionally, unable to overcome his desire for revenge, this time was the opposite. Azazel was just asking out of curiosity. Wondering if I would cooperate with him if he really killed Gabriel. Suddenly it felt very real. Azazel Astaroth was absolutely the kind of being I could never associate with.

I was struck by his eyes that were still curved with lingering laughter.

‘This damn bastard!’

The snake had to touch my nerves to be satisfied. I grabbed him by the collar. Just as Azazel’s face was pulled toward me.

Swoosh!

I heard the refreshing sound of the terrace curtains being drawn.

‘What?’

Without letting go of Azazel’s collar, I turned my head. The culprit was Rafaela. Having pulled the terrace curtains wide open, Rafaela shouted loudly.

“My lady, please stop now!”

When did Rafaela go out to the terrace? At some point Rafaela had stopped restraining me, and it seemed she had called for a relief pitcher since she couldn’t mediate the situation alone.

But of all people to ask for help…

“Gabriel…”

Why did it have to be Gabriel?

Gabriel, who was standing next to Rafaela, looked back and forth between me and Azazel.

“…Lady Rohanson wasn’t coming out, so… but Sir Rafaela came looking… I’m sorry. I was rude.”

Gabriel made some confused excuse about whatever he had misunderstood, then hurriedly closed the curtains again while avoiding my eyes and disappeared. Anyone could see he was giving us space to spend intimate time together.

I briefly thought about how our positions might look from a third party’s perspective. Grabbing his collar and bringing our faces close… Damn it. I almost let out a curse without realizing it.

“I’m feeling pretty bad right now, and since I can’t kill you, my lady, shouldn’t I at least kill the prince?”

Azazel sneered, unable to hide his disgust.

“Shut up, Azazel.”

Who’s talking? If you hadn’t spouted such nonsense in the first place, I wouldn’t have had reason to grab your collar in anger.

All that remained on the terrace after Gabriel disappeared were me, Azazel, and Rafaela. Rafaela looked bewildered at seeing Azazel standing perfectly fine, with a face that said ‘this isn’t right.’ Then she coughed and came out rather shamelessly.

“I told you so. I said to stop…”

I never thought I’d understand the saying that a restraining sister-in-law is more hateful than a beating mother-in-law.

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