My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 50

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This damn Evangeline obsession disorder shows no signs of improving. He’s usually fine, but the moment Evangeline gets involved, the kid becomes like this. This is why I wanted to leave Michel behind…

“Just move the luggage and go back with the other guys. Your role is done now that you brought Misha.”

“If I was able to help Evangeline, then I’m satisfied with that. Sister, please make the finest dress worthy of Evangeline. You’re the only one in the world who can create clothes that suit her.”

I can’t tell who he’s actually praising.

“Michel…”

Rafaela glanced around nervously.

There were barely two weeks left until Evangeline’s debutante ball, and there weren’t many skilled enough to produce a dress in such a short time. Due to the tight schedule, Artemisia wouldn’t have taken the commission if it weren’t for her brother.

Artemisia probably didn’t expect her brother to end up in this state, so the shock must be even greater. That Michel bastard doesn’t even feel sorry for his sister – he’s given her three shocks total: once for being enchanted by Donau’s painting, once for throwing himself at a burning painting, and now for becoming a fanatic of Evangeline Rohanson.

Artemisia dabbed at her tears with a handkerchief.

“He’s fallen into such a terrible love…”

What? Rafaela wondered if she’d misheard and cleaned out her ears.

“Of all people, he had to fall for Evangeline, who has such terrible rumors surrounding her…”

Rafaela left the two lost in their own world and went to the carriage to quietly move the luggage. She should have just done this from the start. As Rafaela became a worker ant, Uriel quietly approached her.

“Sir Rafaela, I have something I’d like to ask.”

“What is it?”

“His opponent is the Captain, but does Sir Michel have any chance? Romantically speaking?”

Beside them, Seraph’s eyes were gleaming as if he was curious too. Rafaela gave up on answering. She just wanted to hurry back to the Captain’s side. Captain, our Knight Order is doomed.

“Seriously, you guys just move the luggage and leave immediately.”

“Yes? Understood.”

At least the fortunate thing was that they listened exceptionally well to orders.

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Wow… is that all fabric? Watching people carry the luggage, I can only feel amazed. The dressing room was gradually filling up and now could almost be called a clothing room.

For a villainess, Evangeline lacks vanity, so she has remarkably few decent clothes to wear. Moreover, since she hasn’t debuted in society, she has no dresses for balls.

With only two weeks left, it was too late to get a dress tailored now, so I was just going to buy some ready-made clothes, but Gabriel said he had a solution and borrowed an entire atelier.

Not metaphorically, but literally. From the atelier’s designer to the exclusive tailors and seamstresses, even the fabric – everything was being moved to the Rohanson Estate.

I could have visited the atelier myself, but with time being tight, if we needed to constantly alter, cut, and fit clothes, it would be faster to just live together. I even gave them guest rooms for room and board.

“I’m sorry for making things so chaotic.”

Gabriel apologized while watching my reaction. It really hit me anew that Gabriel was the Male Lead. Right… Rohan Male Leads have nothing but money, so buying people with money is their daily routine.

But Evangeline has money too, you know? Who are you showing off your wealth to! Without realizing it, my competitive spirit flared up against Gabriel, but I took a deep breath and calmed down. Saving money is good, after all.

“Evangeline, have you been well?”

Today, the social adjutant who actively assists Gabriel’s romantic activities came along too. Rafaela greeted me as if meeting a friend of five years. It wasn’t just me who was drained – I could see Daisy beside me looking disgusted too.

Huh? But who’s that behind her? Someone was trembling behind Rafaela.

“Ah, and this is the person who will make your dress.”

Before I could ask who it was, Rafaela pushed the person hiding behind her forward.

Aha. The designer Gabriel bought with money… Just looking at them, it felt like they didn’t want to come but the money was too big to refuse, so they were dragged here against their will. I was worried they might run away crying like the tutors.

“The name is Artemi…”

“I, I, I can’t touch human skin!”

As Rafaela was about to finish the introduction, this Artemi-whatever person cut her off and shouted loudly.

But what did they say?

“Excuse me?”

Question marks appeared above everyone’s heads at the loud exclamation. The dressing room instantly became quiet.

“These crazy siblings, I’m really going insane…”

Rafaela clicked her tongue and buried her face in her palms.

I’m really going insane too. What skin? I must have misheard due to lack of sleep today. Or maybe there’s something wrong with the translator.

Just how far has Evangeline’s infamy been upgraded? I’ve never heard of a romance novel villainess making clothes from human skin. Even if this is a bleak world, isn’t there a reasonable limit? Just imagining it makes me nauseous.

“What did you just say?”

“Gasp, I’m sorry. I was wrong! Please don’t kill me.”

I just wanted to confirm if I heard correctly by asking them to repeat it, but this Artemi-whatever person was now bowing and begging for their life.

“…Why would I kill you.”

No, I’m too kind for a villainess and everyone around me has figured out I’m a transmigrator, so why hasn’t there been any change in the infamy circulating? If anything, hasn’t it gotten worse?

“You’re someone Count Gabriel brought.”

Didn’t Gabriel explain? Gabriel, what were you doing without explaining beforehand?

Well, what can I expect from a Male Lead who’s probably taciturn and doesn’t talk much. As long as we don’t cross wires and mess things up, that’s fortunate. This is Rafaela’s fault for not explaining properly in Gabriel’s place.

Rafaela seemed to realize her mistake and hurriedly made excuses.

“Evangeline doesn’t kill just anyone.”

If she doesn’t kill just anyone, does that mean she kills someone? She doesn’t kill anyone at all, though?

This won’t do. If I leave it to Rafaela, another rumor about selectively killing people might spread. I should clarify this myself.

“I don’t know what rumors are circulating about me in society, but don’t listen to malicious gossip. See for yourself and judge. How do I appear to you in person?”

“You’re beautiful…”

As I pushed back my disheveled hair from bowing and appealed my kindness, this Al-whatever person murmured as if enchanted.

As expected! My romance novel experience isn’t going anywhere. My eloquence seems to be shining especially today.

Or maybe Evangeline’s face did all the work. Romance novels usually have at least one atelier designer who exclaims “You are my muse!” – they seemed exactly like that character.

“I’m sorry for misunderstanding! I’m Artemisia Schmittiana. I’m Michel’s sister.”

“I’m Evangeline Rohanson.”

This whatever-person has quite a long name too. I definitely won’t be able to memorize the full name. But who’s Michel?

“You’re the benefactor who saved Michel, but I heard only rumors and got scared, making you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.”

Ah, now I remember since she mentioned saving him. She’s talking about that extremely polite knight with melon-colored hair. The siblings are both chatty and full of charm – they really resemble each other.

“What kind of stories did you hear?”

“Well, that’s…”

“I won’t scold you, so speak freely.”

Since Artemisia was hesitating, I urged her to speak comfortably.

I’m curious whether all my good deeds so far have had no effect at all, so I’d like her to tell me quickly. Artemisia, who had been reading the room, opened her mouth.

“Well… there were rumors that the real Evangeline had died and the Count brought in a substitute for the dead lady. Though seeing you in person, that’s clearly not true! You’re very dignified, and if you were really a substitute as rumored, the maids wouldn’t follow you so sincerely.”

What? Aside from it being the same body, that’s accurate. At this rate, everyone in the world will figure out I’m a transmigrator. Sorry, but our people like me even knowing I’m a transmigrator…

“And there were also stories that anyone who encounters you gets their soul stolen. That even noble knights were enchanted, but that must be because everyone fell for your beauty!”

This is going toward the classic villainess route. The knight must refer to Gabriel, right? They think Gabriel being completely smitten with me is due to some kind of sorcery.

“And also that Evangeline buys young children.”

That’s just getting Daisy’s siblings back. No, you people are the ones who trafficked them, so why are you pinning the crime on me!

“There were various theories about why she would buy children…”

Among the various speculations, she must have found the human skin story most memorable. So that’s why she said that to me? It was shocking enough to be unforgettable once heard.

“But they were all false rumors!”

“Hmm…”

At her bright words, I unconsciously swallowed hard.

What should I do? It’s mostly true though? It’s just been distorted and gone in a strange direction, but it was based on facts.

“I thought they were probably false rumors too… But seeing you in person, you’re a little, just a little scary, so I…”

So the biggest problem was Evangeline’s face – pretty but terrifyingly scary.

“I’ll make sure such malicious rumors never spread again! I’ll give my all to support you so you and Count Gabriel can have the best debutante ball. I’ll make you the finest debutante dress.”

Artemisia looked at me with shining eyes. It was hard to believe she’d been afraid of me just moments ago. Would she get scared again if I told her the rumors were true?

“You can just do it casually.”

“But Evangeline, clothes are an introduction card that represents oneself. No matter how beautiful a person is, if they wear unsuitable clothes, they’ll often be looked down upon.”

Is that so?

“Then what about the clothes I’m wearing now?”

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