My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 66

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Still, it’s nice that Yulma came out so I don’t have to see other people breaking dishes then crying and begging, banging their heads on the floor.

“Was it not to your taste?”

Yulma asked, glancing at the steak I had mangled. Oh right, I was being picky in front of the cook right now.

“I don’t like it when blood is flowing.”

“Pardon?”

“Why? Did you think I would like it?”

Why, what. Is there some rule that all villainess have to eat meat dripping with blood?

“No. I’ll make sure to tell the head chef about Evangeline’s taste.”

Yes, yes. Please pass it along. Every time meat came up, it was always rare, so Kanna or Jelly had to finish it all for me. Come to think of it, I should have asked them to change the cooking method long ago. Instead of being demanding, I just ate whatever was given like a subordinate who couldn’t break old habits.

“How about coming down here often to have meals?”

Are you serious? Don’t you know what a huge commotion breaks out every time Evangeline appears in the kitchen? You’re saying that because you didn’t see the spectacle last time when someone knelt and begged for their life, not caring about glass shards embedded in them. For reference, that maid was treated well with holy water and had her assigned area changed.

But you want me to see that sight every day?

“It would make you all uncomfortable.”

“That way those people would adapt too. How can a cook not know Evangeline’s taste?”

“I’ll consider it.”

Yulma grumbled, already overflowing with professional spirit. But I can’t really blame the cook, since not knowing my taste might be because I’m a possessor. The real Evangeline was a true villainess, so she might have liked rare meat. Since I usually eat with other people, my plate always came back empty, so they probably thought I enjoyed it.

After giving Yulma a half-hearted response and sending her away, the Count, who had been watching silently, finally opened his heavy mouth.

“You’ve become presentable as Plox said.”

What’s that supposed to mean?

“You’ve become more human.”

Ah. So he’s saying Evangeline has shed her beastly nature. Evangeline, just how rebellious were you before I possessed you? I think I’m being pretty insolent right now, but the Count is saying I’ve become human.

I almost spilled wine, caught it, and had a little chat with a maid, and he gives me such an assessment? I can’t even imagine how bad your temper originally was. This is why everyone keeps figuring out that I’ve been possessed.

“If you’re going to the banquet today, please behave yourself. Just like now would be sufficient.”

The Count finally got to the point. So this was about today’s Crown Prince’s birthday banquet – a warning. This damn Count. After seeing his daughter for the first time in ages, the first thing he says is to behave herself?

“Shouldn’t you ask about my well-being first when seeing your daughter after so long?”

With a father like this, no wonder Evangeline went astray and evolved into the century’s greatest villainess. Even gentle me wants to cause trouble after hearing that. Looking at the Count, I can tell he can’t be saved even with a family regret storyline. To film a family regret story, I’d have to go to the maternal family now.

“Right… How long has it been?”

“Probably the first time since my funeral.”

So exactly two months, right? You neglected your child for two months? Well, considering Evangeline’s age, she’s not really a child. Let me correct that to daughter. Huh? You neglected your daughter? And you still call yourself her father?

“Right. It’s been a long time.”

The Count seemed to sense I wouldn’t back down easily, so he avoided my eyes and acted like he was making a concession. Really annoying.

“Is that what you called me for? Making us have dinner together for such a pointless reason?”

Kanna and Misha were so sad when they heard I had to eat with the Count. Of course, Kanna was upset she couldn’t eat with me, while Misha protested about having a meal when there’s a banquet, calling for fasting.

“No. There’s something more important.”

The Count built suspense like he was advertising something. Ah, just say it quickly.

“Duke Hosaquin will be attending the banquet.”

Duke Hosaquin, huh. The relationship between father-in-law and son-in-law is amazingly awkward. Well, since he’s the cause of the estrangement with his daughter, there’s no way they could have a good relationship.

“Try to strengthen your relationship with the Duke.”

What? You caused the estrangement yourself, so why should I clean up the mess? You should handle the aftermath yourself. Geez. Could this be the flow entering a family regret storyline? But Evangeline is already grown up?

“Now? Why?”

It’s too late to start a parenting story now, isn’t it? There’s no answer unless you regress.

“His health isn’t good. According to rumors, his days are numbered.”

Oh my. Why are this man’s ears so thin? If you believe rumors, I’m also a demon who makes dresses from human skin. When you actually see the Duke, he’ll probably be incredibly healthy instead of frail.

“When people get old, they become sentimental. Enough to miss their dead daughter. Since your face is exactly like Amaranth’s, the Duke will be quite shaken when he sees you in person.”

Amaranth? Where have I heard that before?

“Amaranth is Evangeline’s, that is, your mother.”

The Count belatedly remembered I had amnesia and provided an explanation.

Ah. So that’s her name. It had a familiar ring to it, like I’d heard it somewhere before.

Come to think of it. Recalling the portraits I saw before, her face was similar to Evangeline’s. Of course, Evangeline’s mother had a warmer impression. If I had to compare, her atmosphere was similar to Kanna’s gentle, heroine-like impression.

“You may not inherit the title, but you have the right to inherit the estate.”

The Count finally revealed his true intentions. So he was telling me to go fawn over the Duke and earn some money since the inheritance would be distributed soon.

Wow, trash. Truly befitting a villainess’s father.

While I was jeering internally, a thought suddenly struck me. Is this an event too? Probably Evangeline received similar orders in the original story.

So Evangeline approaches the Duke. The grandfather, knowing Evangeline is rotten, adopts someone else to inherit his estate instead of acknowledging his granddaughter. That’s Kanna! She may not look like Amaranth, but their atmosphere is similar.

Our Kanna isn’t lacking in anything, but her background is rather weak for a romance fantasy heroine, and the Duke fills that gap perfectly by taking her as his adopted daughter! And he can get revenge on the villainess at the same time. Isn’t that a completely satisfying episode?

I suddenly became a bit interested. As I pondered, the Count added weight to the scales.

“If my proposal doesn’t appeal to you, you can think of it as making a deal with me. Is there something you want from me?”

“A deal…”

Hmm. What should I ask for? I don’t particularly want anything material. There’s also the money Evangeline’s mother left behind. If I had to say, what I want is a comfortable future without execution, but I don’t think the Count can make that happen. From what I can see, the Count will probably try to escape alone on the day the villainess is executed, only to be caught later and face summary judgment.

I don’t need anything, but I can’t help him approach the Duke empty-handed. Of course, I have no intention of inheriting the estate or giving that inheritance to the Count.

“I hope it’s within my means to grant.”

The Count added conditions, as if he thought I’d ask for something enormous. I do have common sense, you know? But I understand why the Count felt the need to add that. Evangeline might have lacked some common sense.

Something I need… Something I need… Ah. Looking at the Count, I thought of exactly one thing to ask for.

The diary. I’ve been tearing out pages from Evangeline’s mother’s diary that badmouthed the Count to include with letters, so it’s gotten quite thin. Since they were people who wrote diaries, they probably didn’t write just one, but no matter how much I search the manor, I can’t find any others. Maybe they’re at the estate?

Besides, other diaries might contain things like spirit summoning circles.

“Your presence makes the painting’s influence turbid.”

I suddenly remembered what Gabriel had said to me firmly. Of course, I’m someone whose affinity was officially recognized as rock bottom by the Male Lead himself, but there might be summoning circles that can summon beings other than spirits!

“I’d like to visit the Rohanson Estate once.”

“The estate?”

The Count slightly furrowed his brow and asked about timing. After today’s debutante ends, I’ll have to participate in social events in earnest, so at least a month or two later?

“A month, or maybe two months later if you need time to prepare.”

“Alright. I’ll send word in advance.”

When I conveyed this, the Count nodded, then soon fell into thought and muttered to himself.

“Was there a room for Evangeline at the estate?”

Huh. What’s that supposed to mean? Why wouldn’t there be a room for Evangeline? Evangeline doesn’t have some secret about her birth, does she? Well, she does look too much like her mother for that. Then was she abused?

“Why isn’t there a room for me?”

If he really abused her, I won’t let the Count off easy.

“You probably don’t remember, but Amaranth disliked going down to the estate, so she and Evangeline always stayed in the capital. Only I went to the estate.”

Again, the Count explained considering my amnesia. Ah. She just disliked rural life. That’s understandable, yes yes.

“I’ll have them prepare a room. A month or two should be sufficient.”

I’d prefer it decorated in cozy wood tones… But if I made such a request, it would be the subordinates, not the Count, who’d suffer, so I didn’t bother mentioning it.

“Is that all you require of me?”

“As if. If I need anything else, I’ll write to you.”

You think I’d be satisfied with just that one thing? I’m a woman who doesn’t know satisfaction.

“Do that. But don’t send those nasty curses.”

Hmph. I’m going to do it anyway. It’s my choice.

“Why not? They’re passionate love confessions Mother left behind. I only sent the parts where Mother called for Father. Since Mother can’t come visit in person, I can only send letters. Or would you prefer she actually came to visit?”

As I sipped the tea served for dessert and spoke, the Count shivered as if he had chills. Are you scared a ghost might appear? Hmph. Serves you right.

“You’re quite caring for someone who didn’t even know Amaranth’s name.”

“Of course I didn’t know. I have amnesia, after all.”

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