My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 7

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If that was the case, he had definitely chosen the wrong target. What must be offered as a sacrifice is an innocent person. How foolish, considering how great the sins Kanna carries. Even if he killed Kanna, the man’s wish would never come true.

The man slit Kanna’s throat. A humming tune could be heard. Once again, Kanna put lyrics to the man’s humming. She wished for the man’s most miserable death.

If that was too much, then at least let Kanna’s death be of no help to that man. Let whatever the man summoned grant him no wishes.

And once again, salvation appeared for Kanna.

With a thunderous crash, the door was smashed to pieces. Moonlight crept in through the wide-open door. The door had opened. Even though it wasn’t the window her sister had spoken of, it was certainly hope.

The pure white woman who appeared bathed in moonlight was no different from the angel the man had spoken of.

‘Sister!’

And when her sister emerged from behind the woman, Kanna felt her heart stop. Just seeing her sister brought such relief that all strength left her body.

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The woman was Evangeline Rohanson, the one who had given her sister the holy water.

Kanna realized this fact and turned pale with shock. Had I felt inferior to that person? No, was she even human to begin with? The man called Donau believed without a doubt that he had summoned Evangeline Rohanson. In truth, Kanna too had no choice but to believe it given the scene before her eyes.

“You said your name was Kanna. What should I do with Donau?”

As Evangeline looked at Kanna, other eyes also gazed at her. Dozens of eyes bloomed around them. A mass of clustered spheres blinked their eyes.

The sight of countless eyeballs simultaneously being covered and uncovered by eyelids made them seem like a single organism. Eyelids? No, since they were pulsating, they seemed more like flesh than eyelids.

And it seemed only Kanna and the man could see them.

The man, suspended in mid-air with his throat being strangled by an invisible force behind Evangeline, writhed as if gasping for breath when the eyes blinked right in front of his face. Her sister seemed to only see the man. If she could see the dozens of clustered eyes, she wouldn’t be standing there so calmly.

“Should I imprison him forever?”

The Evangeline summoned by the man was actually asking Kanna for her opinion. She shook her head.

“How about the throat?”

“Good!”

The eyes focused on the man’s throat. When Kanna gave a positive response, Evangeline nodded. The eyes curved brightly as if pleased.

The man’s body began to move with creaking sounds. The man tried to resist somehow against the invisible pressure that sought to control his movements.

He had seemed so cheerful when pointing it at someone else’s throat, but when the tip of the knife he was holding turned toward himself, he looked ready to wet himself.

His arm bent inward while he tried to straighten it in the opposite direction, and unable to overcome the conflicting forces, his bones twisted. As his resistance weakened from the pain, the knife moved freely.

The man pierced his own throat. Though it wasn’t his own will, at least it appeared that way. Many spectators watched this scene, all except Evangeline alone.

‘More, more!’

When Kanna urged him on, the series of actions repeated as if receiving an encore.

“Did you see?”

“Yes. He stabbed his own throat.”

This continued until the man could no longer endure it.

“Sorry. He died.”

Evangeline reproached the man for failing to satisfy Kanna. Kanna decided to be modest.

“It’s fine. This is enough for me.”

More than enough.

She fully understood why Evangeline had made the man stab his own throat. Suicide is a grave sin. No mercy is granted to those who abandon the life given by God.

The man abandoned by Evangeline would also be abandoned by God. There was only one place that would take his soul.

Fire erupted behind them. Hellfire had come to greet the man. The hot heat struck Kanna’s face. It was as warm as her sister’s embrace, as warm as midday sunlight.

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Donau was in brilliant light.

‘Our house isn’t this bright.’

All we have is one candle. That alone couldn’t produce such bright light. Come to think of it, the chandelier at Rohanson Estate was this bright. There were several candles placed on the magnificent branches.

Right. This is chandelier light. It’s Evangeline Rohanson. The demon Donau summoned granted his wish! His wish had come true and he was now standing under the chandelier in the manor. To think he could enjoy such wealth and glory with just one girl’s life – it was quite a good deal.

Donau thought about what he would do next. There were countless things he had wanted to do if he became a noble. However, the first thing that came to mind was one thing.

Let’s go find Rohanson Viscount, who had his title stolen by him. And beat the viscount and give him contemptuous looks just as he had been beaten. Donau hummed as he walked following the chandelier’s light.

The sphere floating in the air blinked its eyes and watched Donau’s retreating figure. If Donau had turned around, he could have seen the eyes watching him, but that never happened.

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I was watching Donau’s house burn futilely when the surroundings became noisy. It seemed the neighbors had evacuated after noticing the smoke. Or not? Seeing everyone just watching it burn, maybe they just came out to watch the fire?

Still, whether someone with a conscience reported it or they found it while patrolling and saw the smoke, knights quickly arrived and began organizing the area.

As expected of a romance fantasy world, instead of armor, they wore splendid white uniforms and white cloaks. Among them, the most magnificent man approached me. When Hena blocked my way, I patted her shoulder saying it was fine.

“Excuse me.”

When the man bowed silently in greeting, his jet-black hair flowed down softly. When he raised his head, blue eyes and handsome features were revealed.

Whoa? Why is he so handsome? Though he had a blunt voice and cold-looking impression, he was insanely handsome enough to create memories that never existed.

Wait… I’m feeling a bit anxious?

A handsome, cold, black-haired knight? If the crown prince is middle-aged and there’s no northern grand duke in this world, then the next candidate for male lead would be the knight commander, right…? No. I don’t know if he’s the knight commander or not, so let’s not jump to conclusions.

“I am Gabriel, commander of the Pararos Knights.”

Crazy, he says he’s the knight commander. He must be the male lead!

“What brings you to this place, my lady? It doesn’t seem like a suitable place for a stroll.”

My lady? We’re not already acquainted, are we? I trembled inwardly and pondered briefly before realizing I had just heard his self-introduction. Phew… It seems we don’t know each other yet. Since I have a maid with me and Evangeline clearly looks like a noble, he probably called me ‘my lady.’

Besides, if he knew Evangeline, he wouldn’t have been so polite. Male leads usually hate villainess characters with disgust. Villainesses are supposed to get their heads cut off daily in regression stories.

The only villainess male leads like is the possessed, repentant route villainess concept female lead. Wait, am I included in that category?

I am possessed, and I am taking the repentant route. Now I just need to say “Why do you like me when there’s the female lead!” and I’m set? I’m finally starting to feel like I’m really in a romance fantasy possession. Thinking of him as the male lead, even that cold expression suddenly seemed to have a story behind it. But no matter how handsome he is, maybe because he’s from text, I don’t feel any romantic emotions. Does this disqualify me from romance fantasy?

The male lead frowned. Oh right, I need to answer. What did he ask? Why am I here?

Since this is the first impression, I should answer as sincerely as possible. This is the turning point between getting my head cut off or not. Let’s escape being a villainess!

“I didn’t come for a stroll, but to find someone.”

“Someone?”

“The owner of that burning house is my servant.”

“Then did you find that servant?”

“Ah. He’s inside there.”

Using formal speech after so long felt awkward enough to give me chills. I pointed at the blazing house, pretending to be nonchalant.

The building is collapsing completely, surely he’s not going to rush in to save him out of justice? Worried, I quickly added:

“He’s already dead, so don’t worry about it.”

At those words, the male lead’s expression grew worse. Did I speak too calmly about someone dying? But Donau deserved to die!

“You’ll need to explain how you know that, my lady.”

Explain? Well, to write a report to his superiors, he’d need to know who died and what caused the fire. But where should I start? Would he understand if I told him Donau committed suicide and before dying summoned a fire spirit that caused this?

What if because of Evangeline’s bad reputation, I get blamed for killing him and burning the place to destroy evidence? That’s way too possible. Has escaping being a villainess gone down the drain?

While I was pondering how to explain, Kanna stepped forward.

“Sir Knight! I’ll explain!”

Seeing the smaller girl step forward as if to protect me, her back looked so reliable I almost shed tears of emotion. Is she repaying the favor for being saved? Indeed, people get back what they give.

The male lead nodded as if telling her to speak.

“The lady’s servant named Donau kidnapped me.”

“Kidnapped? Are you hurt anywhere?”

“I’m fine. The lady came to rescue me. My sister asked for help, so the lady came with her. When she said she’d called the knights, Donau got scared and tried to run away, then set the fire.”

“Then what about him being dead?”

“With flames shooting up like that, there’s no way he could be alive. The lady and my sister were busy escaping with me and had no time to worry about Donau.”

This sounded much more plausible than saying the spirit summoned by the suicidal Donau set the fire.

The male lead easily believed Kanna’s words too. He even worried about her body when she mentioned being kidnapped. He seemed much more comfortable than when dealing with me. Wait, could it be?

Suddenly, all the romance fantasy covers I’d read flashed through my mind. A female protagonist with red wavy hair and a black-haired male lead?

‘Crazy. Kanna was the female lead!’

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