My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 70

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“Ah. If the axe is the problem, I’ll put it down right now.”

Diess threw the axe to the floor. The blade spun and slid right to Kinder’s feet. It was almost a serious injury, but Kinder didn’t react. When Diess couldn’t get a reaction from Kinder, he changed targets.

“Hey, you! Your sister-in-law is here, so what are you doing not coming out? If you don’t come out quickly, you’re fired. If firing isn’t enough, I’ll call the guards. I’ll hand you over to the guards for kidnapping and confining the Viscount’s heir, so you better understand that.”

Weder looked at Kinder with wavering eyes. If she had laid hands on a noble’s heir, it wouldn’t end with just a fine. Since Rider was even dead, she could be branded a murderer.

The gathered onlookers began whispering that the young master might really be dead. Kinder bit her lower lip. What should I do? I feel cornered on a cliff. One more step and I’ll fall to the bottom. Or maybe I’ve already fallen.

No. Kinder looked for Evangeline. If it’s the young lady, if it’s Evangeline Rohanson, she’ll create a breakthrough.

Where is the young lady? Did Kinder rush here alone recklessly and fail to find the proper path?

Kinder looked around and gasped as her eyes met something pure white in the corner of her vision.

Evangeline Rohanson was right beside her. Her presence was so clear and distinct that it was puzzling why she had only noticed now. It was strange that she hadn’t perceived the young lady until now. However, not only Kinder, but Diess and the butler were also unaware of the young lady’s presence.

“Pl-please help me… young lady.”

Evangeline, who had been observing the situation like a detached third party, only leisurely began to move after Kinder asked for help. With each step Evangeline Rohanson took, the atmosphere completely changed.

At the first step, people were startled by the suddenly appearing presence; at the second step, they lost their words at Evangeline Rohanson’s aura; and at the third footstep, they held their breath in terror from the pressure Evangeline Rohanson exerted.

“Wh-who…”

Only Diess managed to speak. Even then, it was just barely one stuttered word.

Evangeline Rohanson paid no attention to someone like Diess and looked only at Kinder. Kinder forgot that the current situation was very dire and was momentarily swept up in a strange euphoria. It felt like she had become the only being chosen by God.

Evangeline Rohanson stood right behind her and gently embraced Kinder. White gloves brushed her shoulders and hair tickled her neck. Cold breath was exhaled near her ear, and serpentine temptation was heard right beside her. It was a whisper only Kinder could hear. If Kinder had been ignorant about Evangeline, she might have mistaken the voice in her ear for God’s words.

“Toten Madam, do you want to revive your child?”

“Yes… Yes.”

“Even if what’s revived isn’t your son? Even if it’s someone else borrowing your son’s shell?”

Kinder wanted to turn around and demand what Evangeline meant by that, but her entire body was held fast, unable to move as if coiled by a snake.

Hearing those words, Kinder recalled their first conversation. Yes, the young lady had definitely said she was a substitute. It wasn’t just words because she didn’t want to grant Kinder’s request? Then Rider, my son… is he really dead forever? So pitifully, miserably, and wretchedly?

“The choice is entirely yours, Madam. Either officially acknowledge your child’s death and accept the farewell, or at least pretend he’s alive on the surface.”

What Kinder wanted was for Rider to come back to life. However, as Evangeline had declared in advance, no perfect solution existed.

Kinder quickly accepted reality. The reason she didn’t even resist was probably because she was too exhausted. Rider’s last words circled in her mind.

“This might be my last moment, so please let me leave some final words.”

“Even without me, please protect the Viscount’s household, Mother.”

Accept farewell with her son, or accept a ‘thing’ that would pretend to be her son on the surface. If Kinder had to choose between the two, it would be the latter. Kinder loved Rider terribly. Enough to use her son’s corpse to fulfill Rider’s dying wish. Kinder had that kind of selfish love.

“You love me, don’t you, Mother?”

Even selfish love was part of genuine love.

“Yes. That’s still okay.”

In the end, Kinder gave her permission.

“Melek.”

“Yes, young lady.”

Evangeline called the blindfolded coachman. It was unclear why the coachman had entered the manor with them.

The two whispered something, and before Kinder could wonder about it, the coachman’s form became blurred. The coachman became black smoke, floating through the air before touching Rider. The black smoke seeped into Rider, but since everyone was captivated by Evangeline Rohanson, only Kinder would have seen that scene.

“The young master moved!”

Some maid in the crowd screamed. Kinder recognized that the voice sounded like Evangeline Rohanson’s maid.

People turned their eyes from Evangeline to look at Rider. As she said, the child who had shown no movement frowned. Like a child fussing in sleep, he moved his cheeks before Rider’s eyes snapped open.

“Gasp!”

Someone who made eye contact with Rider covered their mouth. The same was true for Kinder. She was the one who had asked Evangeline Rohanson and made the choice. However, seeing the strange thing that had settled inside her son’s body made her nauseous.

Rider’s hand twitched.

“Wh-what is this.”

Of course, the most terrified was Weder, who had been holding Rider all along. For Weder, she could feel the dead corpse starting to move again in her arms.

“Ah, that is a bit scary.”

Hena, who had a similar experience, deeply empathized while recalling Evangeline’s funeral.

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This is truly shocking. I came along because Toten Madam asked for help, but I didn’t know the situation would be this serious. It wasn’t just a succession dispute – Diess, the dead Viscount’s brother, was holding an axe trying to kill the child.

One maid was hiding in the room, holding and protecting the child, while the butler, nanny, and other people in the manor – not one of them was stopping the Viscount’s brother. Since there was no one in the manor to rely on, Toten Madam asked for help from me, a third party and outsider.

“Now that I’m back, isn’t that enough? You must be tired from coming to the Viscount’s household, so go inside and rest.”

“Yes. I’ll do that. But you know… sister-in-law, isn’t it strange? With all this commotion, my nephew doesn’t even blink and sleeps so deeply. Doesn’t he sleep like he’s dead?”

“Didn’t I tell you? He was sick for five days and finally fell into deep sleep. He must have been that tired, so there’s no way he’d hear the surrounding noise.”

The Viscount’s brother threatened to hand over the child, and Toten Madam tried her best to calm Diess down. However, he wasn’t someone who could be reasoned with. Diess shouldered his axe threateningly and demanded to check on the child.

“What are they doing with a dead child, really.”

Jelly clicked her tongue pitifully. What? Who’s already dead? Rider?

“Jelly, what do you mean by that?”

Hena asked tremblingly. That’s what I want to ask. What are you suddenly talking about?

“Can’t you tell? There’s no breathing sound. Ah… you can’t hear it? Then look carefully. The skin is pale and there’s no strength in the hands, but the jaw and neck are rigid.”

I also hurriedly looked inside the broken door. Rider was wrapped tightly in blankets, so I couldn’t properly confirm if what Jelly said was right. All I could check with the naked eye was his complexion. The child’s unusually pale complexion wasn’t because he was sick? Hena turned pale and looked at Toten Madam with worry.

“Toten Madam is…”

Hena’s murmuring was drowned out by a loud voice.

“Please open the door. Why won’t you check? Aren’t you worried about your son, sister-in-law? Let’s go in and see together.”

Diess deliberately provoked Toten Madam’s temper. Even as he scratched and created trouble, Toten Madam didn’t say a single word about checking directly whether Rider was safe.

“Toten Madam already knows the child is dead.”

Hena sighed. I thought so too. Toten Madam knows Rider is dead, so she won’t accept Diess’s demands. As I heard before coming here, if Rider dies, the succession rights to the Viscount title would go to Diess, not Toten Madam.

Toten Madam is struggling to avoid that.

“That’s why she came to find Master in the first place. To revive a dead child. In all the world, Master is probably the only case of someone who died and came back to life.”

So that’s why she came to find me? That’s why Toten Madam asked if I remembered what she had said. When we first met, I was briefly fooled by Butler Grandfather and said something similar when making excuses that there was no way to fix it, let alone comfort her.

“Hey, you! Your sister-in-law is here, so what are you doing not coming out? If you don’t come out quickly, you’re fired. If firing isn’t enough, I’ll call the guards. I’ll hand you over to the guards for kidnapping and confining the Viscount’s heir, so you better understand that.”

Meanwhile, Diess changed his target of threats. He bullied the maid, who had relatively lower status and seemed easier to coerce.

“Pl-please help me…, young lady.”

Toten Madam looked around anxiously. Then, as if she spotted me, she reached out her hand. She looked exactly like someone standing on the edge of a cliff. If it were other people, I would have pulled them inward to save them, but not me. I had no choice but to push Toten Madam’s back.

“Toten Madam, do you want to revive your child?”

“Yes… Yes.”

“Even if what’s revived isn’t your son? Even if it’s someone else borrowing your son’s shell?”

Just like me. Toten Madam pondered my question, then gritted her teeth and answered.

“Yes. That’s still okay.”

The dead child can’t be revived, but the Viscount’s household can be protected. At the crossroads of losing everything or protecting at least one thing, Toten Madam chose the latter. Since Toten Madam has also put aside her grief and steeled her resolve, I have no choice but to help her even with a second-best solution.

“Jelly, hurry and call Melek.”

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