My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 88

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Less than a day after Evangeline Rohanson was imprisoned, the bleak prison interior had transformed into a cozy space. Someone had clearly accepted bribes from the Rohansons and turned a blind eye to the furniture being brought in. The prime suspect for this was none other than Antenor.

However, Antenor had absolutely never accepted bribes or helped bring in furniture. Polus flew into a rage and acted as if he would kick Antenor again. It was their superior who prevented the violence that was about to begin once more.

“What are you doing! Aren’t you going to hurry up and change shifts?”

Polus reluctantly moved his feet, and at the urging words, Antenor also gritted his teeth and got up from the dirt floor.

Before Antenor’s wounds from yesterday had even healed, new injuries were densely layered on top of them. His leg seemed to have been kicked wrong, as his joints ached with every step he took on the ground, forcing him to walk with a limp. As he dragged his broken body down to the basement, Argenti, who had been waiting for his replacement, grinned and patted Antenor’s shoulder.

“It must be tough, but good work. Ah. I made a bit of a mess on the floor – could you clean it up, Antenor? If it’s too much to do alone, you can call the Rohanson people.”

The knights giggled as if they had heard some great joke. Antenor ground his teeth as he watched Argenti’s back leisurely climbing the stairs.

“Looks like Argenti made another mess. You clean it up.”

Argenti seemed to have dumped all the food given for Evangeline Rohanson’s portion onto the floor. And cleaning it up was Antenor’s job. Polus acted as if the food waste dirtying the floor perfectly represented Argenti’s integrity.

Antenor had always been somewhat ostracized, but once Argenti began openly showing hostility, the physical violence became much worse. Everyone had aligned themselves with Argenti. Argenti was Marquis Muzeta’s distant nephew, monopolized his superior’s favor, and came from a formidable family background.

And what about Antenor himself? His parents were tenant farmers in the countryside, and his harsh personality earned him treatment as an eyesore rather than affection.

A commoner knight who reeked of poverty. A clueless fool whose only trait was being harsh. A traitor who sold his honor for material gain. The knight order’s lackey who never refused any menial task. These were the words used to describe Antenor.

That’s why he had admired Count Gabriel.

Even though they belonged to different orders, Gabriel was someone who had risen to the position of knight captain single-handedly, despite being an orphan with no family background. Count Gabriel was truly remarkable. Even filthy scum like Argenti admired Count Gabriel. Antenor had projected himself onto Count Gabriel, envisioning a future where enduring in this corrupt knight order would someday be rewarded.

But Count Gabriel had fallen. Could someone who abandoned God and chose carnal desire still dare to be called a holy knight? Could someone who abandoned their beliefs still be called a knight?

Gabriel, who had lost both religion and knighthood, was now nothing more than a worthless fool undeserving of even the title of Count. And the being who had reduced Count Gabriel to a mere idiot was right before his eyes.

Someone had called her a witch who bewitched a holy knight, while others spoke of her as an utterly evil demon who assassinated the Crown Prince.

The sight of her leisurely leaning against the sofa and turning the pages of a book seemed so relaxed that it felt like Antenor himself, picking up and cleaning food waste, was the one imprisoned rather than Evangeline Rohanson.

“Snorrre… Kool…”

Having apparently stayed up all night gambling, Polus began dozing off in his chair, contrary to his earlier boasting about properly monitoring Antenor.

Except for Polus’s snoring, the basement was quite quiet. It would have remained so after a long silence, if only Evangeline Rohanson hadn’t suddenly spoken to him.

“How did you get hurt like that?”

A deceiving voice whispered to Antenor. How did he get hurt? Who does she think caused my injuries! Wasn’t it because Evangeline Rohanson had arbitrarily brought in furniture, and the blame fell on innocent Antenor?

“Because of you.”

As Antenor vented his anger at Evangeline, he thought he had gotten too excited and raised his voice, so he glanced around to check on Polus. Then he met eyes with Polus, who was staring wide-eyed. His nasty face was wrinkled and beaming with a smile full of delight. Come to think of it, when had the snoring stopped?

“What are you two talking about so secretly? Look at this. I knew you were in cahoots after all.”

Polus kicked Antenor’s head to the floor and trampled on it. Then he grabbed his hair and dragged him in front of the bars. Since he couldn’t lay hands on Evangeline directly, he was venting his anger this way.

“Evangeline. This guy is getting beaten because of you, so watch carefully.”

Through Antenor’s blurred vision, he could see Evangeline. Even in this endlessly dark basement that relied on dim candlelight, she appeared uniquely clear and bright. Their eyes met – those red pupils. It was a color that felt eerie just to look at.

When her smile faded, the raw nature beneath the surface revealed itself. A witch who bewitched Count Gabriel? Evangeline’s true nature was not something to be belittled with such words.

Evangeline existed to be worshipped, not to be diminished with words like “bewitched.” When slight displeasure settled on her indifferent face, he felt like strangling himself in apology.

Antenor became more afraid of Evangeline’s eyes than of Polus, who was currently inflicting violence on him.

Such an overwhelming and strange being was crammed into that delicate body, sitting obediently inside the iron bars. Did the others really think such iron bars could impose constraints on Evangeline Rohanson?

That’s why Argenti could mock her by dumping food, and why Polus could let his guard down and fall asleep. Hadn’t Antenor himself foolishly thought the same way and gotten angry just moments ago?

In truth, the iron bars held no binding power over Evangeline Rohanson whatsoever.

“Gak… Wh-what is this…!”

Polus’s body began to slowly rise into the air. He clutched at his throat in agony as if being strangled by invisible hands. Polus tried to free himself from whatever was choking him, but finding nothing to grasp, he could only scratch at his own neck.

Evangeline tilted her head as she watched Polus suffer. Her hair flowed smoothly to the side following her movement.

“Shouldn’t manners start with you first?”

She was getting revenge for Polus’s earlier words about “showing manners” while slamming Antenor’s head to the floor. No, actually, he might be paying the price for being insolent toward Evangeline.

Polus shed tears. It felt like his neck bones would break under the pressure. His windpipe was being squeezed, causing him to cough and gasp for breath. Antenor watched every moment of Polus’s suffering without missing a single detail.

Soon, the sound of something breaking could be heard. Polus’s body went limp and was dropped to the floor. One person’s breathing disappeared. With the violent gasping cut off, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

“Is he dead…?”

He’s dead! The feeling of satisfaction was brief as Antenor’s face turned pale. Since Evangeline was inside the prison, wouldn’t the crime of killing Polus once again be pinned on Antenor? Like Argenti and Polus, the other knights didn’t consider Evangeline behind the bars to be threatening.

However, Evangeline Rohanson said that Polus would get up again. How could a dead person get up again!

But Polus really did get up from where he lay, just as she said. Due to his broken neck bones, he couldn’t support the weight of his head and his neck kept folding, yet he had somehow come back to life.

“He won’t be able to use violence against you ever again.”

That was certainly true. What had come back to life was not the previous Polus. It wasn’t a living person, but merely a puppet that moved according to Evangeline Rohanson’s words.

When Evangeline commanded him to leave, Polus grabbed his bent head with both hands to straighten it and left the basement. When he let go of his hands midway, his head swayed and shook.

“Shall I help you?”

Evangeline asked with her red eyes gleaming. A pale hand slowly extended through the bars. The beautiful, slender hand seemed to beckon Antenor to take it. The merciless grip that had strangled Polus felt like a helping hand of salvation to Antenor.

“I’ll make sure those kinds of people can’t torment you anymore.”

Antenor realized how the witch had seduced Count Gabriel. The monster was dazzlingly beautiful enough to bewitch everyone and spoke only the most pleasant words.

Could she really save Antenor from the violence of the other knights? Despite being imprisoned as a suspect in the Crown Prince’s assassination, Evangeline Rohanson spoke as if she could accomplish anything.

“Really, really… will you make sure those bastards can’t touch me?”

It wasn’t like when Antenor first put on his knight’s uniform and wanted to be respected and hold superiority like Count Gabriel. But what Evangeline Rohanson had just shown was also using overwhelming power to subdue opponents and ultimately gain the upper hand. Antenor grasped Evangeline’s extended hand with his trembling hands.

“Wh… what should I do?”

When Antenor asked, Evangeline told him the guidelines for what he should do going forward.

“I’m anxious because I can’t contact Count Gabriel.”

If Evangeline wanted it, he would become a messenger bird carrying her words.

“I’d like to know some news from outside.”

“Yes. I’ll tell you anything I know.”

Pleased with Antenor’s answer, Evangeline smiled brightly. That smile was so beautiful, yet knowing it contained the power to destroy a person with a single glance made the sense of disparity even greater.

“What’s your name?”

“Antenor. Antenor Nine.”

“Good, Count Ante. It’s time for the shift change, isn’t it? Let’s meet again next time.”

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