My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 9

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Did Kanna see the cat’s eyes too? Hena turned around, worried her sister might be frightened, but Kanna was actually looking at empty air instead of the cat.

“Kanna?”

“It’s nothing, sister. Huh? That cat is…”

Kanna seemed to notice the cat only now. After tilting her head for a moment, she checked the cat’s collar and ran to Evangeline with a bright face.

“Is this your cat, miss? So you were here.”

And when Kanna stroked its chin, the monster purred as if it really were a cat.

Hena wanted to immediately pull Kanna’s hand away and hide her behind herself, but their atmosphere looked so harmoniously peaceful that she couldn’t approach.

The reason the cat was acting coy was because Kanna didn’t know the cat’s true identity. The assumption that the cat might suddenly change the moment Hena moved held her feet in place.

Without noticing Hena’s worry, Kanna followed Evangeline inside through the door.

“Sister? What are you doing, not coming in?”

Kanna urged Hena, who was standing still. Her beloved sister felt somewhat unfamiliar, but eventually Hena also went inside.

Evangeline said she was tired and didn’t need help with her bedtime preparations, going upstairs first. Hena thought Kanna might follow Evangeline, so she held her hand as they climbed the stairs. Recalling the 4th floor’s location, she opened the door to the room directly below Evangeline’s.

As expected, her memory wasn’t wrong – this room was definitely the one the Viscountess had used. Since Hena was hired only after the Viscountess passed away, this was her first time entering inside.

The Viscount had strictly ordered not to wander near the Viscountess’s chamber, yet someone must have disobeyed and secretly cleaned it, as it was in quite good condition. It even felt lived-in.

While Hena was looking around the room, Kanna, who had finished changing clothes, jumped onto the bed. At home, she always insisted on sitting because she didn’t want to lie down, but she must be tired today.

She had just recovered enough to walk around, and now she was hurt again… Once she put on her nightgown, the wounds on her neck and the marks from being tied up became even more visible.

“Sister. I can hear the miss moving around upstairs.”

Kanna, who seemed to be resting with her eyes closed, suddenly spoke.

Sound? Hena concentrated and listened carefully, but couldn’t hear anything. The Rohanson Estate was particularly quiet at night, and Evangeline’s room had thick carpets on the floor, plus Evangeline’s footsteps were quiet – how could she hear that?

When Hena looked up at the ceiling, the chandelier was swaying as if there was wind blowing from somewhere. It seemed like she had mistaken that sound.

“Isn’t it the sound of the chandelier swaying?”

“Really? I guess so. Anyway, we made a good choice with this room. I like it.”

Kanna didn’t respond to Hena’s words, just nodded and changed the subject.

“The bed is big enough for us to lie down together too.”

Evangeline had tried to give Hena a separate room, but Hena desperately declined because she was afraid to leave her sister alone. The Viscountess’s chamber was larger than their house, so it wasn’t bad for two people to stay in, and as Kanna said, the bed was big enough for both of them.

Hena finished preparing for bed and lay down next to Kanna. It had been a long time since they lay together like this. They faced each other in the darkness, playing with each other’s hands. Perhaps because today had been such a long day, drowsiness quickly overcame them. Just as she was about to fall asleep, Kanna quietly spoke.

“You know, sister. Thank you for coming to rescue me today. I was really scared.”

Hena squeezed her sister’s hand tightly. She felt guilty for thinking her sister seemed unfamiliar, even briefly, when she was still frightened but pretending to be okay. No matter how Kanna acted, she was just Hena’s beloved sister.

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My goal from now on has changed to becoming friends with Kanna. If I try to approach the Male Lead knight commander, I’ll just look like an obsessive villainess. I don’t want to romance a character from a book anyway, and the real shortcut to escaping being a villainess is to get on the female lead’s good side!

I’m betting my life fully on Kanna!

Seeing how she gets kidnapped from her first meeting with the Male Lead, this place seems quite brutal for a romance fantasy, so Kanna will definitely suffer a lot going forward. I asked if she’d like to stay permanently at the manor so I could be nearby to save her whenever incidents happen while also getting closer to her, and thanks to building up my favorability well, Kanna readily agreed. Plus Hena too as a bonus!

When I went to tell them the two could use the 3rd floor from now on, they said the Viscount was away on business. There were definitely lights on until last night – didn’t he just pull an all-nighter and oversleep?

When I glared silently, the butler apologized and bowed his head. Oh dear. What’s the point of taking my anger out on the butler? It’s all the Viscount’s fault.

“If you have a message to convey, I will deliver it.”

Hena said she would speak to the butler directly, but I can’t steal her thunder. If I speak first and lose all the favorability I’ve worked hard to build up, I’m the only one who loses.

When the butler asked me to write a letter instead, I had no choice but to send the Viscount a letter saying I would use an empty room on the 3rd floor. Thank goodness for the language patch!

Worried he might coldly refuse if I only sent that, I tore out a page from the Viscountess’s diary and attached it. The page was full of the Viscountess cursing her husband who had tricked her into marriage. Bad guy! If his conscience pricks him, he’ll say it’s fine. I handed the letter to the butler.

“Don’t you dare open it, just deliver it. I’ll be watching.”

I used the “teacher has eyes in the back of her head” method. If the butler saw the curse diary written by the Viscountess, he might remove it. Absolutely not allowed.

I thought it would take a day, but it took three whole days for the letter to arrive. The Viscount scribbled a reply saying to do whatever I wanted, and added that from now on when he’s away, I should talk to the butler and absolutely not write him letters. Then why don’t you meet with me so I can report directly?

The next day, lights came on in the Viscount’s room again. The Viscount must have returned. I didn’t go to greet him since I’d just be turned away at the door anyway.

When I delivered the news to Hena and Kanna, who had been uncomfortable for four whole days, Kanna was very pleased. Hena still seemed a bit uncomfortable, but Kanna, being the female lead, probably has exceptional adaptability.

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“Jim. Please, at least eat something. What are you doing locked up in your room for three days?”

I could hear someone knocking on the door and earnestly calling for me, but I didn’t pay much attention. Who was knocking on the door now? My wife, or my mother? Was I married? Actually, it didn’t matter who it was.

Right now, fulfilling my given mission was more important than anything else. I dipped my brush in paint and drew a line. I captured flames on a canvas that seemed to have ash flying about. I depicted a holy angel burned black with only the body remaining.

I was a painter who made a living from art. When I first debuted, I was hyped up as a genius newcomer, but I quickly lost fame and fell because my work didn’t suit the nobles’ tastes. Now I had become a parasite living off my wife. I had to complete a masterpiece as soon as possible.

Hoping to gain some inspiration, I was wandering around when I discovered a strange fire. The sun-like flames had burned out, only a few knights remained while all the other knights had withdrawn. Just when people were losing interest, someone who looked inside screamed that they ‘saw an angel.’

It was too much for the remaining knights to control the crowd. Thanks to that, it wasn’t difficult to check inside. And the moment I discovered an angel in the completely burned building, just as someone had said, I could only think about painting that scene.

I went straight home and picked up my brush.

I didn’t even sketch. I only thought about completing the painting quickly before the memory faded. I had no appetite. It would be fine even if I starved to death like this.

I don’t know how many days passed. Had a week gone by? Maybe a month? Or perhaps only two hours had passed.

I tried to finish the painting, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was lacking. Did this mean I couldn’t recreate that scene with my painting? How miserable. Anxious, I picked at a hangnail until it bled. When I put my finger in my mouth, I tasted the metallic scent of blood. And a strange impulse drove me on.

My hands, my hands needed to paint. I took a painting knife and stabbed my thigh. With sharp pain, drops of blood stained my pants. I dipped my brush in the blood seeping from my thigh and painted again. The angel’s halo was finally perfect.

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I’m done!

I was proudly looking at the densely filled paper when Kanna suddenly popped up behind me.

“Miss. What did you write? I can’t read it.”

“It’s nothing.”

Eek! Wh-what a surprise. I thought my heart was going to drop. I was so focused I didn’t even notice Kanna looking at the paper from behind me. Thank goodness I wrote it in Korean, or I almost would have been caught. I absolutely can’t let anyone find out, especially not Kanna, the female lead.

I casually covered the paper. This is my carefully devised villainess escape plan. I deduced as much as possible from the original work and completed it after much deliberation about how I should act going forward to extend my life. It took me two whole days.

“Kanna. Don’t be rude to the young lady.”

“It’s okay, sister. The miss likes me.”

Hena, who had returned with meals for two people, scolded Kanna for clinging to me. Since I didn’t want to go downstairs to the dining room and eat alone uncomfortably, after Kanna started living with me, I’ve been eating together in the room to get closer.

“It would be nice if sister ate with us too.”

“I’m more comfortable in the dining room, so it’s fine.”

I asked Hena to eat together too, but either she was uncomfortable or got indigestion and fell ill, so we agreed that just Kanna and I would eat together.

“That was delicious.”

I quickly finished eating and had tea to cleanse my palate.

Kanna has a good appetite, so when we eat together, the food goes down smoothly.

To think she could restore an appetite I didn’t have… Is this the power of a romance fantasy female lead? She’d probably be incredibly successful doing eating broadcasts in reality.

Wait, then are people who became popular through eating broadcasts romance fantasy female leads? I was developing ridiculous logic using deductive reasoning when Hena called me.

“Young lady, a letter has arrived.”

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