My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 93

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A chill ran down his spine. The oppressive feeling without iron bars between them was this terrifying. It seemed foolish that he had ever underestimated Evangeline Rohanson, even for a moment, trusting in just a single set of iron bars. Was this really a person? Was this even a living creature to begin with? Perhaps, like Polus had suggested, she was closer to a reanimated corpse.

Evangeline smiled as radiantly as a painted picture, just like before.

“You’re back early. Sir Ante, it seems you have something to tell me?”

“…Yes.”

Antenor couldn’t bear to keep looking at Evangeline, so he lowered his gaze and began explaining the situation outside.

“His Majesty the Emperor has declared that the real culprit is Tenebray Leveardi, and commanded us to capture the fugitive criminal.”

“Tenebray? Not Jeremiah?”

Evangeline asked back as if puzzled. It was natural for her to find it strange, since recently it was Jeremiah who had been rumored to have assassinated the Crown Prince. Hadn’t Gabriel also found Jeremiah suspicious? However, the Emperor had left an official document stating that if unavoidable, even killing Tenebray was permitted when capturing him.

This was not only proof that there was solid evidence of Tenebray being the culprit, but also an expression that Tenebray would no longer be treated as royalty.

“If knights have been mobilized, have the Holy Knights also joined the pursuit?”

“Yes. Most likely.”

“Count Gabriel must also be chasing after Tenebray.”

Antenor nodded. Gabriel had been detained at the Imperial Palace because of his close relationship with Evangeline. Since he would think that capturing Tenebray would help prove Evangeline’s innocence, he would definitely have joined the pursuit.

Evangeline slightly furrowed her brow and then declared.

“I need to find Tenebray too.”

“Will you participate in killing Lord Tenebray?”

“The opposite.”

When Antenor asked, the answer was the complete opposite of what he had expected. Not to kill, but the opposite? Could she possibly be trying to save Tenebray?

In any case, going outside now would not be good.

“There are a great many knights outside right now.”

“I’m not saying I’ll search myself. I have children who are very good at finding people.”

Children? Surely that man called Jelly wasn’t part of that group?

“Pudding. Can you find him?”

Pudding? Who was that now? He didn’t know who it was, but it would surely be an extraordinary being, yet he couldn’t understand why they had names of mismatched desserts. Wasn’t this truly poor taste?

The moment Evangeline finished speaking, the air opened its eyes. A strange line that appeared from thin air unfolded what had been folded. Giant eyeballs slowly rolled their pupils behind his back.

As Antenor was about to scream in surprise, Jelly covered his mouth.

When he flailed his arms, choking as if he might suffocate, Jelly released his mouth as if he had forgotten he was strangling a person’s windpipe.

“Shh, he’s concentrating.”

It felt like a giant clock shop wall with eyes hanging instead of clocks.

Each blinked at different speeds, creating an eerie noise. He could hear wet, squelching sounds as if they were damp and soaked in water. It gave him goosebumps and made him want to scratch out his ears. At that moment, cracks appeared in the eyeballs and they began to shatter, breaking into pieces like crushed candy.

He covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut, then when he opened them, instead of the cluster of sprouting eyeballs, he saw a boy. The handsome boy clutched his bleeding eyes.

“Ugh!”

“Pudding.”

When Evangeline showed concern unusually, the boy called Pudding explained the situation.

“…It seems I was interfered with.”

“You don’t have to push yourself.”

When Evangeline wiped around his eyes, blood spread across her soft skin instead. It felt exactly like something pure being defiled, so Antenor turned his eyes away.

“No. I don’t want to feel that helpless feeling of being unable to help Lady Evangeline in any way ever again.”

And as the boy concentrated again, the inner walls of the prison suddenly changed. The floor writhed like flesh, and the torches flickered accordingly, their shadows dancing in bizarre shapes. Antenor wished Jelly would cover his mouth again.

“Found him.”

The mouths that had been stuck to the ground all chorused in unison with different voices. It sounded as if the same voice was being uttered from dozens of mouths, resonating from all directions. No wait, there were no mouths anywhere.

The world returned to normal, and the basement prison floor remained hard as before. The only difference was that the boy called Pudding had disappeared.

Jelly blinked as if bewildered.

“Master, that kid went off alone.”

“Let’s follow him.”

Then came the sound of fingers snapping. After that, even Evangeline was nowhere to be seen. Antenor was left alone in the empty underground prison with just Polus’s corpse.

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Torches and footsteps turned the dark dawn silence into chaos.

“Find the patricide who murdered His Highness the Crown Prince!”

“This is His Majesty the Emperor’s message! □□□ is no longer royalty, so if you find him, you may kill him!”

Jeremiah was fleeing outside the castle with the help of Azazel, Tenebray’s escort knight. At the mad, booming shouts, Jeremiah became frightened and looked back.

‘They’ve all lost their minds.’

To Jeremiah, they all looked like people possessed by demons.

“Find and kill □□□ Leveardi!”

Jeremiah couldn’t hear the name Tenebray that the knights were shouting at the top of their lungs. Other parts were clearly audible, but strangely only that part was muffled like silence, as if someone was interfering, making it impossible to understand who they were calling. So naturally, it was only natural to think they were looking for him.

Because he kept looking back anxiously while running, he misstepped and Jeremiah’s body swayed greatly before he fell. Azazel, who had been clearing the path far ahead, hurriedly returned.

“Are you alright?”

“My… my foot seems to be sprained.”

As Jeremiah’s ankle throbbed, tears welled up in his eyes. It was already unfair that things were flowing this way, and now he had injured his leg and couldn’t even escape properly. Would he be caught and die unjustly like this?

“I’ll support you.”

“No. I’m fine.”

Then Jeremiah turned his gaze to Azazel, who was offering to support him. If he were to be caught, he should at least send Sir Azazel away. Although it was supposedly a misunderstanding, Jeremiah was currently being treated as a criminal, and the crime of helping Jeremiah escape would definitely not be light. If caught, he would pay a severe price.

“Sir Azazel, thank you for helping me. I’m sufficient on my own now, so it would be better for you to return before being discovered.”

“Lord Tenebray entrusted me with guarding Lord Jeremiah.”

However, Azazel continued to say he would help Jeremiah. Jeremiah was moved to tears by the kindness of the twin sisters and Sir Azazel.

Since his ankle was aching and he couldn’t run far, he had no choice but to hide in a nearby forest. The forest behind the Imperial Palace was where the Emperor enjoyed hunting, and with its wide terrain and dense trees, it was suitable for a person to hide.

“This place should be good for resting briefly.”

“Thank you.”

After confirming there were no knights, Azazel helped Jeremiah lean against a tree trunk. Just as he felt relieved, the sound of stepping on branches was heard. Unable to find any trace of Jeremiah outside, they had expanded the scope of their search.

“There’s also the possibility he fled into the forest, so search thoroughly!”

It seemed they would now check the forest too, as torches flickered beyond the bushes. Jeremiah covered his mouth and suppressed any signs of his presence.

“Sir Azazel, it seems we need to get away from here.”

Though the densely grown trees helped with concealment, they couldn’t stay here indefinitely. As Jeremiah urged, a subtle look came from Azazel.

“Ah, Sir Azazel…?”

“There’s no need for that.”

“What?”

Jeremiah was confused by the suddenly changed demeanor. He couldn’t understand why the devoted knight who had been helping him escape, even offering to carry him, was now looking at Jeremiah as if he were appetizing food. Azazel drew his sword as if he were about to prepare ingredients before a meal.

“Ugh…!”

He couldn’t properly grasp the situation. Jeremiah trembled as he looked down. The sharp blade was embedded in his stomach and invisible, with only the protruding handle visible. It was Azazel who had stabbed the sword in.

“Ah, is this not the right place?”

Azazel spoke leisurely and pulled the sword back out. He felt something lukewarm bursting out around his waist. Without hesitation, Azazel changed direction and stabbed the withdrawn blade in again. The action was so calm and natural that Jeremiah couldn’t offer any resistance until Azazel stabbed the sword into his stomach.

“They said there was a tattoo somewhere. I really can’t tell well just from hearing about it.”

A tattoo? Hearing that, what came to mind was the tattoo of a tail-eating dragon carved on Jeremiah’s stomach.

“What are you doing…?”

The pain beyond imagination made him dizzy. When he clutched his stomach, his hands became wet. All Jeremiah could do was lean against the tree and exhale. Every time he inhaled, his stomach felt torn and the pain was unbearable.

As Azazel approached once more, Jeremiah forced his body, which felt like it was dying from screaming, to move and stepped backward. Desperate to live, he ran while clutching his sword-stabbed stomach. Each step made his ankle ache and his body felt like it was pierced by skewers.

However, blinded by the terror that appeared right in front of him, Jeremiah momentarily forgot that Azazel wasn’t the only thing he should be wary of. While fleeing from Azazel, he ended up encountering a group wearing familiar clothes.

The heat of the blazing torch reached his face. The search party relied on the firelight to examine Jeremiah’s face as if groping, then grinned chillingly and let out cheers.

“We found Tenebray Leveardi!”

Jeremiah doubted his ears. What had he just heard? They found Tenebray?

“We found Princess Tenebray who fled into the forest!”

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