My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 97

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Jelly hesitated while trying to grab my hand. She was clearly conscious of my wound. When you do that, it hurts even more, you know? Originally, wounds hurt the least when you don’t think about them.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“I’m fine. I’ll just apply some holy water or something.”

“Haha, you make such scary jokes.”

Jelly scolded me for joking in this situation. What? But it wasn’t a joke.

While I was puzzled, I suddenly remembered that Evangeline had died from being sickly. Since I first opened my eyes in a coffin but people don’t bring up that story, I sometimes forget. That’s right. Evangeline was also someone holy water didn’t work on, like Rider.

But why did the Viscount feed me so much holy water after possessing me? In the early days of possession, I thought he was just trying to help Evangeline recover, but there was no way that trash Viscount would care for his daughter like that.

Moreover, since he was her biological father, he would have known well that holy water had no effect on Evangeline. It wasn’t like Toten Madam who loved her child so much she’d grasp at straws… Don’t tell me he treated me like an evil spirit like Bishop Marik did? I suppose I deserved such treatment for stealing his daughter’s body, but at least the Viscount shouldn’t have done that. I don’t mind being cursed at by the Viscountess though.

“Master. I found the Princess.”

Jelly, who had been taking her time, seemed to have found the Princess.

“Judging by how particularly strong the smell of blood is, it really seems like she’s on the verge of death as that bastard Astaroth said.”

Jelly reported the situation. If I had holy water, I could have treated her immediately, but there was no way I’d have holy water after escaping from prison. It seemed better to hurry there first.

When Jelly snapped her fingers, my vision changed completely. Teleportation really is an overpowered ability. The place we moved to was also in the same forest. The surrounding scenery was identical, so I couldn’t guess how far we had traveled.

“Oh no.”

Jelly groaned lifelessly. This time she had properly found the Princess. The problem was that Gabriel was also there. Was I too late?

Azazel had already stabbed her once, and now Gabriel had delivered the finishing blow…? He’s your nephew! Moreover, there’s a high probability she’s a fake culprit caught up in a conspiracy, so forget the imperial command and absolutely don’t kill her!

When I approached to stop Gabriel, I stepped on something soft on the ground. When I moved my foot, there was a person sprawled underneath. I was so shocked for a moment that I almost ended my possession and ascended to heaven right there.

Several knights were collapsed on the ground, wearing the same clothes as the knights who had captured me and thrown me in prison. That meant they were from the Imperial Knight Order. There was no way the dying Princess could have defeated the knights, so this was definitely Gabriel’s doing.

Then these knights weren’t dead, just unconscious. Holy Knights aren’t supposed to kill people carelessly. Gabriel must have subdued the knights to save the Princess, right?

Gabriel had no intention of killing the Princess from the start. I suddenly felt relieved. Come to think of it, if I figured out the situation, there was no way Gabriel, the Male Lead, couldn’t have. He might even know the secret of his birth. Then did I suffer for nothing? No. Saving a person’s life is worth this much trouble.

While I stopped in surprise from stepping on the squishy person, Jelly had gone to Gabriel’s side and was talking about something. I also hurried closer.

“…Lady Rohanson.”

“Yes, Count. Did you call for me?”

Gabriel called my name without even turning around. Did he sense my presence? Can he distinguish people just by footsteps? That’s a very Male Lead-like ability.

“Evangeline.”

“Yes. Count Gabriel.”

Gabriel called me once more. This time he turned his gaze toward me. Why are you surprised after calling me first? Don’t tell me he didn’t know he could recognize me just by footsteps?

Ah, that’s not it.

Gabriel’s eyes sparkled. I belatedly realized it was because they were filled with moisture. I always thought they were like a blue sky, but seeing them today, the rippling made them just like a lake. Who told you to reflect the sky’s color and make others misunderstand?

“Please… please save Her Highness the Princess.”

Gabriel looked up at me desperately. I had received such gazes several times before. When I saved Kanna, when Daisy returned, when the orphans clung to me, when Toten Madam came to find me, Gabriel had the same look in his eyes as then.

And I had never once turned them away. The reason might have been to avoid the tragic ending given to the villainess, or it might have just been a whim. It could have been out of pity, wondering how desperate they must be to cling to me, someone who regards the world like a piece of paper.

“If that’s what you wish, Count.”

Knowing that the current Gabriel would overflow if poked, I could only smile comfortingly.

Gabriel smiled faintly as if relieved. I told him not to cry, but what had welled up in his eyes overflowed and trickled out. Just one streak, one drop, so Gabriel probably didn’t even know he was crying.

Not wanting to see him cry anymore, I turned my eyes away. For someone who claims to manage a harem, I’m quite easy, getting all worked up because Gabriel is crying. Of course, only Kanna knew this about me in this world. The power of the villainess label was so strong that even when Kanna chanted ‘Miss is kind’ like a mantra, no one believed it. Ah, Pudding also used to nod along to that. That’s why I had no choice but to favor those two.

The Princess’s condition, glimpsed briefly, was serious. The sight of her collapsed on the ground, barely gasping for breath, was alarming. Her clothes were stained dark red around her side where she seemed to have been stabbed directly. I tore her clothes to examine the wound. The injury was too deep. That bastard Azazel. You did this to a child? Now I see he wasn’t just having a middle school syndrome but was actually insane.

“Holy water?”

“It’s useless. Jelly said it won’t work…”

An ornately crafted bottle was rolling on the ground, with cracks in the glass from hitting the floor. Does the Princess also have a cursed constitution where holy water doesn’t work? Jelly, as if uninterested in whether Gabriel was crying or the Princess was dying, was fiddling with the holy water bottle and carelessly got pricked by a glass shard, clutching her finger and rolling around on the ground.

The Princess was dying right next to her, but she was making a fuss about being hurt by just a glass shard. The situation was already complicated enough that I was dying from the headache of figuring out how to solve it, and seeing her being dramatic made me want to punch Jelly. It wasn’t even a serious injury, and with holy water on it, it would have healed immediately, but really, such dramatics…

Perhaps coming to her senses from that commotion, the Princess slowly closed and opened her eyes, looking at me.

“An angel…?”

Since this was a world where angels, not grim reapers, come to escort you when you die, this was something I’d heard often here. But seeing her hallucinating, it really must be serious… At this rate, she might depart for the afterlife before I find a way to treat her, so I called her name, telling her to stay conscious.

“Lady Tenebray? Lord Jeremiah?”

Toten Madam had said the twin Princesses were distinguished by their necklaces, but now the necklace was stained with blood, making it impossible to tell who was who. Common sense suggested it was Tenebray, who had a warrant out for her arrest, but Azazel’s words about stabbing Jeremiah kept lingering in my head.

“…I’m Jeremiah… miah.”

Right. It’s Jeremiah. A warrant was issued for Tenebray, so why was Jeremiah injured? Let me treat the wound first and then definitely ask how the situation is unfolding.

Since holy water doesn’t work, I need to find a doctor quickly. True to this absurdly unreasonable world, there were many people who couldn’t benefit from holy water, so despite the existence of a cure-all, there were quite a few doctors. Then Jelly, who had returned clutching her finger and apparently finished being dramatic, frowned and shook her head.

“This body is done for. Since it’s a wound made by Azazel, it won’t heal, and with holy water not working either, there’s no way a doctor could fix it. Those so-called doctors just do needlework on the surface. The only reason she’s still alive is purely through willpower.”

Perhaps hearing Jelly’s words, Jeremiah gasped for breath.

“I, I don’t want to die…”

You can’t imagine how heavy the wind felt, soaked with moisture and sunken down.

Jeremiah reached out into the air, flailing as if searching for a lifeline, then grabbed my hand. It was my wounded hand, but I didn’t show it. Her hand was unusually hot. It felt exactly like… like the person in front of me was a real person who had torn through the paper and emerged, breaking free from the novel’s rules.

I had no talent for saving people. I wasn’t a divine physician who could heal external injuries, nor was my position that of a saint who could spam healing like in a game.

Then what could I do? All I had was money, but buying holy water was useless since it didn’t work, and my reputation as a villainess only inspired some fear… That’s not helpful. I really possessed the wrong body… Possession? Ah, right, I was a possessor.

I was a possessor, and possessors specialize in possession.

I needed an empty body. And someone who had experience entering empty bodies… Melek! Right, there was Melek!

“We need to move locations first.”

Gabriel looked around and nodded. The forest was quite vast, but with the Emperor deploying knights to focus on the search, we didn’t know when we might be discovered again.

“Jelly, let’s go to Rohanson Estate.”

Even when I was imprisoned, I had countless moments of wanting to return home, but I endured and persevered. I never thought I’d return to the estate this way.

Gabriel carefully lifted Jeremiah in his arms. Jeremiah seemed to have exhausted her strength after making that wish, losing consciousness. Only the small wheezing sounds showed she was still breathing. Even so, her desperate feelings must have been sincere, as Jeremiah’s small hand was still tightly gripping mine even while unconscious.

As I took one last look around, I noticed one knight had awakened at some point and was lying on the ground, just blinking his eyes while looking our way. When our eyes met, the knight’s face turned deathly pale. He was so terrified that he couldn’t even think to close his eyes and pretend to be unconscious. It would be troublesome if he reported that I had escaped… Just as I thought that, Jelly struck the back of the knight’s head.

The knight closed his eyes again. It was a trend started by Daisy.

“He won’t be able to talk now.”

Jelly boasted confidently that the knight would keep his mouth shut, having gained some magical assistance while striking his head. If Jelly says so, I have to believe it.

When Jelly snapped her fingers, the forest became my room. Jelly immediately disappeared to bring Melek.

I naturally expected the room to be empty, but I saw Kanna sleeping curled up on the sofa. I even gave her the Viscountess’s chamber so she could be comfortable, so why is she sleeping uncomfortably on the sofa? Knowing well that Kanna was guarding my room out of worry for me, I felt both touched and sorry.

Perhaps because her position was uncomfortable and she wasn’t sleeping deeply, Kanna woke up.

“…Miss…?”

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