My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 99

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That child is the current Melek.

“The child made a wish. Coincidentally, there was a magic circle and a sacrifice there, so the conditions aligned perfectly.”

A wish? Magic? Sacrifice? What came to mind from Jelly’s explanation was the summoning circle drawn on the floor of the principal’s office.

Jelly quietly stared at Melek. The sharpness that could be considered Jelly’s default setting disappeared, replaced by a fierce expression savage enough to make one instinctively shrink back. Jelly was definitely looking at Melek now while thinking of the real ‘Melek.’

“The child made a wish to a demon and took over Melek’s body.”

“What? Me? I made a wish to Melek? You’re saying I took over Melek’s body?”

Melek seemed greatly shocked by Jelly’s reinterpretation of the situation and muttered something. And I was shocked too. If I didn’t mishear, Jelly just said demon, right?

“The magic circle you mean is the one drawn in the principal’s office…”

“That’s right. That one.”

Jelly confirmed it.

So… the summoning circle I had wasn’t for summoning spirits but demons? My head spun at the truth that approached without any mental preparation.

This is why Jelly wanted to get Gabriel’s confirmation that he wouldn’t report to his superiors before starting the story.

But to think it wasn’t spirits – this is a shock comparable to first realizing Santa doesn’t exist as a child. Right, no wonder no one living in this world knew about spirits.

It wasn’t because spirits were unique, they just didn’t exist. I never thought I’d realize the spirit summoning circle wasn’t actually for spirits almost a year after possessing this body. No, should I be glad I realized it now?

Then I almost summoned a demon by mistake. Back then I cursed about the incomplete language patch, but demons… It was incredibly fortunate I couldn’t see the annotations. I avoided a death flag by not knowing how to read. So Donau was trying to summon a demon… If a sacrifice was needed, then Kanna would have… Thinking that far made my blood boil. That bastard Donau deserved to die.

“Melek, what wish did you make back then?”

“My memory is hazy, so I really can’t remember anything…”

“If you can’t remember, we’ll have to guess.”

When Jelly asked, Melek searched his memory. Looking so gentle, he probably didn’t make such a vicious wish.

“I was hungry then, and I didn’t want to die. That’s all I remember…”

After hesitating for a long time, Melek quietly added.

“And I was angry. I resented it. I thought it would be better if the culprit who made me and the children like this just died.”

It was a vicious wish I never thought I’d hear from Melek. However, knowing the circumstances, I couldn’t reproach Melek for his evil wish. Jelly nodded as if satisfied with the answer.

“That Princess should make the same wish then. She might not be hungry… but well, she must be in pain.”

Anyway, Jelly only knew how to complain and lacked consideration for others. In a way, it was fitting for a villainess’s minion.

Turning my head, I saw Jeremiah breathing raggedly. In fact, there were no other methods. Holy water didn’t work, and doctors couldn’t cure it. In the first place, this was a worldview where they massacred stray cats looking for the cause of Evangeline’s illness in cats, so medicine probably wasn’t that advanced. If it were, Rider would have recovered long ago.

I had a summoning circle drawn in the storage room. I’d need to recreate a situation similar to what Melek experienced, but I couldn’t sacrifice another person as an offering. While I was pondering what to do, Jelly casually mentioned that a delivery would arrive soon.

“It’s here.”

What appeared was Pudding. Pudding threw something onto the floor. It was a familiar person.

“Azazel?”

Azazel collapsed to the floor.

“This bastard is the reason the Princess is dying, so he should take responsibility.”

It was sound logic. Azazel’s condition looked quite poor, making Jelly click her tongue.

“After devouring so much, it’s fortunate there was an effect. What a disgusting bastard anyway.”

Was the disgusting comment directed at Pudding? Pudding, as always, lightly ignored Jelly’s words.

After Pudding asked to wait a moment, he put his hand into Azazel’s mouth. His hand continued going down the throat, pushing deep below the elbow. Azazel struggled with tears in his eyes, seemingly nauseous. He’s the culprit, but somehow I feel like I’m the bad guy here.

“Ugh, urgh…”

Blood vessels stood out on Azazel’s neck as his throat was forced open too wide. Pudding groped around as if stirring inside, then grabbed something and yanked it out.

No way, crazy! They say people freeze when startled – I couldn’t even blink. I was afraid of what Pudding had pulled out. The long thing in Pudding’s grasp was wriggling. Wriggling? I felt chills and wanted to cry. Even Gabriel, who had strong nerves, watched the scene calmly before quietly muttering.

“A snake?”

A snake? At those words, I could properly see what was in Pudding’s hand. It really was a snake. And judging by its triangular head, definitely a venomous one!

“This is Astaroth’s true form.”

“Azazel’s true form?”

So he wasn’t just a beastman? No wonder Pudding was extremely disgusted. Azazel’s body after the true form was extracted lay collapsed on the floor.

“That’s an empty shell. So there’s no problem using the body.”

Pudding explained while pointing at the venomous snake in his hand and the sprawled Azazel.

“This is the sacrifice. That’s the body to transfer into.”

I’d sound like trash for saying this, but I couldn’t help but admire the incredible cost-effectiveness. It’s not even a 1+1 event…

With preparations seemingly complete, I woke Jeremiah. I didn’t want to force her since she’d be in pain, but she’d end up resting forever otherwise, so please understand.

“…I’ll make a wish.”

When I explained the situation, Jeremiah accepted without surprise. Wasn’t she amazed about making a wish to a demon and transferring bodies? She probably experienced something bigger and had no capacity left to be surprised.

“…After hearing from Count Gabriel, I already made up my mind. Even if I sell my soul to a demon… no, to you, please…”

Jeremiah couldn’t continue after those words. Kanna carefully approached Jeremiah to check her pulse, then shook her head. Her heart had stopped. My heart sank.

Shouldn’t a demon appear for her to make a wish? Why isn’t one appearing? The method can’t be wrong, right? Usually in movies, a demon appears asking what wish you want to make, and since this is inside a novel too, shouldn’t one show up…? But nothing happened at all. Did I just give false hope after stepping forward boldly?

Just as I was about to be buried in guilt, the collapsed Azazel raised his body.

“…Haah.”

Then he took a deep breath as if his blocked airways had cleared. Reborn, he continued the unfinished words.

“To be able to breathe again.”

The demon had granted the wish.

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“This body is wrong.”

Jeremiah pieced together the words spoken by voices heard sporadically through fading consciousness. He was judging how much time remained before Jeremiah reached death. The cold voice diagnosed that there was no hope for Jeremiah.

‘I’m going to die?’

Her breath caught. Jeremiah gasped and denied the fact of dying.

“I, I don’t want to die…”

Since being educated never to forget dignity as a Princess, this was the first time she desperately clung and begged to be saved so wretchedly. Her obsession with life made Jeremiah so abject.

Overwhelmed by the vivid oppression of misery and her fate from the sharp air, Jeremiah struggled in frustration. However, her body on the verge of death wouldn’t obey, and all she could do was flail her hands through empty air.

Then someone took Jeremiah’s hand.

‘Who is it?’

Who would hold onto the hand of Jeremiah, who had lost anyone to clasp hands with after being abandoned by both her sister and God? Jeremiah struggled to open her eyes.

What appeared through the slightly opened eyelids was an entirely white angel.

Silver threads that caught moonlight pouring through the night sparkled. Below that was a pale white face.

Jeremiah realized the angel’s name was Evangeline. Though they had only met once at the banquet hall, it would be strange not to remember Evangeline Rohanson’s appearance. How could she forget the moment when all her accumulated notions of beauty were rewritten?

The momentary mistake of thinking her an angel was due to her excessively beautiful features. What God creates has flaws. Evangeline had no defects because she was created to embody the ideal that people, not God, desired.

Evangeline smiled faintly while looking at Jeremiah. Beautiful but ominous. Since one not given life by God was moving on her own, just looking at Evangeline felt blasphemous.

“Do you want to survive?”

“…Even if it means taking the demon’s hand?”

However, it was Jeremiah who had summoned the demon. The demon’s skin was cold like touching glass, but a faint warmth reached from the fingertips caressing Jeremiah.

‘Lady Rohanson…’

Was the demon acting so affectionately to tempt humans?

Jeremiah closed her eyes. Since this could be the end, what Jeremiah captured last before closing her eyes was the Milky Way decorating the night sky. Through her fading consciousness, a particularly clear voice pierced her ears.

“If you don’t want to die, hold on until I find a way to save you.”

Evangeline noticed Jeremiah had given up and scolded her. Those words were right. After going so far as to summon a demon, it would be regrettable to collapse like this.

“Let’s go to Rohanson Manor.”

Jeremiah knew that if she opened her eyes again, that place would be Rohanson Manor.

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