SPMB - Chapter 100

SPMB - Chapter 100

My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone

"... I'm sorry?"

"It's not because of the Black Apostle. And the abnormal symptoms of the country people are not madness. It's just a temporary hallucination."

Rachel's brows furrowed at the words.

This is not mania? Temporary hallucinations?

"No, it can't happen."

15 years in years. A total of fifteen people were hung upside down from trees and burned.

Rachel remembered the pitch-black smoke billowing in the sky and the flames were like animals. Screams, tears, hatred, and even curse words. It comes to mind so clearly that at those moments it is disgusting. But what?

It's all Rachel's imagination?

A laugh came from Rachel's lips. It was laughter bordering on anger.

"It's all Miss Rachel's fault."

Every word of Kanna became a finger and wrapped around his neck. He slowly tightened his grip.

"Miss Rachel, are you listening? It's an illusion."

Rachel's jaw suffocated.

"I went around the village today and found out why. It's not mania or anything like that."

Rachel was out of breath.

"Because this village is an island by the sea, the humidity is higher than inland. so..."

"Stop!"

At that moment, a torn scream sounded.

"Stop, stop!"

Rachel's breath was broken into small pieces and scattered.

Only after letting out a soft breath did she realize that it was her own voice.

"Please stop it! I don't want to hear anymore!"

Rachel shook her head in frustration. She ordered, glaring fiercely into Kanna's startled black eyes.

"Don't try to deceive me with empty words!" 

The moment she met Rachel's eyes, the tip of Kanna's tongue relaxed.

"If you're not the Black Apostle, it wilI be revealed soon! What are you so afraid of?"

Kanna's eyes became cold. By this point, she was sure.

'This woman has no desire to know the truth.'

Even if the truth is different from what she knows, Rachel won't know. She'll cover her ears and only see what she wants to see. 

'It's a matter where people's lives depend."

Disgust boiled up like lava in Kanna's heart.

 "Miss Rachel, you have no power."

For a moment, Rachel's mouth stiffened. 

"Oh, no."

"If it were an ability to believe that a great illusion was the truth, it would be an ability."

A woman who is under the illusion that she is special. A woman who is believed to have mystical powers.

That illusion killed countless people.

'No, she wouldn't even think she killed them.'

That was even more disgusting. She completely believed that killing innocent people was a sacred act.

Not only that, but any suspicious buds are completely cut out. She's afraid she might have done something wrong. Because she's afraid it will be revealed.

"Saintess? Special abilities? The illusion is also oily resin."

Kanna glared at Rachel and criticized her bitterly.

"So many lives have been lost because of your feelings, your feelings! Can you feel the magic? No. You just picked the person you found most offensive."

No. Rachel shook her head.

No, no, that can't be possible. That can't be possible.

"You're Saintess."

Thanks to you, this village can be peaceful."

"It's all thanks to you, Young Lady lady."

"You are a special person."

That voice.

As soon as Sir Jerome's voice came to mind, the ripples in her heart calmed down.

"Everything will be proven in the purification ceremony."

Rachel's mind had already become quiet.

"If I am right, the mania will disappear again. I will prove it. So, the Duchess, please join in and prove that you are not a black apostle."

With those words, Rachel jumped up from her seat. It was the end of the conversation.

"This is what the high priest also agreed to. God is watching, so please don't do anything in vain."

Finally, Rachel left the room.

The moment she closed the door, an incredible feeling of fatigue came over Kanna.

 'What on earth is that woman?"

Tap tap tap

When Kanna took a deep breath, there was a knock on the window.

"... Sir Claude?"

A drenched blond man was hanging outside the window.

"Duchess."

Claude moved his lips in the pouring rain.

"Shall I follow that woman?"

***

"Are you here?"

It was about then that Orsini arrived. Jerome quickly ran after him.

"You did hard work. How was your day? I haven't heard about the black fog."

"Northern forest. It appeared briefly and then disappeared."

Orsini did not slow down his steps and answered briefly. 

"Okay. I'm so glad there was no damage."

Jerome continued, trying to keep up with Orsini's long strides. Orsini tells the story of his sister, whom Addis has loathed since his childhood.

"By the way, have you heard the news? Last night she was treated to a mania by the Duchess Valentino. And she is suspected of being the Black Apostle."

"..."

What does he think, is this a topic Orsini likes?

Jerome looked at Orsini's expression expectantly. But Orsini's face was the same as before as if he hadn't heard anything.

'That's strange. I heard you clearly hate Kanna Valentino.'

So shouldn't he be happy if Jerome insults her? Jerome tried again.

"Lord Orsini is truly very kind. How could you spend your childhood with such a filthy woman? She is truly a down-to-earth woman."

Really. At that time, Orsini stopped in his tracks. Because it was a sudden stop. Jerome also quickly stopped.

“Lord Orsini?”

Orsini slowly turned his head and looked down at him. The moment he met his green eyes.

"...!"

A fist flew out without warning. Jerome couldn't even scream and was thrown against the wall.

“Keuheuk!”

There was no time to come to his senses.

Immediately, a vicious hand grabbed him. Orsini grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. His collar was torn by the terrifying grip, and Jerome's body was lifted up.

"Why, why are you like this... Wow!"

At that moment, lightning struck his face. It really was like a thunderbolt to Jerome. A flash of light flashed before his eyes, and a pain that felt like his head was going to explode.

"What did you say?" 

A ghostly voice rang out through the terrible pain.

"Say it again, you son of a bitch."

Orsini beat up Jerome's body mercilessly. When lifting his foot to kick.

"Orsini!"

At that time, Rachel's screams carried across the hallway.

"What are you doing now!"

Rachel rushed over and helped Jerome. And she swallowed her moans.

"Oh my God, Sir Jerome..."

Jerome's face was covered in blood!

"Huh, how could you do this?"

Rachel can't believe Orsini would do something like this.

Rachel's eyes trembled in shock. She couldn't believe it.

"Why are you doing this? What on earth did Sir Jerome do wrong? Why are you doing this? Orsini?"

"Move."

"You're not this kind of person! why!"

"He's annoying."

Rachel's tongue froze at Orsini's sarcasm.

'What?'

Because he's annoying? Does Orsini make people like this because he's annoying? What on earth did Jerome say?

Orsini muttered in a very low voice.

"Aren't you going to get out of the way?"

She tried to argue, but Rachel was overcome with instinctive fear in front of those predator-like eyes. Her legs were shaking.

As she barely moved aside, Orsini passed by without hesitation. His blade felt cold as it grazed her side. 

"...Oh, Miss, are you okay?"

"Sir Jerome."

"Miss, I'm sorry. Because I'm not good enough..." 

"Orsini has a magic spell."

Rachel let out an exasperated breath.

"She got sick. She changed like everyone else."

Orsini is not really that kind of person. He was like a glass bead.

But then he suddenly changed.

The starting point was clear.

Rachel clenched her fists.

"I need to hurry up and do the purification ritual."

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