SPMB - Chapter 107

SPMB - Chapter 107

My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone

'But what a cold!'

Perhaps because she had been anxious for several days, Kanna fell ill as soon as the purification ceremony was over. For three long days.

Only after three days had passed did she shake off her sick bed and wake up.

"Sister, are you okay?"

"I am okay."

"Is that true?  Which place is more uncomfortable?"

"Nothing at all."

When Kanna woke up, Kalen came as if he had been waiting.

Kalen's expression was not good. Kalen glared at Claude with a disapproving gaze.

"How have you guarded her all this time, allowing my sister to lose half weight?"

"Kalen, no. Sir Claude was great!"

The reason why she lost weight was because she was so distracted that she couldn't eat properly. Kanna ate only porridge the entire time she had a cold.

"It would have been difficult without Sir Claude. I survived thanks to Sir Claude. He was really reliable!"

"... Is that so?" 

"Yes." 

"Okay. All right."

But for some reason, Kalen seemed upset by those words.

"Duchess, would you please allow me to cut Miss Rachel's tongue in half? I needed proof that I was a good escort.”

Claude laughed and joked. It's a joke, probably. Maybe......?

"I was very worried, sister." 

Kalen sighed. He rubbed his eyes with both hands and muttered quietly. 

"I really couldn't sleep at all for several days..."

His voice is very hoarse. Saying that he couldn't sleep didn't seem like an unnecessary insult.

"Did you?"

"Yes. I'm so glad you're safe."

Kallen stared at her.

His sister is safe. Kanna is smiling.

When Kalen saw that image, he felt like he could finally live.

Although she had become thinner, Kanna was still beautiful. Kalen was deeply relieved as a peach-like complexion appeared on her cheek.

Kanna said with a smile. 

"Thank you for your concern, Kalen."

It was unpleasant, a lot. 

'Do I look like a child? If there's too much attention, it feels bad.'

She's not his sister or his lover, so why does he worry so much?

Kanna got goosebumps thinking about how Kalen couldn't sleep worrying about her.

'Ugh, I'm annoyed that I even thought about it.'

But she had to endure it.

Because she was the one who made Kalen like this. And Kalen's attitude is still useful.

'Yes, thanks to Kalen, this matter worked out well.'

Didn't Kalen give you Claude? If it weren't for Claude, she wouldn't have been able to resolve things so easily. In that sense, Kanna was very grateful to Claude.

Maybe that's why the sincerity that wasn't contained when I saw Kalen was buried in my smile. 

"Thank you so much, Sir Claude."

Then Claude smiled sheepishly and scratched his golden hair.

"No. I was just doing my job."

"Still, you had a hard time. It must have rained a lot..."

Okay, why is she thinking about this now? 

'It's not the first time I've hung outside the window while it was raining.'

You worked so hard to do this and that, but you didn't even take care of your physical condition.

Kanna clicked her tongue at her indifference. She sat down on the sofa next to him and held out her hand.

"Arm"

"Yes?"

"Give me your arm."

Claude seemed embarrassed. He was unusual in that he always joked, but Kanna ignored him and made a request.

"After all this, he is also a member of the National Assembly. I'd like to see how Sir Claude is, so give me your arm, right now."

The momentum was so decisive that Claude stretched out his arms without even realizing it. When Kanna herself rolled up her sleeves, CIaude was embarrassed.

"Duchess?"

"Your pulse is a little faster than average? Did it get to me? Do you have any cold symptoms? Your head hurts, your nose is stuffy..."

"No, it's okay, thank you."

Cold sweat formed behind Claude. Is it an illusion? It looks like Kalen is emitting a very scary unpleasant feeling from behind...

"Kalen, please come too."

Since it wasn't fair to only look after Claude, Kanna reluctantly called Kalen. Then Kalen came over and sat next to her as if he had been waiting.

He spoke leisurely. 

"I seem to have a little fever, sister."

"Uh? So?"

"Yes. Please confirm." 

"Come here."

When Kanna stretched out her hand, Kallen obediently bowed his head and offered his forehead. Claude, who was watching, felt very strange because it looked like an animal that had been allowed to hold a leash.

That's Lord Kalen.

The Kalen he knew was exactly the way he treated Rachel.

Maintains only the bare minimum of courtesy, is extremely cold, arrogant, and sometimes extreme. He is even cold to his mother, theDuchess of Addis...

"That's strange. I don't think you have a fever?"

"Is that so?"

"Huh."

Then Kalen raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Then it seems I was mistaken."

"If it's a mistake, I'm glad."

Not even to his younger sister, Lucy, to whom he is most generous.

'Lord Kallen, are you possessed by a ghost?'

It was Claude's first time seeing Kalen Addis have such a persistent attachment to someone.

'I heard that they didn't get along well in the past, but now anyone can see that they are brother and sister.'

Now that Claude think about it, there is a saying that time is medicine. Could it be that the passage of time has resolved their grievances?

... Well, is that really the case??

Claude stared at Kanna. Her face, smiling brightly at Kalen, was so pretty that anyone could see it as perfect.

'I heard that the Duchess had a very difficult childhood...'

But she forgave it all?

'As expected, you have a very weak heart."

Claude thought about it several times, but even if she's nice, she's too nice. Claude was worried because Kanna's heaIt was like silk.

'It's a good thing I entrusted you with the escort.'

She is a really good person. It's quite interesting too. That was when Claude was thinking about it.

Suddenly, the door opened without knocking. Kanna turned her head and then froze.

"... Ah, father." 

Alessandro Addis was walking in.

***

The high priest was hastily packing his luggage.

'Priests are coming from the Great Temple!'

It seems that Orsini sent a telegram about the Black Fog. Not only that, but Duke Alessandro Addis and Duke Sylvienne Valentino are also said to be coming to Palen Island.

No, maybe it has already arrived.

'Damn it, my reign as king is over! Lol'

It is said that the Black Fog on this island is like a mutation, exploding and disappearing in all directions like firecrackers.

So ordinary knights were useless. Rather, it became poisonous.

If someone touch the black fog, they will become infected, and if they become infected... Because they have to kill him.

That is why we need people who are not infected by the fog, that is, people who have holy powers. The descendants of those famous ancient paladins and holy priests.

'Yes, I am useless! Because I have no holy power!'

Orsini, that son of a bitch seems to think he doesn't use it on purpose, but he's wrong. He had no sexual power to begin with.

'After all, it's hard to find the same level of authority as before, since you've behaved in an indecent manner.'

Wasn't he kidnapped by a gunman and forced to eat a lot of rye bread? He didn't even have time to catch and punish the culprit.

'But that hallucination was really amazing.'

He showed himself to God.

The feeling of encountering God, the joy and emotion that made his whole body swell was still vivid.

It was a similar feeling to when he first saw a spirit.

'!.. Yes, it was similar to when I saw God."

Spirit.

The high priest remembered that great being for the first time in a very long time.

Although he only saw it from afar, the spirit was the most beautiful being among the humans he knew -or was he really human?

No other being in this world wasnas gorgeous as him. His white skin was as soft as pearIs, and his hair was as shiny as if it had been melted by moonlight. Deep-set eyes that seemed to hold a secret, thick eyelashes, and even a tear drop mark under her right eye...

"Where are you going?"

It was a time when he was running away from the village. The high priest was startled and turned around.

"Sir Jerome?"

"High priest, where are you busybgoing at this late hour?"

Why is Sir Jerome here?

The high priest stared at him from afar, forgetting to run away. As far as he knew, Sir Jerome was imprisoned with Rachel. Yeah, I heard she's in jail. 

"Why is Sir Jerome here?"

"Well. How am I supposed to be here?"

Jerome grinned.

"But high priest, didn't I ask you first?"

"..."

"Where on earth are you going this late at night, High Priest?"

The high priest took a step back without realizing it. 

"Les, how can you leave Miss Rachel alone?"

"Oh right. "You mean Young Lady?"

Jerome came over, giggling. For some reason, that laugh sounded very unfamiliar. This is a faithful article that I have seen for a very long time.

"That... Okay. Aren't you Miss Rachel's faithful escort? "In times like these, I need to be by your side."

"Wouldn't it be enough to serve you by my side all this time?"

Gis heart was pounding. The high priest glanced around without realizing it. Dark night. A sparsely populated alley. No one is here. 

He wonder why, that fact was despairing.

"What kind of nonsense is that, Sir Jerome? No matter how many crimes you may have committed, doesn't Miss Rachel have a long relationship with you?"

"So, that's right. How hard was it for me to please that girl?"

Tuk!

The high priest's back, which had been hesitatingly retreating, reached the end of the alley. And Jerome came leisurely, like a hyena cornering his prey.

"But there were still benefits." 

"Now, what about you... ?"

"Thanks to that girl, I was able to get great ingredients every year."

"What?"

"Dead human corpses are very good material."

What did you hear just now?

The high priest swallowed. Sweat accumulated on his hands and ran down.

"What is this? You're not planning on harming me, are you? I am th e high priest!"

"High priest."

Jerome came closer and recited the words. The voice was as empty as a skin. 

"You're q pig with no power."

"... What.."

"What is the high priest?"

At that time, the moonlight that had been consumed by the black clouds was revealed. A faint ray of light illuminated Jerome's face, which had been buried in the darkness.

"Huh!"

The high priest sat down in his seat. 

"You You... No way!"

"Oh, my. I saw it. It doesn't matter. Because I was planning on killing you."

Jerome closed his eyes and opened them again. At that time, his eye color had returned to its usual brown color. Not the black one the high priest had seen.

"You can't... !"

"Shh, be quiet."

Jerome raised his finger to his lips.

"Don't say that word carelessly."

Then he laughed.

"Because there are very scary people on this island right now."

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