SPMB - Chapter 179

SPMB - Chapter 179

My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone

Orsini, who arrived at the hunting ground, jumped off his horse.

'It's a mess.'

Above the trees, behind the bush, he could feel signs lurking in every nook and cranny.

Just then, someone walked out from the other side.

It was a man wearing a golden butterfly mask. He looked like he had just come out of a party, with a black gentleman's hat on his head and a perfect tailcoat.

"Hello, Lord Orsini. Have you come to look for Kanna?"

Orsini stared at the other person in silence.

A gentleman with a golden butterfly mask.

He was a black apostle who started appearing three years ago. The Knights of Addis called him Butterfly Mask.

"No. I came to kill you."

Butterfly Mask was the most dangerous Black Apostle, and Orsini's father, Alessandro, was actively tracking him down.

Aren't he lucky that such a guy appeared in front of him?

"Hey, before I draw my sword, let me start with..."

Orsini did not listen to the butterfly mask.

With just one leap, he reached in front of the man and swung his sword. However, the blade only cut through a blurry image.

'As expected, you're welcome.'

The Black Apostles' strange hexes have improved day by day, especially in the past three years.

'Yes, it was better.'

As expected, it was a good thing he came. It's a butterfly mask or something. Orsini going to catch that bastard, take off the mask, cut it, and extract information.

Before that, he'll have to kill the other minnows first.

Orsini leapt. He kicked down the tree, jumped up, grabbed a thick branch with one hand, and pulled his body up.

"Huh!"

The Black Apostle was lurking there. When he jumped up in an instant, he was scared and pulled his body back, but he was kicked and plummeted down.

Thud! 

The Black Apostle's neck was twisted at a strange angle. He died just like that.

Orsini immediately jumped down. As soon as his feet touched him, he lunged forward and roughly pulled the man out of the bushes.

"Now, wait..."

Ttuduk!

Orsini ripped off the Black Apostle's head and threw it backward. His neck rolls.

It rolled around like a ball, then hit a wooden pillar and stopped.

"..."

The presence inside the hunting ground froze. He could feel the deep fear of the hidden Black Apostles. Orsini slowly wiped the blood from his cheek and turned around.

The illusion of the butterfly mask that had appeared there again was flickering.

"Orsini Addis, tell me honestly. Actually, you are not a human but a beast, right?"

Orsini shook his head and sighed.

"Shouldn't we start by asking where Kanna is?"

"What do I know about such an idiotic bitch?"

Is Kanna really here?

Orsini was skeptical. He was embarrassed by himself for running in a huff without even properly understanding the situation. He ran as if he were being chased by the one-hour time limit he had set.

It was then.

“Aaaahhh!”

A tearing scream echoed through the hunting grounds. It was a very distant scream, but Orsini clearly heard it.

This voice...

Kanna.

The moment Orsini realized it, he felt like all the blood was draining from his body. The butterfly mask grinned.

“Poor Kanna.”

"What have you done?"

"I cut off a finger."

What? Fingers?

"I plan to cut off one of Kanna's fingers every time you behave violently."

Butterfly Mask said in a voice filled with laughter.

"I was going to tell you about this earlier, but you started swinging the sword. We should have had that conversation first."

Then, as if it occurred to him, he clapped his hands.

"Oh, now that I think about it, you swung your sword at me earlier too, right? Hey, cut off another finger."

“Aaaah!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Kanna's screams were heard from somewhere far away. Her voice echoed through the forest.

But Orsini thought very calmly.

'Kanna screams like that?'

That can't be possible.

Kanna was truly a cruel woman who would grit her teeth even if she were beheaded alive. There was no way a woman like that would let out a meek scream.

So It probably isn't Kanna.

It means someone is imitating.

No, still, but, very if, if it were Kanna...

'Damn it.'

A spark flashed in Orsini's eyes. Even if he really said it was Kanna, she brought it on herself.

It was obvious that it would be dangerous, so he stopped her from going, but didn't she manage to escape on her own feet?

"Lord Orsini, so be quiet..."

"Be quiet?"

"Okay. If you want to save Kanna, be quiet."

As soon as Butterfly Mask finished speaking, black smoke rushed from behind like an arrow. Orsini only turned his sword back and deflected it.

Almost at the same time, smoke began to wriggle and rise from beneath his feet. He lifted his foot and stomped on it like he was stomping on trash.

Then, the pure white holy power that rose up at his feet swallowed up the black haze.

And there was no need for further conversation.

Orsini jumped out and brought out the black apostles who had been bothering him all along. He cut again and again.

"Orsini..."

At that time, Kanna's voice sounded like a cry from behind him.

Only then did Orsini stop the slaughter. He lowered his blood-soaked sword and slowly turned his body.

Kanna was standing there. She was trapped in the hands of a cloaked man wearing black, her fingers were cut off, and she was crying and bleeding.

"Orsini..."

Kanna cried and called his name.

"It hurts so much, Orsini, help me..."

Orsini's face calmed down. He spoke stiffly.

"You are not Kanna."

"Oh. Orsini."

"There's no way Kanna would ask me for help."

Kanna hates and loathes herself more than anyone else. There was no way she could make such a plea to him.

But, well, is that really the case? Wasn't Kanna a woman who would do anything for a purpose? Wasn't she a woman who could kiss him if she needed to?

"Drop your sword, Orsini Addis."

The black apostle, who was aiming a dagger at Kanna's neck, softly warned.

"And calmly take five steps forward. If you don't do as I tell you..."

"Ugh!"

"I'll cut off this head."

The dagger digs deeper into Kanna's neck. Orsini quietly watched the scene.

That's fake.

No matter how much he thinks about it, it's fake.

There was no way Kanna was crying with such a pitiful expression, helplessly waiting to be rescued, right?

But what if?

What if it's real?

Clink!

The choice was made by the body.

The strength in his grip was naturally released. The sword fell. It was the first time Orsini lost sight of his weapon in front of the enemy.

And he obediently walked to the location requested by the Black Apostle.

The moment Ilhe took exactly five steps forward, the ground shook. Black fog rose from beneath his feet. It started to climb up his legs.

He looked down impassively at the fog that was engulfing his body, then raised his face again and looked at Kanna.

It was very unpleasant to see tears streaming down her cheeks.

Real or fake, Orsini really didn't want to see that woman cry.

"You idiot. It's so boring."

Maybe it's real, but it's probably fake. If this were a gamble, he would have bet on a fake.

However, it was not money that was at stake in this battle of odds. It was Kanna. The moment he lost, she was a woman who would disappear forever.

Therefore, Orsini simply could not ignore that possibility. Orsini laughed at himself. He said while looking at Kanna who was crying.

"Close your eyes."

Either she is real or she is fake.

"Don't look, you idiot."

Orsini doesn't want to show her this horrible scene.

Sigh!

The next moment, a black fog pierced his stomach.

He burst into tears, blood rushing out at once. The burning pain was intense. Dark red blood poured out from Orsini's mouth.

Puff, Puff, Puff!

Starting with that, his body was pierced one after another. Thighs, stomach, arms, shoulders, and even the nape of the neck. Black fog penetrated like dozens of bars. His knees buckled. His whole body loses strength.

Orsini fell helpless on the ground.

Death came very quickly. Orsini had a hunch. There are only a few minutes, no, seconds left.

He gathered his last strength and raised my gaze.

Kanna was looking down at him. She no longer cries or pleads. 

The moment Orsini saw the doll-like expression and lifeless eyes, he knew the answer.

'It's fake.'

As expected, that was fake.

The moment he realized that, strangely enough, he felt relieved.

At least Kanna's fingers will be safe...

"..."

The next moment, Orsini's pupils opened wide.

The light went out of his eyes. It sank into black darkness.

When Orsini's breathing stopped, the Black Apostle who had been watching approached cautiously.

He put my hand under Orsini's nose.

Not breathing

This time he lowered his hand to Orsini's chest.

His heart is not beating.

"He's dead."

The Black Apostle burst into laughter.

"Orsini Addis is dead!"

***

There were no traps.

"I'm sorry for getting lost along the way. It's been a while since I started this job..."

It was only a slight mistake by the new coachman that led her to take a wrong turn for a moment.

Kanna returned to the Lord's castle safely.

'Why didn't anything happen?'

Kanna looked down at the sleeping Yeon-woo.

'It can't be a trap.'

Kanna suffered from extreme anxiety. There's no way things could work out this quickly, right?

'Or not...'

Wasn't she the target of this trap?

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