SPMB - Side Story Chapter 2

SPMB -  Side Story Chapter 2

My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone

"This matter cannot be overlooked. Her Royal Highness said to just ask everything, but I can't forgive you! Go to the Great Hall and get some self-restraint. Don't even come near the capital for a while!"

Alessandro frowned.

He severely insulted the Princess. In his own way, it was something he did with the readiness to be kicked out of his family. It's better to get kicked out of the family register than to marry an unpleasant woman.

But all his father can do is kick him out of the capital?

"His Majesty sent someone to the Great Hall to interrogate the Black Apostles. I need you to take on that role."

"..."

"Look back and reflect on your actions in the Great God Hall. Do you understand?"

The Duke of Addis also knew. Involving the conflict between the imperial family and the great temple. That this is a trivial punishment.

And that this kind of soft response encourages the son's outspoken nature.

But he can't help it. Alessandro was the finest jewel created by the Addis family. He couldn't throw it away or treat it carelessly.

"I plan to retire soon, Alessandro."

The Duke of Addis muttered with a tired face.

"All authority was delegated to Largos. I will go down to the estate and spend the rest of my life like this."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Be careful not to let your evil deeds reach your territory. Do you understand?"

"All right."

"Promise."

"That will be difficult."

"Hey, you damn guy! You said you would be careful! You said you would be careful! But why can't you make a promise?"

"I can't."

"Ha! Make a promise, even if it's just empty words!"

"Sorry."

The Duke held back his swearing tightly.

That son of a bitch had a surprisingly stubborn side. He never easily promised anything.

'If you're a fool, you're a fool and go around making promises you can't take responsibility for!'

The Duke's stomach burned.

"That guy should have a child just like himself and suffer the same thing!"

***

"You said you were going into exile?"

That evening, Largos came to visit after hearing the news.

"Go and have fun. If not at times like this, when would you ever hang out with female priests?"

Alessandro held back a sigh. These days, everyone here and there is talking about women.

"Or are you just trying to avoid my eyes and do something else?" 

Largos' face looked like a playful boy. But that look was a warning.

"No."

"I'm glad if that's the case."

Largos smiled heartily and continued.

"One of my father's retainers, an old man, is going around gossiping that you are better suited to be the head of the family than me."

"He must be senile."

"Well. You've been very active recently, right?"

The brother's eyes when he asked that question were wary rather than jealous. Alessandro found the border both irritating and annoying.

"I've already told you several times, but I'm not interested in becoming the head of the family."

"Hmm..."

Soon Largos lost his doubts and nodded.

"I'm glad we have different interests, yes?"

Alessandro tried to ignore it, but Largos' pranks were just beginning.

"Anyway, be careful with women in the main shrine. For a naive man like you, the moment you meet the wrong woman, your life will be over."

At this point, he started to feel really uncomfortable.

"Don't worry unnecessarily. Do you really think I'm just some idiot who doesn't even know women?"

"You're a virgin."

"..."

"What? Surely not anymore?"

"..."

"When? Where? How? With who? How was it?"

"..."

Alessandro was so shocked that he tried to refute it, but then he closed his mouth again.

Let's quit. It was obvious that if he dealt with them one by one, he would get caught up in a situation where there was no end to it.

"Think good thoughts."

"You really are not afraid of anything, Alessandro. Sometimes I'm scared that you might fall for a bad girl."

"Why are you so scared of that?"

"You and I are both polar opposites, but we have a few things in common. Being single-minded, and..."

Largos narrowed his eyes, smiled, and waved his finger.

"To like a woman very, very, very much."

What bullshit...?

Although Alessandro looked at him with disdain, Largos continued speaking steadfastly.

"It's just that you're so picky that you couldn't meet a girl you like."

"..."

"If a guy like you really falls for a girl,  you'll go crazy and roll your eyes."

I Largos talks anymore, he'll have to hit him..

Just before the first sibling fight began, Largos quickly retreated, as always. It was one of his specialties to not cross the line.

"So what I'm saying is, be careful not to fall for a bad girl, got it?"

"Don't worry unnecessarily." 

"Why aren't you worried? Falling for a girl is like an accident. The moment you say 'ah', you're screwed."

The moment Alessandro thought about hitting him, Largos quickly came out the door.

"Then be careful, brother."

***

Self-reflection at the Great Hall was boring.

It wasn't a word of self-reflection. It was just an extension of work.

The sword of the Great Temple interrogated, tortured, beat, and trampled the apostles...

'That's not fun.'

Alessandro did what he did every day, but this time he just changed the location.

Garden at night. Alessandro lay down on the grass and yawned. He's so bored to death.

But he wasn't particularly depressed. Because most of his life consisted of boredom.

Nothing difficult. Nothing difficult. A series of smooth times.

Alessandro did not know suffering. He did not know crisis, danger, or precariousness.

Even when surrounded by knights infected with black fog. Even when he was alone and surrounded by dozens of monsters. Even when he crushed the nose bone of the boy who is now the Emperor.

He wasn't afraid of anything.

It was a power that could not be feared.

"Is it a blessing...?"

Alessandro looked at his hands and muttered absently.

Holy power shining white in the hand. The power of being the best of all Addis. This power, similar to that of an ancient paladin, castrated his fear.

"But isn't this also a kind of deficiency?'

So, he guess he's just lazily soaked in boredom like an adolescent boy.

The reason he became interested in gambling was partly due to this sense of boredom. Because in a gambling world, it doesn't matter at all how strong he is or what level of sexual power he has.

Alessandro remembered the first time he tried to gamble and lost cruelly.

The feeling of defeat from losing to an unreasonable opponent. A strong desire to win. And the thrill of finally winning.

It was fun.

It was like that at first.

'Gambling is a bit boring, though.'

As he did this, his skills quickly improved and now he just wins every time. It was boredom again.

Alessandro looked up at the night sky. And he had a premonition. These times will continue in the future.

A life of lukewarmness, neither hot nor cold. He was sick of this lukewarmness.

Will something surprising happen someday in life? Will he encounter a diversity worth challenging? 

When Alessandro thought that this emotionless scene would unfold forever, everything just became annoying. 

'I'm going to die of boredom like this.'

Maybe the only thing that can kill him is this boredom.

That's what he thought.

***

"Hey, carrot! I know your carrot secret!"

"I just injected you with poison."

"Take me out of here."

A woman appeared.

She tricked him, played with him, and oppressed him. It was the first surrender Alessandro experienced in his life.

'I will kill you.'

That much anger arose. It didn't even compare to the moment he poured a wine on Catherine's head.

'If I get the antidote. I will kill you.'

Alessandro seriously tried to kill her. She is that woman.

If that woman hadn't protected him from the Black Apostle, if she hadn't been hit by an arrow instead of him, if those things hadn't happened, she might have really been killed.

'No, I wouldn't have been able to kill her anyway.'

Because she was the woman who froze the entire forest.

He remembered that moment clearly.

Her strength, a power that even seemed omnipotent.

Everything was frozen in the moonlight.

The fantastic scene shattered and shattered in the woman's hands, and at the remnants of light blowing like a blizzard, the woman looked back calmly, as if... Like, like God.

Is it because he is drunk and out of his mind?

For the first time, Alessandro was completely overwhelmed by another person. He was astonished with wonder.

At that moment, the woman was so impressed that her eyes seemed like they were on fire.

The feeling of the antidote flowing into his mouth throughout the night, the desperate prayer whispering to him not to die.

Every moment was too hot. Her heat was so intense that it seemed as if it would burn him.

Is that why? 

Ever since she appeared in his life, every minute and second had been meticulously detailed, as if each stitch had been engraved on his skin.

'She is a dangerous woman.'

The woman almost succeeded in poisoning him. And didn't she freeze the forest all at once and crumble it to dust?

Alessandro was wary of her. She put on her gloves to prevent her from using alchemy. He watched every moment.

That's why even after bringing her to the mansion, they fell asleep in the same room. Even the moment they fell asleep together, he couldn't relax.

And that tension was accompanied by a strange sexual stimulation.

At night, it had to be that way. 

"Alex, are you sleeping?"

One day, late at night, the woman whispered.

"Maybe it's because I've been looking at you every night lately,"

Alessandro did not open his eyes. Whispering continued from behind.

"Your back...."

But it didn't last. As if she had come to her senses, she hastily shut her mouth.

What is his back?

What's wrong?

Alessandro could not resist the impulse that was rising at the moment. He got up. He approached the woman's bed.

"Alex?"

He didn't answer. He grabbed the woman by her wrist and ripped the glove off her hand with his teeth.

"Keep talking."

Then, he overlapped her exposed bare hands and grabbed them. He climbed onto the woman's body, pressing down on the sheets.

"No, don't say it."

But when he opened his eyes, he was lying in his bed.

'Dream?'

Crazy.

He swallowed a curse.

'What a fucking dream....'

A feeling of self-destruction washed over him for a moment, but he worked hard to understand it.

Yes. There are times like this. This is a completely natural phenomenon for healthy men.

Alessandro turned around. He glared at the sleeping woman with a complex gaze.

Something that had never happened in his life until now.

Overly intense, and unpredictable.

A dangerous, beautiful, mysterious, strange, unknown woman.

It was natural to be drawn to these raw materials as she poured out during his youth at the age of twenty.

"Save me, Alex. Then I think I might love you."

When that woman desperately clung to him as if he was the only way to survive, maybe, in fact, he was willing.

If he refuses, she will probably go to Duke Valentino or Brother Largos. She must have hung on, begged, and begged for it.

Like this, just like she is doing to him now.

At that moment, fierce jealousy clawed at his heart.

'You're crazy.'

She again protected him by taking poison prepared by Theodore.

The moment he secretly held the hand of the unconscious woman, everything shattered. He was so embarrassed that a desire he didn't even know existed boiled over.

He wants to touch her.

More, more, more, more.

In response to that eagerness, he heard the sound of something breaking somewhere.

"Falling for a girl is like an accident. The moment you say 'ah', you're screwed."

One day, she suddenly crushed him like a rock falling from a cliff. 

It was an accident.

Sylvien on the left, and Raphael in the right. Which one do you prefer? 😍

Personally, I like Sylvien better 💗💖

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