SPMB - Side Story Chapter 20

 SPMB - Side Story Chapter 20

My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone

Bang!

 A plate was brought onto the table.

"Eat."

"This?"

"That's rude. Eat."

"..."

“Eat.”

If he doesn't eat it, he's going to kill him. But Orsini felt like he would die even if he ate it.

'What on earth is it made of?'

The color of the stew was terrible like it had been poured with mud, and very suspicious bubbles were rising.

'No, usually there's a twist in cases like this.'

Orsini made up his mind and lifted his spoon.

Maybe there will be a twist that makes it very delicious...

"..."

Gulp. He swallowed with all his might.

After calmly wiping his mouth with a napkin, he put down the spoon.

"Actually, I am..."

Orsini felt nauseous for a moment, but he barely held it in.

"I already ate."

"..."

"I'll just eat from here."

"..."

Perhaps due to his mood, Alessandro looked a little glum. Orsini hurriedly changed the subject, fearing that he might suggest food again.

"I understand you are staying with Sir Claude. Where is he?"

"He lives next door. He's probably gone to the market to sell things by now."

"To sell things...?"

"These days, people have been knitting and making things like scarves and gloves to sell. I bought one too."

He pointed to a piece of rag hanging on the wall.

"I bought it for 200 gold."

"..."

"I got a 50 gold discount."

"..."

No matter how Orsini looks at it, it's a mess...

'Why is this person so sloppy?"

It was absurd. He gets pushed hard for carrots, he's terrible at cooking, and he even gets scammed by his subordinates!

'Did you go crazy because you hurt your head?'

Alessandro Addis was not this kind of man.

He was a person looking down from a high place, not on the same ground, but from a great height.

So Orsini always looked up. This was the only way he could see his father.

But now, it feels like dozens of screws have come loose.

'Right.'

Je realized it very naturally.

'This person is resting now.'

"Because that person has had a hard time. He needs some rest."

It was just as Kanna once said.

Now Alessandro  Addis was taking a step back and resting. From his life, his people, his love, his everything.

"How is your retirement life?"

"As you can see, it's peaceful."

"Peace."

Orsini chanted the words. Peace. Peace....

"I guess you can't have that peace next to Kanna."

A sarcastic remark spontaneously came out.

"Why? Do you feel a little complicated when you're around her?"

"..."

"Or are you like a dog in heat and unable to control yourself?"

Orsini knew it was a pointless quarrel, But he couldn't bear his father's arrogance.

He can take everything whenever he wants, yet you leisurely sit back and retreat...

How can that be?

'If I were you, if I were you...'

He would never do that.

Need a break?

What is so important? What's the big deal when his body and mind become tattered?

Or, because of the public's attention?

What does he need to know? It doesn't matter if he throws stones, curses, or criticizes. He probably doesn't care about his two sons' feelings or the impact his other children will have.

Something like that, something like that, something like that.

They are all worthless in front of Kanna's affection.

But how dare he leave her behind and stay in a remote corner of the country and exchange letters?

"You know what? I saw your letter. And I burned it all."

Orsini said, looking straight at Alessandro...

"It was a letter without much content."

Dear Kanna.

How are you? Is your health okay? I hope you have a good time without any inconvenience. May your life be comfortable.

It was just such simple sentences.

Orsini was so shocked by that trivial letter that it felt like splitting his head.

How can they just exchange greetings?

He could say anything to Kanna.

He would deserve it.

But Alessandro doesn't do it. Nothing.

That detachment, that ease, that confidence, it's so annoying...

Orsinj just wants to kill him.

That man who could have everything Kanna had, but never did.

“Orsini Addis.”

At that time, Alessandro opened his mouth.

"If I were you...."

He said, glancing at the fork Orsini was holding.

"You probably cut my throat with that fork a long time ago."

What?

"I'm sure the artery has been severed by now."

For a moment, his head felt dizzy.

Because it was as if he had read Orsini's thoughts, no, it was as if he knew what he was thinking.

"Since the sea is right in front, disposing of the body will be easy. I'm sure I would have done it without anyone noticing."

"You..... What are you talking about?"

"It's about what you have to do to get what you want."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"It doesn't matter whether you are sane or not."

Alessandro continued quietly.

"If that gives me peace of mind, then of course I will do it." 

The back of Orsini's neck became tingly and numb.

So, has his father declared that he will kill him now?

"But I'm not you."

Alessandro's eyes were fixed on Orsini. But he seemed to be seeing someone else at the same time.

Just like himself in his younger days.

"I am not you."

Orsini clenched his sore fists. After a while, he asked.

"So...... What do you want to say?"

"I'm just curious why you're still putting up with me."

"..."

"You definitely want to kill me."

Alessandro leaned back comfortably in his chair and tilted his head.

"Are you sure you're not confident?"

Orsini's eyes sank at those words.

"That can't be right."

Of course, he can't be sure.

But it doesn't mean he doesn't have confidence. He was a father who seemed absolute when he was young, but...

well. Is that still the case?

The spirit of victory is heating up. Orsini curled his fork and held it. His mouth is slowly drying out.

Orsini grew up always being told that he looked like him. Alessandro Addis is said to be completely similar to Orsini's youthful personality, appearance, and even talent.

So, he never knows.

He might have surpassed him now.

'Should I really get rid of him?'

His father clearly taught him what it means to lose.

If Orsini defeats him, this humiliation will come to an end. He will no longer have to feel like shit like this.

It was then. Alessandro stood up.

"Bring me something to drink."

Then he casually turns his back.

Orsini quietly looked at his back. Completely defenseless. It was like a trap. It seems like he is blatantly luring him...

Orsini willingly fell into that trap.

He got up from his seat. When the table is kicked, the utensils fall noisily. He took advantage of the commotion and rushed in.

Alessandro Addis, to his father. He raised his hand holding the fork. And he took the shot.

"Crash!"

Once.

"Huh!"

Twice.

Orsini hasn't counted since.

On the back of his head and on his shoulders. Several times, dozens of times, the attacks were so fast that the eye could not follow them, so they seemed like mere flashes of light.

"Huh, oh oh......."

Orsini took a deep breath. He then stepped back.

"..."

Alessandro Addis was holding the back of his neck. The red liquid flowed from the cracks of his fingers. It's an expression of disbelief. That was funny...

He must have let his guard down. Orsini guess he didn't know that he was really going to rush at him. Orsini raised an eyebrow at him.

"So you said you were confident."

The next moment. Alessandro Addis' body collapsed.

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