I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 102

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Bilod Lancaster knew Noah Windsor. His younger brother, Justin Lancaster, had mentioned him before.

 

“Noah Windsor. That guy is pretty prickly.”

 

He mentioned they had been roommates since their freshman year.

 

“But surprisingly, his innocence is kind of cute. He’s a good guy.”

 

That’s what Justin had said with a smile and eyes full of fondness.

 

My brother considered you a friend. So how could you kill him? Just because he bought a painting of your sister naked? You killed him for such a trivial reason?

 

“Drop your weapon!” Suppressing the urge to shoot him dead on the spot, Bilod Lancaster shouted. “Noah Windsor!”

 

The murderer was Noah Windsor. He had fallen right into the trap that Carl Windsor and the police had worked together to set. Noah Windsor had fired a bullet into the head of the cadet who had come to purchase the painting of Danae Windsor.

 

“Stop! Or we’ll shoot!”

 

But Noah didn’t stop. On the contrary, he even fired another shot.

 

Fine. Don’t stop, you b*stard. Bilod aimed his gun at Noah’s head. “We’ll open fire in 3 seconds! 3!”

 

Keep holding that gun just like that.

 

“2!”

 

That’s the only way I’ll be able to kill you!

 

“1!”

 

Noah Windsor didn’t drop his gun. So Bilod pulled the trigger. Bang! The deafening gunshot rang through the cathedral. And then…

 

Huh?

 

Nothing happened. Noah Windsor hadn’t died.

 

“What the…”

 

A police officer watching from the side let out a strange groan.

 

“Why did the bullet end up over there…?”

 

The bullet had lodged itself in a pillar some distance away from Noah, as though it had struck something and been deflected.

 

No, that can’t be. There was no way something like that was possible.

 

Bilod took aim once more and fired. Bang!

 

The same thing happened again. The bullet he had fired at Noah ended up lodged somewhere completely unrelated. But this time, Bilod noticed something. At the very instant he fired, another gunshot had rung out from somewhere else, almost simultaneously.

 

Surely not. An utterly absurd realization suddenly dawned on him. Did someone just shoot my bullet? No, that’s impossible!

 

Gritting his teeth, Bilod carefully aimed at Noah’s head. Bang, bang, bang, bang! He fired repeatedly at Noah, but the result was the same. Every single bullet, without exception, had its trajectory bent away.

 

By then, the other police officers were beginning to realize what was happening as well. There was a sniper who was shooting down the bullets Bilod had fired.

 

“What is this…”

 

Someone groaned in utter horror. Shooting bullets out of the air? They had never even heard of such a thing.

 

“Don’t be afraid! There’s a sniper inside the cathedral! Spread out and find him immediately!”

 

It was just as Bilod shouted, trying to suppress his unease. Bang!

 

“Aack!”

 

A bullet struck the back of Bilod’s hand. His gun fell to the floor with a clatter.

 

That was only the beginning.

 

“Aack!”

 

“Ugh!”

 

Gunshots burst like sparks, and bullets rained down. They struck the backs of the police officers’ hands with pinpoint accuracy, knocking their weapons away.

 

“S-Stop it!”

 

“Where are you!”

 

“Where’s the sniper!”

 

“Hide, aack!”

 

Screams continued endlessly. The police officers fell into a panic. The sniper was aiming precisely at the backs of their hands. Only the backs of the hands holding their weapons. Which meant that hitting their heads would be very easy.

 

It was just as everyone was seized with that fear.

 

“Aaack!”

 

A police officer collapsed, clutching his shoulder. He had been shot near the neck, just below his face. It was a spot where even the slightest miscalculation could have cost him his life.

 

“Aack, aaack!”

 

Was it a mistake by the sniper, or was it intentional? Either way, it was clear that it had served as the signal.

 

“Ru-Run away!”

 

“Get out of the cathedral first!”

 

The police officers began fleeing the cathedral in a panic. They were trying to get out of the sniper’s range, and it was the wisest response in the current situation. However…

 

“Get back here immediately!” Bilod shouted after them. “Where do you think you’re going! Get back here at this instant!”

 

There was no way they would return. Eventually left alone, Bilod gritted his teeth and clutched his throbbing hand. Noah Windsor was watching him as though he were thoroughly entertained.

 

B*stard.

 

That was what finally snapped the last thread of Bilod’s reason.

 

“Who are you!” He yelled toward the hidden sniper. “Who on earth is doing this?! Come out right now!”

 

Even as he shouted, his mind was racing. He had to provoke the sniper. Only then could he detect their presence. The sniper was undoubtedly Noah’s accomplice. Someone who shared Noah’s reasons for being enraged. Right. Someone enraged over nude paintings of Danae Windsor.

 

“What’s so special about the nude paintings that you’re making such a fuss!”

And so, Bilod decided to exploit that very point.

 

“I don’t know what kind of incredible body it is that you’re throwing such a fit over a painting of the naked body! Do you really think she’s a saintess just because people treat her like one?!” Hahaha. He deliberately burst into crude laughter and shouted loudly. “She’d probably be much better suited to working as a courtesan! I’m sure she’d be extremely popular!”

 

It was the next moment. At last, Bilod spotted them.

 

Creak.

 

Up there! Bilod jerked his head upward toward the high ceiling. And then he froze completely.

 

A monster was hanging from the ceiling. No, not a monster. It was a person. The figure, holding onto a giant chandelier with one hand and aiming a gun with the other, was undoubtedly—

 

Ah. Those eyes were burning like wildfire. The moment their eyes met, a murderous intent surged toward him like a tidal wave. Bilod’s mouth fell open. Goosebumps rose all over his body, and his pupils dilated. He thought he had to run, but his legs were rooted to the ground and refused to move. There wasn’t even time to do so. Because the figure had already fired the gun. Bang!

 

I’m going to die. Just as he thought that, someone stepped in front of him. A broad back blocked his field of vision. Staring blankly at that back, Bilod swallowed hard. Thump, thump, thump, his heart pounded violently as if it would shatter his rib cage. He had thought he was going to die. No, he would have died. Without doubt, if this man hadn’t stepped in front of him.

 

“Enough of this.”

 

The man spoke, though Bilod didn’t know whom he was addressing, and slowly turned around. It was Viego Windsor.

 

Lowering his cane, which now had a bullet embedded in it, Viego spoke calmly. “Step back, Inspector Lancaster.”

 

Bilod stared at Viego in a daze. Had he just blocked a bullet with his cane? What kind of cane was sturdy enough to do that? No, was such a thing even possible? Monster.

 

But there was an even greater monster looming above his head. Bilod couldn’t bring himself to look up again. An overwhelming terror washed over him, as though an evil spirit were lurking up there.

 

“I will escort Noah Windsor to the courthouse,” Viego spoke quietly. “So please step back now.”

 

In the end, Bilod Lancaster had no choice but to nod. He didn’t even feel humiliated. His anger had completely vanished. Only fear remained.

 

“Windsors are monsters wearing human skin. Don’t ever recklessly make an enemy of them.”

 

His father’s words from long ago had been right.

 

Monsters. There was no way those people could be human. They were monsters wearing human skin. There was no doubt about it. Monsters pretending to be human.

 

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After sending Carl to the cathedral, Dana headed back to the mansion. Fortunately, Viego Windsor had returned. He didn’t ask many questions. The moment he heard the information she provided, he immediately headed for the cathedral. Thanks to that, Noah Windsor returned safely. To be precise, only his life had been spared.

 

[The Identity of the Murderer Who Killed the Cadets Is Noah Windsor]

 

[The Birth of a Seventeen-Year-Old Murderer]

 

Noah Windsor was arrested. The evidence was too clear. A corpse had even been discovered in his dormitory room. And the corpse wasn’t the only thing found in his room. Someone had been discovered in the bedroom where his former roommate, Justin, had once lived. A man with his tongue cut out, bound in shackles. It was the missing painter, Bazellan Caravaggio.

 

Noah readily confessed to all his crimes. As a result, a fierce trial began in court.

 

“That b*stard must be executed!”

 

The families of the cadets he murdered rose up in protest. They were all prominent noble families, including the Lancaster family, to which the current army commander belonged.

 

“He brutally murdered the cadets!”

 

“He killed my son! He must pay with his own life!”

 

Public opinion leaned toward executing Noah Windsor. He was denounced as a heinous criminal, a madman who had murdered his own friends. However…

 

“Well.”

 

With the emperor currently absent, Crown Prince Raios Geranze, the most powerful man in the empire, reacted rather indifferently.

 

“Frankly, it doesn’t seem like your sons’ lives were that precious either.”

 

“Your Highness!”

 

“How could you say such a thing!”

 

In response, Raios scattered a pile of documents before the bereaved families.

 

“This is…”

 

“Read it. These are the documents submitted by the Windsor family as evidence.”

 

The faces of the bereaved families turned deathly pale as they read the documents. The records detailed how the cadets had been members of a secret clubhouse and had purchased paintings that insulted Danae Windsor.

 

“As you all know, Danae Windsor is my fiancée. And it seems your precious sons were using paintings of my fiancée to satisfy themselves.”

 

As Raios delivered his chillingly sarcastic remark, everyone froze.