I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 164

In the deep hours before dawn, Dana strolled through the garden. She was there to meet Viego. Where could he be? According to his aide, he had gone out for a walk in the garden and hadn’t returned yet.

 

Finding him in the garden wasn’t easy. The Windsor garden was excessively vast—if you went in deep enough, it unfolded into a small forest. But Dana liked this forest. The scent of pine trees fills the air. Walking through it, you’d eventually come upon a cozy sheep pasture…

 

Ah, here it is. Yes, this is the place. A long, white wooden fence stretched out. Beyond it, a field and a flock of sheep grazing…

 

Huh?

 

There was a man. A very tall man was gently stroking the sheep.

 

Was he an employee who worked at the pasture? From the back, he looked like a picturesque young man. His smooth white shirt flowed over his broad back, and the silhouette was striking.

 

Then, as the young man turned to the side, she caught a glimpse of his profile. Platinum blond hair fell over his forehead, softly swaying in the early morning breeze.

 

Ah… It took about five seconds before she realized. That man was Viego Windsor. The reason she was slow to recognize him was because it couldn’t possibly be him. It wasn’t just because his bangs were casually down. Nor was it just because of his loose clothing.

 

It was because Viego was petting a sheep with his bare hands, without any white gloves. Moreover, his touch was so natural that the sheep closed its eyes and nuzzled its nose into his palm. Baaa. It let out a contented cry.

 

The scene looked like an illustration from a romantic fairy tale, and that’s why it felt so surreal. A scene where Viego could never be the protagonist.

 

“…”

 

Their eyes met then. Dana was startled.

 

“I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sure why those were the first words that came out, but it felt right. Maybe because she had clearly interrupted his very personal, possibly secret, moment of rest.

 

Viego didn’t reply. He simply took his hand off the sheep and looked at her.

 

“…Brother Viego?”

 

Or was he not? Could he really be someone else who only looked like Viego?

 

Maybe that was true. After all, his shirt was unbuttoned enough to reveal his collarbones, and his sleeves were carelessly rolled up, showing his forearms.

 

Dana had never imagined Viego dressed so sloppily, not even in her dreams. And touching a sheep with his bare hands, no less. He was someone who hated touching things with bare skin because of his obsession with cleanliness. She even started to imagine maybe he had a secret twin.

 

“What is it?” Finally, his lips moved. “State your business and disappear.”

 

“…”

 

So it was Viego, after all.

 

“I have something to ask you. About the letter a year ago, the one that revealed the crown prince’s affair…” Dana’s words trailed off since Viego suddenly began walking toward her.

 

Crunch, crunch. She heard the grass rustle beneath his shoes. It made her tense up. Why? Suddenly? Why is he coming over?

 

When Viego finally stood in front of her, his scent filled her nose. The refreshing smell of pine and a faint aroma of wildflowers. She was startled that such a vibrant, earthy scent could come from Viego. Maybe that’s why her heart fluttered.

 

 

“Your voice is too quiet.” He spoke with a voice as calm as this deep night. “Even the sound of crickets is louder than your voice.”

 

Surely it wasn’t that bad.

 

Dana tried to calm her nerves. “The letter. I was wondering if it was you who sent it.” Perhaps because of his comment about her voice, she spoke with extra force in her throat. “I’m talking about the letter I found on my desk about a year ago. The one exposing Raios’s affair.”

 

It was simple curiosity. Since it would be her last day here, she just wanted to clear it up without hesitation.

 

“That’s right.” Viego readily admitted it, not seeming to have any intention of hiding it.

 

Dana was genuinely curious. “Why did you deliver it by letter? You could have told me in person.”

 

“Because it had to be this way.”

 

“What?”

 

“If I do that, I need to see you and talk to you.” He replied with a delicate, expressionless face, free of any malice. “Just like now.”

 

“…”

 

Ah, that’s right. Viego was always like this.

 

“If you dislike talking face to face with me so much, you could have just left me alone, you know?” Dana glared at him coldly. “Why did you interfere in my business? Didn’t you think writing that letter was a waste of time?”

 

“I found you too pitiful to just stand by and watch.” He spoke in a pure, unoffending voice. Even the moonlight, faintly breaking across his smooth cheek, seemed sacred—it took her breath away. “You were so blinded by your lover that you couldn’t see the truth, so I told you.”

 

“And? Did you just find me too pathetic to watch any longer?”

 

“There were quite a few such moments.” He answered quietly and honestly. “You’re a bother to me.”

 

Dana was dumbfounded. A bother? Why? She hadn’t even bothered him much. On the contrary, she’d spent most of her time avoiding him.

 

“You…” Viego trailed off, looking down at her at an angle. It was as if he were meticulously measuring her. “Asked me.”

 

Dana was captured by that analytical gaze.

 

“If it was okay for you to become my life partner as the deputy head.”

 

“…”

 

At that moment, Dana understood. The joke she’d made back then. That light, offhanded line she’d said with a smile—turns out it had weighed heavily inside Viego Windsor all this time.

 

“Upon thinking about it, I didn’t like it.” And it seemed he had finally found his answer. “So, forget it.”

 

Dana clenched her skirt. No way. “Forget what?”

 

“All of it—the fact that I appointed you as the deputy head.”

 

Her face burned as if she’d been slapped. So he meant to strip her of her position after all. How could he?

 

Dana lost her position as deputy in an instant, just from this short conversation. Of course she didn’t need the position, what she needed was the holy relic. But to be stripped of it so easily…

 

All her effort and time flashed before her eyes. And now, the result she had worked so hard to obtain had vanished like a bubble, just because of a single whim of Viego Windsor. This made her feel empty. If she had planned to continue living here, how devastated would she have felt at this moment?

 

“Fine. Do as you wish.” Her heart felt frozen. Dana glared coldly at Viego. “The Windsor Brother loves so much. I could never love it. In fact, it’s so suspicious and unsettling. Do you realize that?”

 

Viego tilted his head. His platinum blond hair shimmered smoothly above his brow. “Suspicious? What is?”

 

“Are you asking because you really don’t know?” Dana shouted, clenching her fists. “Countless people died on Saint Graves Island. Didn’t you cover it up? I even find it suspicious that the bereaved families of Daiana’s passengers aren’t questioning anything. What kind of comfort did you give them to keep their mouths shut?”

 

All the questions she’d pushed into the corners of her mind spilled out in a rush.

 

“And the men of the Windsor family, they’re all scarily strong, with inhuman recovery abilities. What on earth have you done to make them like that?”

 

It was like a dam had broken. She no longer had any reason to hold back.

 

“Honestly, do you know what I find most suspicious? The sanctuary. The place where I supposedly recuperated—it’s actually a treasure island, isn’t it? What’s really going on there? What are you doing on that island?”

 

“You don’t need to know.”

 

“It’s not that I don’t need to know—it’s that I shouldn’t know, right? Windsor hides so much. How dirty must your secrets be… But you can’t hide a stink forever, you know.”

 

Dana didn’t regret saying something so rude.

 

“They say your mother, Duchess Windsor, spent her life in the sanctuary due to her frail health and passed away there, right? But nobody’s actually seen her. Does she even exist?”

 

If that man could speak like his words are knives all the time, why couldn’t she?

 

“That’s also none of your business.” But none of her words reached even the tips of his eyebrows. “Danae Windsor. You are not a Windsor, nor do you belong with the Windsor.” If anything, Viego only seemed to grow resolute. “I hope you disappear from Windsor as soon as possible.”

 

Suddenly, Dana felt a wave of futility. The strength went out of her lips. What a relief. That was the first thought that came to her. Because today was the last day. The day she said goodbye to Windsor forever. Otherwise, at this moment, that man would have given her unimaginable despair.

 

Still, Dana’s heart ached. His coldness sent a shiver down her spine. The gentleness and innocence he’d shown just moments ago, gently stroking the sheep like the shepherds beloved by God in the Bible, felt like nothing but an illusion. Maybe she really had seen it wrong.

 

Viego nodded slightly. “If you’re done, you may go.”

 

Why? Are you going to spend more time with the sheep? You hate touching people so much that you always wear gloves, but you don’t mind touching animals? She wanted to retort like that, but realizing she didn’t want to say another word, she simply turned away.

 

This would be the last, forever. No need for a goodbye.

 

Dana walked away. Each step felt lighter. She was almost grateful. Because he had made sure she had not a single shred of lingering attachment to the Windsor family. For that, she could only be thankful.

 

That was the final conversation between Danae Windsor and Viego Windsor.