I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 182

Because Raios was excessively persistent, Dana found it unbearably difficult. It felt as if her life was draining away day by day. And yet—

 

“Dana, cheer up.”

 

“Brother Rumie.”

 

“His Highness will regain his senses soon. Don’t worry too much.”

 

Rumie was there to encourage her. He stayed by Dana’s side while she suffered because of Raios, then comforted her.

 

Dana spent more time with Rumie than with anyone else. Then, at some point, she began to notice. Rumie’s deep gaze was secretly watching her. His ears turned red whenever she called his name. The subtle tension in his body when they got close…

 

“Sorry. I’m a bit drunk. Life on the ship meant long periods of abstinence too.”

 

One late night, when Rumie’s feelings for her were discovered, he tried to laugh it off as a joke, as if it was nothing, but it was she who stopped him.

 

“Don’t go, Brother.”

 

“What?”

 

“I want to stay with you tonight.”

 

“…What do you mean?”

 

“Just as I said.”

 

Rumie looked at Dana’s hand clutching the hem of his shirt for a moment, then smiled softly.

 

“Are you trying to use me?”

 

“…”

 

“No, don’t answer. It doesn’t matter.”

 

Use. Was that it? Did she really use him? Did she use him as a refuge, a shield to escape Raios? Or was she truly drawn to Rumie? What’s certain is that on that night, Dana and Rumie developed a deep relationship. And after that, she truly fell in love with Rumie.

 

“You became lovers with Rumie?”

 

But when Raios learned of their relationship, he was not shocked. Like a prophet resigned to a destined misfortune, he just gave a tired smile.

 

“Yeah. I knew that guy would eventually take you from me.”

 

“Stop it. I was the one who approached Brother Rumie first.”

 

Ignoring Raios completely, Dana promised to marry Rumie. But they could not get married. Because—Raios kidnapped me.

 

Throb. Her head started to ache.

 

It was the day before her wedding to Rumie. Raios ruined everything.

 

“I’m not crazy. I’m in love.”

 

She felt like throwing up. Suppressing her nausea, Dana held her head.

 

Her confinement was driving her mad, and Raios was so disgusting that, in a fit of rage, Dana tried to end her own life.

 

Click—the moment she pressed the muzzle to her head—

 

“I’ll die. So put the gun down. Quickly. Please!”

 

At that moment, Raios pointed the gun at his own head to stop her. And Dana—

 

“Then die…”

 

She commanded feverishly.

 

“Hurry up and die.”

 

Bang! For a moment, the gunshot seemed to echo again, and she felt dizzy.

 

Right. Raios really did shoot himself in the head and kill himself… Madman.

 

Dana squeezed her eyes shut. The memory of his shattered head made her nauseous. It was revolting and horrific. And even more horrific was— That wasn’t the end of my life.

 

That wasn’t her only life. Another life existed. Yet only the fact that a previous life existed lingered like an afterimage. She could not remember what that life was like. Everything was blurred beyond a fog.

 

But I’ll remember soon. Even now, memories were starting to come back, one by one. A day would come when everything would become clear.

 

And Raios also had those memories. Perhaps only Raios and she remembered the repeating lives. Only the two of them… Suddenly, a laugh slipped out.

 

So, counting up to this life, how many times has her life repeated? Three times? Four? It was truly absurd. How could something like this happen!

 

Damn it. I’m tired of saying that too. She was sick of being surprised by ‘How is this possible?’

 

I’m fed up with the unknown. She would find out everything. Everything that had happened in the past timelines. For that, I need to use insight quickly and fully. In her experience, the more she used insight, the stronger it became. So she needed to open her third eye as often as possible. It would be her own powerful weapon that nobody knew about.

 

It was then.

 

“…!”

 

Dana’s eyes flew open. Her body was suddenly swept up into Rumie’s arms.

 

“Brother Rumie?”

 

“Yes.” He made her rest her head on his chest. “You look like you have a headache.”

 

“…”

 

“You kept bumping it.”

 

Ah. Only then did Dana realize she had been staggering and hitting her head against the carriage wall all this time. The pain set in belatedly.

 

“Dana, I think you’re exhausted right now. So lean on me and rest.”

 

“But…”

 

Isn’t this a bit too close? Sitting on his thigh, with her face against his chest. Moreover, she wasn’t a child anymore.

 

Sensing her discomfort, Rumie gave a soft chuckle. “It’s okay.” Then, pulling away her sweaty hair, he spoke calmly. “Dana. I’m your brother.”

 

“…”

 

“You can relax and rest on me.”

 

“…Okay.”

 

Dana gazed up at Rumie. Suddenly, she recalled the moments she had loved him in a past life. The affectionate look in his eyes. But the current him, truly— He really thinks of me as his younger sister.

 

Rumie had the face of an overly kind older brother. And he even had a wife now. He had married another woman, not her… Right. Rumie has forgotten not only that time, but all memories of me in this life.

 

Dana gave a bitter smile. Maybe it was for the best. It’s better not to remember painful memories. But contrary to her thoughts, Dana closed her eyes as if running away. Rumie’s kind face, and yet the eyes that saw her strictly as family, were just too awkward to face…

 

“Dana.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Don’t be surprised, but listen.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Rattle, rattle—the carriage shook, but she felt at ease. Rumie’s embrace was always cozy.

 

“When we return to the Grand Cathedral…”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Your fiancé will be waiting for you.”

 

What? Dana’s eyes snapped open.

 

Rumie was smiling awkwardly, as if troubled. “From what I heard from Father, you don’t remember anything from the sanctuary. I’m telling you in advance so you won’t be too surprised when we arrive.”

 

“Who is my fiancé?”

 

“Someone from the Windsor family.”

 

Someone from the Windsor family? What does that… Ah.

 

“I’m going to marry a daughter from the Rolland family.”

 

Now that she thought about it, Viego had once said something like that. Could it be…