I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 208

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Sandra turned around. She walked down the hallway very quickly. So it was Danaena who took the medicine.

 

Fortunately, it wasn’t too late yet. Carl was simply supporting the feverish Danaena. But what if something starts? What if something happens? I have to stop it. There’s no way I’ll let Carl get involved with another woman. Absolutely not!

 

“Rumie!” Bang, bang, bang! Sandra knocked harshly on Rumie’s bedroom door. “Rumie, it’s me, Sandra! Rumie!”

 

After a moment, the bedroom door opened. Rumie, in his nightgown, tilted his head slightly. “What’s going on at this hour, Mother?”

 

“Go see Carl.”

 

“What?”

 

“It looks like Carl and Danaena are fighting. Could you go and stop them?”

 

“…” Rumie narrowed his eyes, as if assessing something, and observed her.

 

Sandra grew anxious. He’s suspicious of me. Even though his memory of arguing with Sandra had disappeared. Was it instinctively engraved in him? Rumie had always been wary of Sandra.

 

“If there’s a problem, Father will handle it.” After a brief pause, Rumie answered somewhat coldly. “Do I really have to go at this hour?”

 

“Rumie!”

 

“My wife is sleeping, Mother. Please lower your voice.”

 

Sandra gritted her teeth. Wife my foot. After all, you used to chase Danae Windsor like a dog!

 

“Well, then.” Rumie coldly closed the door.

 

In the end, Sandra returned with no way forward. Tonight, there was nothing she could do. But there are plenty of things I can do from now on. If she borrowed the power of Allice’s biological father, she could separate Danaena from Carl. However,

 

“My free help is over, Sandra.”

 

That man had told her last time.

 

“If you ever think about asking for my help again, you’ll have to pay the price.”

 

He said to pay a price from now on.

 

After some hesitation, Sandra made up her mind. She returned to her bedroom, took out a container of tea leaves from the drawer, and headed to Allice’s room.

 

“Mom? Why are you here so soon? Did you fail?”

 

“Yes. It didn’t go well.”

 

“Hing, what a shame.”

 

“Allice, why aren’t you asleep?”

 

“It’s because of insomnia. I’ll read a bit before bed.” Spread out on the bed were the R-rated romance novels Allice loved.

 

“If you drink this tea, you’ll be able to sleep.” With trembling hands, Sandra brewed the tea.

 

Sandra had consistently given this tea, no, this medicine, to Allice since she was young. But tonight would be the last time. She couldn’t give it to her anymore.

 

“Stop giving that medicine to my daughter Allice.”

 

That was what the man had demanded as the price.

 

“What if I stop? What will happen to Allice?”

 

“Don’t worry about what will happen.”

 

“How can I not? Allice is my daughter!”

 

“If you’re concerned for Allice’s well-being, don’t ask for my help.”

 

I’m sorry, Allice.

 

“Allice. This mom was criticized a lot when I was young.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“They called me promiscuous, pointed fingers at me all the time. Isn’t it funny? Noble men my age keep dozens of lovers and never get that kind of criticism.”

 

“…”

 

“But Carl was different. He never judged me, never criticized me. I’d never met a man like that before. I can’t love anyone but him.”

 

“Wow. That’s an amazing love. It must be fate.”

 

Right. That’s why she must have him. Even if it means caring a little, just a little less for Allice’s well-being. Since Allice is an adult now, it’s okay for me to look after her a little less, right? Swallowing those words, Sandra handed Allice the teacup. “Drink up.”

 

This would be the last medicine she’ll ever give Allice.

 

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“Rumie? What’s wrong?”

 

“It’s nothing.”

 

Ingria, awakened from sleep, stirred. Rumie pulled up the covers for her and went out to the terrace.

 

“It looks like Carl and Danaena are fighting.”

 

Well, it sounded like a lie. Even if it were true, Rumie had no intention of getting involved in their quarrel. Still, I promised to protect Danaena. He’d even told her that he would make her happy if she came to the empire with him. It was all to change Danaena’s mind from becoming a priestess of the Daiana Church and bring her back to the empire. To fulfill the mission his grandfather had given him. That’s why he’d deliberately acted excessively kind and caring. But ignoring it like this left him uneasy.

 

In the end, Rumie headed for Carl Windsor’s room. Knock, knock. “It’s Rumie.”

 

After a moment, the door opened silently. Through the slightly ajar door, Carl was visible. “What is it?”

 

“Is Danaena here?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I heard Danaena is having a problem. Is she alright?”

 

“Well, you see…” Carl sighed, trailing off. “It seems I need your he—”

 

Thud.

 

Carl’s words abruptly stopped.

 

“…?”

 

He stopped talking and just stared at Rumie. It was a strange look. Judging, evaluating, assessing. At the same time, it provoked a peculiar sense of rivalry.

 

“No.” Carl’s lips finally opened again. “On second thought, I don’t think I’ll need your help after all.” With a brighter smile than usual, he grabbed the doorknob again. “It’s alright, you can go back.”

 

What did he mean? Rumie tried to ask more, but the door closed before he could. It was a clear dismissal.

 

Rumie stood still for a moment, then turned away. Carl had said he needed his help, but why had he changed his mind so suddenly? There must really be a problem with Danaena. Now that he knew, he couldn’t just leave irresponsibly.

 

Rumie leaned against a hallway pillar and quietly listened. He could faintly hear sounds from inside the room. Despite not being able to catch the exact words, he could read the mood inside. He must know I’m eavesdropping out here.

 

That was Rumie’s intention. With him standing outside, Carl wouldn’t dare do anything indecent to Danaena. He planned to stay there until he was sure Danaena was safe.

 

How much time passed?

 

“…?”

 

Rumie doubted his own ears.

 

* * *

She’d never felt this way before. Dana was gasping for breath.

 

“Is it very hard?” Carl, seeing her suffering on the sofa, lifted her up and set her on his thigh. Then, as if soothing a sick puppy, he gently stroked her back. “Try breathing slowly.”

 

There wasn’t a hint of lust in his kindness. It was all gentle and bland. However…

 

Stop it. Heat rose along the path of his hand. Something very hot kept building up and burning along that touch.

 

“Are you feeling a little better?”

 

No. I feel like I’m going to die. Everything ached. All her senses were so hypersensitive that even the feeling of Carl’s thigh pressed under her was overstimulating. Even when she’d attended the ceremony in the sanctuary, it wasn’t this intense…

 

This meant… Power is surging inside me. Her strength grew along with her rising lust. Even now, at this moment. Along with the bubbling passion burning like molten lava, her power exploded forth. Separate from the heat running through her body, Dana trembled with omnipotence.

 

Right now, I can do anything. She could see anything, purify anything. Even if that meant…

 

“Dana, there was poison in that water earlier.”

 

Even if that meant Carl Windsor himself.

 

“It’s called Red Arrow. A nasty battlefield toxin. Someone must have targeted me.”

 

Maybe, just maybe, she could purify Carl right now. Last time, she’d been knocked back by his overwhelming lust, but this time, maybe she could do it.

 

The poison was called Red Arrow, wasn’t it? Dana made a note to remember. It was basically a power booster.

 

“If you don’t expel the toxin from your body soon, your mind will be affected.”

 

Dana looked at him, breathless. Carl’s eyes were full of concern.

 

“It’s already pretty hard, isn’t it? Sorry to say, but it’ll only get stronger from now on.”

 

Carl was right. Even his faint breath, the movement of his chest muscles, everything was so stimulating it was painful. But despite the agony, her mind spun rapidly.

 

It seemed like she could purify Carl right now. But Carl wouldn’t just accept purification willingly. He’d always avoided it. In fact, he’d refused any lustful entanglement with her. It was like he had drawn a line of steel between them.

 

“Please forgive what I’m about to say. I don’t want to sully your ears, but…” For him, this situation must be awkward and embarrassing. Still hesitating, Carl continued. “You know I used to be a soldier, right?”

 

Yes. Though she couldn’t imagine how he fit in the army with his personality.

 

“I saw several soldiers poisoned by this stuff. In wartime, circumstances were tough, so the poisoned soldiers…” He paused and averted his eyes from Dana. “T-They took care of it themselves.” He nervously watched to see if Dana understood what he meant. “Um, and then they were somewhat detoxified. So, Dana, you too…” His face turned red, and he stammered. “C-C-Can you do it by yourself?”

 

It took Dana exactly three seconds to understand what he meant, and she clenched her teeth. What are you saying right now?

 

“I’ll go outside and keep anyone from coming in. So…”

 

Dana grabbed his clothes tightly. You’re not going anywhere! Seriously, this man… “Don’t go.”

 

Dana couldn’t let him go. No, she couldn’t miss this chance. She’d never felt this strong before. Who knew when she’d get this power again!

 

“Don’t go, Uncle.”

 

Just as he said, her body was burning up. Even her breath seemed to carry a sweet scent. But her mind was remarkably cold.

 

According to Carl, this was poison. She couldn’t let it go untreated. During the process of resolving it, her lust would only grow, making her even stronger. If she made contact with Carl Windsor in that instant—

 

If I purify him then, I’ll succeed. If she succeeded, Carl had promised to lend her the holy relic. Even earlier, Sandra had witnessed this scene. That meant Dana had succeeded in provoking her too. And that’s not all. With this excuse, she could legitimately try to seduce him. If he gave in, all the better. There’s nothing easier to control than a man destroyed by his desires. So this was the perfect opportunity. A chance that might never come again.

 

“Uncle. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

 

“Re-Really?”

 

“Yes. I don’t know anything about that.”

 

And Carl Windsor would believe it. Because this man—

 

“As expected. Our innocent Dana wouldn’t know about those things…”

 

He was that much of a fool. Just a while ago, his silly delusions annoyed her, but now she was glad for them.

 

“Don’t leave me, Uncle. Doing that alone sounds scary.” Dana clung to his neck, her voice trembling. “I don’t even know how to do it. So…”

 

And now, he’d fall for it.

 

Dana looked up at him with teary eyes and pleaded. “So please show me how, Uncle.”