I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 240

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That woman again. Walking down the corridor of the Grand Cathedral, Viego Windsor stopped in his tracks. He suppressed the surge of irritation rising within him.

 

“Hi, Viego.”

 

“…”

 

A woman with long, pure white hair and a gentle appearance was approaching. The woman he encountered every time he came to the sanctuary.

 

Danawin Windsor, the madam of the Windsor family, approached him with a radiant white smile.

 

“It’s been a while. You’ve grown a lot taller.” She approached smoothly, like flowing water, and came to a stop in front of him. “It feels like you get taller every time I see you. How tall are you going to grow?”

 

Well, I’m still in my growth phase. He muttered inwardly but did not bother to answer.

 

At seventeen, Viego was already taller than most grown men, yet he was still growing. Apparently fascinated, Dana stepped closer and looked up at him.

 

“I bet you were tall even when you were little.”

 

“…”

 

“What were you like? I’m curious.”

 

What was he like? He was actually very small. There was even a time he was barely tall enough to reach her waist… But that woman didn’t remember. She did not remember seven-year-old Viego. Nor the fairy tales she had read to him. She remembered nothing.

 

Instead of telling her about those times, Viego took off his military cap and gave a polite nod. It was a formal greeting. But even that seemed to make Dana beam at him.

 

“I’m glad to see you too.”

 

He hadn’t said he was glad, though. Viego just stared at the woman in silence.

 

Ten years ago, during the radicals’ attack, Dana had thrown herself forward to save him. After that, she had fallen into a coma-like state, but fortunately, she woke not long after. They said she had lost her memory. Most believed it was a side effect of the incident. But it wasn’t.

 

Viego knew the truth. Because he had overheard it.

 

“We must make sure she can never run away again.”

 

It was that day’s conversation.

 

“It would be better to drastically lower Dana’s intelligence.”

 

The meeting between his grandfather, Rodrigo, and the researchers.

 

“You mean to make her like a child?”

 

“No. That’s not enough. Even with a child’s mentality, she could still run! We must ensure she can never run again!”

 

Young Viego had held his breath and heard every vile word.

 

“It’s fortunate Demian changed his mind and brought Dana back to us! If she had disappeared like that, I don’t even want to imagine it!”

 

That fear-laced voice.

 

“In any case, turning her into a complete idiot won’t do. When the continent is contaminated in the future, she must undertake the purification journey. At least outwardly, she must appear normal.”

 

“Then?”

 

“We’ll make it so she cannot make any independent judgments.”

 

And there had been cruel delight in Rodrigo’s voice.

 

“Let’s make her an obedient woman who always does what she’s told. A woman who can never refuse anything.”

 

Rodrigo added, his voice ominous.

 

“That way, she would never even dream of running away.”

 

And ten years since then. That woman truly lived that way, as someone who didn’t know how to refuse. As Rodrigo’s finished product. At least, that was how she had been the last time he saw her…

 

Suddenly, Viego grew curious. Does she still do whatever she’s told? Verifying it was simple.

 

Viego removed the badge pinned to his uniform and tossed it to the floor. It rolled away. “Pick it up.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Crawl.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“With your mouth.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Dana lowered herself to the floor and crawled forward. Viego crossed his arms and watched the woman crawl like a dog. She searched along the floor with her mouth, took his badge between her teeth, then crawled back to him. Then she stopped before him.

 

“…”

 

Viego looked down at her, then extended his palm in front of her mouth. Dana gently spat the badge into his hand. He took it and reattached it to his chest pocket.

 

That confirmed her condition. She still did whatever she was told.

 

Suddenly, his throat tightened. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing once. After steadying himself, Viego spoke in a very low voice. “Your bedroom. Is it the same as before?”

 

“Yes, it’s the same.”

 

“I’ll come at dawn. Don’t sleep. Wait for me.”

 

“Okay.”

 

He walked past her. As his boots struck the floor in steady steps, he thought. This coming dawn, he intended to end this never-ending torment once and for all.

 

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“Welcome, Viego. My proud grandson.” Rodrigo greeted him warmly. “So. I heard you graduated early from the military academy and enlisted.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Excellent!”

 

Rodrigo was genuinely pleased. Viego Windsor, his grandson, had grown into a magnificent young man. And it wasn’t merely about his tall and striking appearance. I once thought he was a weak-willed fool.

 

After the attack ten years ago, Viego had changed. No, more accurately, after overhearing their conversation about lowering Dana’s intelligence. From then on, Viego had completely changed, as if he were a different person. He realized that I could do the same to him.

 

Finally, his grandson seemed to feel respect and fear toward him. Or perhaps he revered the power of the Daiana Church’s experiments. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter. Viego had transformed into an outstanding grandson who perfectly suited Rodrigo’s tastes. And now, he was steadily preparing to inherit the Daiana Church.

 

At last, a proper successor has appeared! He looked at Viego in his army uniform with satisfaction. “A man of the Windsor family must have military experience. Remain in the army for a few years, then discharge when you ascend to the position of patriarch.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Windsor was originally a military family. Don’t forget to diligently build your military record.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And… don’t get too close to that brat Carl.”

 

Carl Windsor, surprisingly suited to military life, had performed his duties faithfully. Now he held the position of the youngest army commander and had accumulated numerous military merits, yet Rodrigo still found him unsettling.

 

“What about Noah? He must be six years old now, right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I see. It seems that brat Demian is quite compatible with your birth mother.” Rodrigo sneered.

 

Though Demian was utterly infatuated with Danae Windsor, he was still seeing Viego’s birth mother. In fact, they seemed to get along so well that she had borne him another son.

 

“You must have come together this time. Where is that brat Demian?”

 

Viego lowered his eyes. “He’s probably gone to see that woman.”

 

Rodrigo frowned.

 

There were only two things the otherwise obedient Viego still stubbornly refused to yield on. One, he would never kill or eat lamb. And two, he would never call Danawin his mother. On these matters, he never backed down.