I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 248

“But I will give you a chance.”

 

“…”

 

“The sailing route to the sanctuary, will you hand it over to me with that holy relic?”

 

Demian ground his teeth.

 

Ten years ago, after Carl set fire to the sanctuary’s port, he was banished and never allowed to return. Afterward, their father tried relentlessly to get rid of Carl, but never succeeded. Perhaps he had known a day like this would come.

 

“For what purpose are you doing all this?”

 

“Well…” Carl tilted his head. “To be honest, I’m not entirely sure what it is I want either. But still, shouldn’t something be done about it?”

 

“What?”

 

“That ghost in the ice lake.”

 

The ghost?

 

“We looked down at it together when we were children.”

 

Demian realized. Dana’s real body. He was talking about Yeon Dana.

 

“Isn’t it unpleasant? That thing lying beneath the lake for over two hundred years, manipulating us like this. As if it were a curse passed down through the family line…” Carl seemed unwilling to tolerate even the slightest possibility of it continuing.

 

Demian felt repulsed. Carl had always been like that since childhood. He never listened to others, didn’t follow laws, and didn’t obey orders. It was simply his nature. Self-willed, selfish, thinking only of himself, never bowing or submitting to anyone. Their father used to say about Carl, “Something truly bizarre has been born.” Perhaps that was why Carl was irritated by the mere fact that something in this world could control him.

 

“What are you, cough, planning, to do?”

 

“End it. Whether I destroy her completely, or kill her, in whatever way I must.”

 

Demian could not believe it. Carl was thinking of taking Yeon Dana’s body out of the lake. That was something that must never be done. Because…

 

“Yeon Dana’s body… is the most important seal that binds the seven-headed serpent…” Even as he spoke, guilt flooded him.

 

Yeon Dana’s body had been truly useful. She had become the holy water, a sacrifice, a material, and the keystone of the most important seal. The moment her body was removed, the seal of the seven-headed serpent would break completely, and that enormous, unknown entity would rise to the surface. The world then would become the land of demons.

 

“If you take Yeon Dana out of the lake and destroy her, Dana will die too, and all of us will die!”

 

“Is there any human in this world who doesn’t die?” Seemingly growing tired of the conversation, Carl once again pressed the muzzle to him. “Until that day comes, we should each live according to our beliefs. Since I’ve chosen this path, please hand over the sailing route.”

 

“Even if you kill me, you won’t get the sailing route.” Demian let out a loud, mocking laugh. “All my assets, including the sailing route, are set to pass to Danawin if I die. And if Danawin dies, then to Danae!” His wealth was stored in the Windsor Bank’s most secret vault, protected by ancient, complex, high-level spells. “You might be able to break those spells. But if you do, thousands of curses will rebound onto you!”

 

“…Is that so?” Carl smiled, raising his eyebrows as if he were troubled. He knew that would be an extremely annoying obstacle. “In that case, I’ll have to think of a way. A way for that girl’s inheritance to come to me…”

 

At that moment, Demian knew. He realized it naturally. That Carl was going to kill him. Carl had never intended to spare him in the first place. Ah, so this is it. A pure white realization washed over him. It was this moment. The exact time that, ten years ago, little Dana had innocently prophesied.

 

“You don’t live long!”

 

She was right after all.

 

Demian laughed. Thinking it was the end, laughter was all that came out. “Shall I give you a prophecy, Carl Windsor?”

 

“What is it?”

 

“You too will eventually fall in love with that woman.”

 

“Ah.”

 

“But you will never receive her love, and while suffering under her curse, you will die miserably! Just like me!”

 

“That’s quite the splendid prophecy.” Carl chuckled lightly. “You do realize that was your last will, don’t you?”

 

Bang! The gunshot echoed through the forest. Watching startled birds fly away, Carl sighed.

 

“Father and son cursing me in turn.” Muttering, Carl Windsor stood up.

 

“Commander!”

 

Carl turned around. Soldiers were approaching. They were the ones who had completely wiped out the barbarian criminal hideout under his orders.

 

“Sir, we have carried out all your commands. However, regarding the livestock at the sheep ranch, we were unsure how to handle them…”

 

Half listening to the tedious report, Carl thought. How should I obtain her property? Breaking through those meticulous ancient spells was possible, but dealing with the aftermath would be extremely troublesome. In the end, the way to obtain the inheritance would be… Using the guardian system.

 

Carl holstered his gun and broke into a bright smile. Extremely gentle smile.

 

One of his subordinates flinched and froze. “S-Sir?”

 

“What do you think? Do I look like a good uncle?”

 

“Y-Yes! You look like a good uncle!”

 

“That’s a relief. Oh, and leave the sheep alone. The animals haven’t done anything wrong.” Giving the order, Carl strode forward. His mind worked quickly.

 

“I’m scared.”

 

She cried, saying she was scared of him. If he wants that girl to stop fearing him, he should quit being a soldier. That girl seems like a scaredy cat. Well, she’s so frail and delicate. It’s no wonder she trembles before guns and swords. Even earlier, she was frozen stiff, sobbing, repeating only that she was scared…

 

Ah. Right. Carl stopped for a moment and covered his face with his hand. That girl really was dangerous. Even her face, flushed red up to the back of her neck, crying in such a mess, was no need for it to match his tastes so perfectly…

 

But that was all. Carl soon resumed walking briskly. There wasn’t a trace of hesitation in his steps. He had no intention of being swayed by the woman who was practically the family’s curse, like his father, his brother, and his nephew. They were all fools, letting their heads get controlled by their lower halves, but he was different.

 

After being bitten by the demon of lust in his youth, Carl had learned better than anyone how to control such things. Not feeling desire for someone he did not want was extremely easy.

 

“Let’s head back.”

 

Soon, his new niece would arrive. So he had to prepare. To become the best uncle in the world.

 

* * *

“Viego. Are you okay?” Dana panted for breath. “Are you really okay?”

 

He was not okay. Viego had planted bombs all throughout the mountains. Since he had lured them along one of those paths, he himself had no choice but to be caught in the explosion as well. The debris had struck him, and his back had been burned bright red. But…

 

“I’m fine.”

 

Fortunately, Dana had been in his arms, so she did not have a single scratch.

 

“Viego.”

 

“We’re going to board a ship.”

 

“Viego.”

 

“I’ve prepared an uninhabited island. I stocked enough necessities for us to last several years, so don’t worry.”

 

“Viego…” Her voice trembled with tears.

 

Viego cracked the riding whip and looked down at her. Dana’s eyes were bloodshot red.

 

“Uh, Viego, I, uh, uh.” Her voice shook. “Ah, urgh.” And her muscles convulsed.

 

The madness. Her madness was beginning.