I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 253

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The moment she opened her eyes, Dana saw him. Yustio. The man is burning light atop a golden magic circle. Perhaps because she had wandered along, it was hard to comprehend the situation.

 

“Have you come to your senses?”

 

“…”

 

“You have returned to reality.”

 

“…”

 

“Can you understand what I am saying?”

 

No. I can’t understand. I’m not joking. Truly. Information and memories flooded in excessively and mixed together, yet she could not accept a single one of them. Because it was too, far too confusing. Who am I right now? Danawin Windsor? Dane Geranze? Danae Windsor? Danaena Rolland? Who am I now? Where is this place? What timeline is this?

 

In the confusion, Dana looked up at the man. Golden hair, a quiet and solemn face. That person is Yustio Geranze. A man who, in every timeline, is the pope of the Ramun Church. Which meant Danae Geranze and Raios Geranze’s…

 

“Uncle?”

 

Ah, that must be right. Because he reacted immediately. His beautiful golden brows twisted.

 

“Look properly. I am not Carl Windsor.”

 

Carl Windsor? It was a name she had never heard before. Was there such a man in the Windsor family? Ah, right. I remember now. Carl Windsor. The moment Dana repeated that name once more, memory struck her like lightning.

 

Carl Windsor. He was Danae Windsor’s uncle, Danaena Rolland’s first love, and Danawin Windsor’s…

 

“I’ll kill that one.”

 

Suddenly, her breathing grew ragged.

 

He tried to kill her. Carl Windsor tried to kill Danawin Windsor.

 

Her hands trembled. Memories of Danawin, where Carl Windsor was aiming a gun at Danawin’s forehead, rose violently to the surface. It had been truly, terribly frightening. His eyes had looked ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

 

But how did I survive? Someone, surely someone saved me…

 

“Ah.”

 

Dana clutched her head. Throb throb throb. A headache pounded as though hot irons were pressing into her skull.

 

“Ah, ah…”

 

The more she recalled Danawin Windsor’s life, the more it felt as if her head and heart were being crushed. It was hurt, tormenting, and exhausting. Enough to make her want to die.

 

Kill me. Something whispered inside her head. As though it were Danawin’s dying words, cried out to the very end. Kill me. Please. I don’t want to live like this. I’m scared!

 

Growing frantic, Dana hurriedly looked around. Then she spotted a knife on the side table and quickly pushed herself up. She reached out fast, but Yustio suddenly seized her wrist.

 

“What are you doing right now?”

 

“T-The knife…”

 

“What are you trying to do with it?”

 

“To die…”

 

“What?”

 

“To die.”

 

“…” Yustio’s face froze rapidly.

 

“Ah, right. I’m a soul. There’s no way I could die by a knife.” Dana muttered with a dazed face. “If it wouldn’t trouble you, could you kill me instead?”

 

If it were this man, he could do it. This man could touch souls, and even torture them.

 

“I’m troublesome anyway, aren’t I? If someone like me exists in this world, I’m harmful, aren’t I? As you know, the source of my power is a demon. The power of the seven-headed serpent is inside me.” As if possessed, Dana confessed. “I am a far more vicious human being than you think. Time repeats itself, you see, and in a timeline that has already ended, a religious war once broke out because of me.”

 

“Stop.”

 

“You think that’s all? Shall I tell you the evil deeds I committed? The first rotten land, that was my doing. I detonated the black core and corrupted the land.”

 

“Enough.”

 

“Don’t order me around!” Without realizing it, Dana shouted explosively. Blue sparks flew from her eyes. “Don’t… order me…”

 

Don’t. Don’t try to control me. Like them. Like Rodrigo. Like Demian. Don’t manipulate me.

 

“If I want to speak, I’ll keep speaking. Even if it’s something you don’t want to hear, I’ll keep, talking…” Her lips convulsed. “No one can handle me however they please. I…” Dana collapsed as if crumbling apart. Her wrist was still caught in Yustio’s grasp. She sank to the floor like a puppet with only part of its strings cut.

 

“Dana.”

 

A hallucination flickered before her eyes. She could see Rodrigo’s face.

 

“I wish to worship you like a goddess, yet you would betray us and try to leave like this.”

 

That face is trying to tamper with her mind. That b*stard’s face, made even more revolting by how handsome it was.

 

“It cannot be helped. I have no choice but to fill in your immaturity myself.”

 

No.

 

“From now on, Dana, think of nothing. I, and the men of our Windsor family, will do the thinking.”

 

I don’t want to.

 

“You only need to obey well.”

 

Don’t control me!

 

At that moment, a strong force pulled her. It lifted her to her feet, then suddenly scooped her up. A man’s strength, a man’s muscles, a texture fundamentally different by birth, an overwhelming difference in power. Something she couldn’t resist. With revulsion, Dana’s whole body stiffened rigidly.

 

At the revulsion, Dana’s whole body stiffened rigidly.

 

“No.”

 

The body of a man touching hers. Immediately, Demian came to her mind.

 

“Not now.”

 

Demian had always approached her politely and gently, treating her with utmost devotion, like a queen. But that did not mean she had always wanted to welcome him with open arms. Sometimes there were nights she wanted to refuse.

 

“Don’t hold me now.”

 

But she could not say it. Because she could only speak the affirmative words they had programmed into her.

 

“Don’t…”

 

Was it only then that he realized what she was refusing? She could feel the arms holding her tighten, as if surprised, angry, or rather tense.

 

“I swear by the Sun God.”

 

Then a tightly pressed voice fell from above her head.

 

“I will never dishonor you.”

 

She did not believe him. No, she could not believe him.

 

See? Even now, you’re lying me on the bed.

 

“…Liar.” Dana looked up at him with a face full of fear. “You liar.”

 

“That is not true.”

 

“You’re going to do whatever you want.”

 

“I would never—”

 

“…”

 

The man could not finish what he had meant to say. He only let out a deep sigh.

 

From that breath, Dana felt the storm of emotions raging inside him. And then… Without warning, he reached his hand toward her.

 

“I promise that nothing frightening will happen.”

 

His large hand suddenly came down over her face.

 

“So sleep now.”

 

Golden light burst from his hand and seized her vision. And the next moment, darkness immediately rushed in.

 

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Yustio looked down at the unconscious Dana. If he left her alone, it seemed it would only worsen, so for now, he had forcibly put her to sleep, but…

 

A sigh scattered. He had expected something like this. In reality, only three months had passed, but she must have lived through far more time than that. Still, he had never imagined she would be this broken.

 

Dana was not in her right mind. She was terrified of a man’s strength. No, more precisely, she seemed to fear absolute control itself, the kind that could not be resisted. She had likely suffered under oppression for a long time.

 

Yustio did not need to think deeply to know what she had gone through. The trial she endured had been contained in the words she muttered. Surely it had been a hellish stretch of time. That was why—

 

“Don’t hold me now.”

 

She believed he would violate her.

 

“Liar.”

 

She had distrusted his oath that he would never take her body.

 

Suddenly, Yustio’s throat stung. But an even greater sensation struck him harder. It was a shocking truth like a bolt of lightning. The person who had pushed this woman into that hellish time…

 

I did that.

 

It was Yustio Geranze.