I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 255

The moment she greeted him, all the memories began gathering in one place. It was just like scattered puzzle pieces finally fitting together.

 

“…”

 

Dana realized only one thing. That she wasn’t in her right mind. “Your Holiness. I believe I’m…” She slowly assessed her own condition. “Not mentally sound.”

 

“I am aware.”

 

“…So am I really like that?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I’m sorry about what happened a moment ago. I was mistaken…”

 

“It doesn’t bother me, so there is no need to explain.”

 

Well, that made sense. Yustio wasn’t someone who would bother himself over the actions of a madwoman. To him, it was probably no more significant than a mayfly landing nearby. Too insignificant to even bother waving away. He could simply crush it dead instead…

 

“Your Holiness.”

 

Right. He could have killed me…

 

“Speak.”

 

No. I wish he would kill me…

 

“Is it possible to kill a soul?”

 

At that, Yustio’s eyes sharpened like blades of ice. “Why do you ask?”

 

“…”

 

“Answer me. Why do you ask?”

 

Good question. Why did she ask that? It wasn’t as if Dana put much thought into it. Her words simply just spilled out, like water from a spring. That was because… Because…

 

“When I was Danawin.” As she spoke, Dana realized it herself. “I think I truly wanted to die.” More than any other timeline, the influence of her time as Danawin was overwhelming.

 

I lived too long as Danawin Windsor. How long was it? It felt like nearly ten years. Her mind had been manipulated, turned into their pretty doll. She had lived as a follower of the Daiana Church while under the control of the Windsor men. Rodrigo Windsor. Demian Windsor. And… Viego Windsor.

 

The moment she thought of Viego, heat flared in Dana’s stomach. It was as if someone had forcibly lit a fire inside her. Scorching warmth surged through.

 

Back when she was Danawin Windsor, Dana had often crossed paths with Viego.

 

“Do you like living as a doll?”

 

Viego didn’t control her. Instead, he mocked her.

 

“Wait, you’re not even a doll. You’re nothing more than a dog raised by Father and Grandfather. Get a grip.”

 

He sneered endlessly.

 

“Pick it up.”

 

Then he would tear off a button and toss it to the floor.

 

“With your mouth.”

 

He humiliated her deeply.

 

Dana had thrown herself into danger to save Viego when he was a boy. But that was how he repaid her. I shouldn’t have saved him back then after all.

 

When the radical priest of Daiana Church tried to capture young Viego, Dana couldn’t stand by and watch. That’s why she intervened. And in his place, she was captured and subjected to every kind of torture.

 

Young Viego witnessed those cruel moments with perfect clarity. Until her green eyes became hollow and withered, he saw everything. The price Danawin paid to save him. Yet, far from saving her in return, he became the leader of the Daiana Church and spread its power across the continent!

 

Every single person in the Windsor family is trash. All Danawin’s life, she had been trapped and oppressed by them. It truly had been horrific. It’s a good thing Danawin died. But how did I die again…?

 

The moment that question surfaced, a splitting headache struck the crown of her head. Dana groaned and clutched her head. It hurt. And she had just realized something else. Her memories of the last few years as Danawin were blurry. It was as if someone had forcibly concealed that period, just like a hazy fog shrouding over her mind. Enduring the pain, Dana tried to force her memories out. Someone definitely helped me escape from the sanctuary.

 

At that moment, Yustio, who had been lost in thought, finally spoke. “If you wish it.” His voice was surprisingly low. “I can seal away the memories you experienced in those other timelines.”

 

“…Seal them?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then I’d forget everything?”

 

“That is correct.”

 

“I see.” Dana nodded blankly.

 

To forget everything. Her life as Danawin Windsor and as Danae Geranze. Everything she had experienced in timelines other than the one she currently lived in… If that happened, then this hatred would disappear as well. How would that be any different from forgiveness…? Her chest and soul began heating up. The dullness in her eyes sharpened. Her clouded mind became clear.

 

“No.” For some reason, laughter escaped her. “Absolutely not.”

 

She could never forget these memories. No one had even begged her forgiveness yet, so how could she forget them for free?

 

“I won’t forget anything. I can never forget that person.”

 

“That person?”

 

“My husband.” Dana giggled. Why was it suddenly so funny? “Demian.”

 

Demian. My husband. How infuriating that he died! The moment she thought of him, Dana’s body trembled violently. Again and again, uncontrollable laughter spilled out of her.

 

“I miss my husband so much.”

 

Ah, if she were in her right mind like now, there were so many things she wanted to say to him. Something like, ‘You b*stard. I really hate you,’ ‘A coward overflowing with greed,’ ‘A man with endless pride but no self-worth,’ ‘A pathetic fool who only diligently flaunted his good body!’

 

“Can you perhaps summon the soul of someone who has died?”

 

“Do you miss that man?”

 

“Yes.”

 

She must look insane. But so what? She really was insane.

 

“Normally, souls enter a cycle of reincarnation after death,” said Yustio after a brief silence.

 

Dana caught the implication instantly. “When you say ‘normally,’ that means there are exceptions, right?”

 

“There are cases where souls fall into purgatory, or become wandering spirits unable to depart this world.”

 

“Purgatory?”

 

“It is where souls tainted by true evil go.”

 

“Ah… Demian must be there then…”

 

“No. He would have entered the cycle of reincarnation. No matter how great his sins were, they were judged by mortal human standards.” You stated firmly, “Very few human souls go to purgatory. That place is a prison for demons. Likewise, becoming a wandering spirit is uncommon.”

 

“…”

 

“So let go of the dead. There is no way to see him again.”

 

Dana’s face fell flat with disappointment. So she really couldn’t see him again. The excitement drained out of her all at once. Wait, Rodrigo is still alive. A spark reignited within the ashes. Right, Rodrigo is still here. Viego is still here too. And…

 

“Dana is a wraith that burrows into men of the Windsor family.”

 

Carl Windsor, who called me the Windsor’s wraith, is still alive too! Heat surged through her again. The air smelled sweet, like she was drunk. What a relief. There were still survivors left.

 

“Your Holiness.” Feeling suddenly cheerful, Dana smiled brightly. “We’ve made many deals together over the years, haven’t we? I think we’ve built enough trust between us.”

 

“…”

 

“So, how about joining hands one more time? This will be the final deal.”

 

What is he looking at? Yustio’s blue gaze began at her eyes, slid down her cheeks, and stopped at her chin. Only after something cold dropped onto the back of her hand did Dana realize. She was crying. Well, so what? It didn’t matter.

 

“Your Holiness hates the Windsor family and the Daiana Church, don’t you? Including me, of course.”

 

Yustio knew. That the source of her power was the seven-headed serpent, in other words, a demon. Perhaps she herself was the most detestable existence to him.

 

“I want to bring them down. Please help me. Or let me help you.” It was an offer of alliance. Dana raised her pinky finger. “I promise. After they fall, I’ll disappear from this world completely.”

 

“What do you mean by that?”

 

“I mean exactly what I said. There is an original world where I used to live, and I intend to return there.”

 

“Return?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And if you cannot return?”

 

At that question, Dana smiled brightly. “Then I’ll die for you.”

 

Honestly, that didn’t sound so bad. It was like Danawin whispered seductively in her mind. That she could finally rest.

 

“Don’t worry. I won’t borrow Your Holliness’s hand in something like that. I’ll die in a way completely unrelated to you and disappear for good.” Dana extended her hand, hoping that perhaps her hand might feel a little disgusting to him. “Please stand with me.”

 

But Yustio didn’t take her hand. He didn’t even look at it. Though that didn’t mean he had rejected her proposal.