I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 271

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It was inside the carriage on the way back. Dana glared at Demian, who was sitting across from her. He was holding a handkerchief over his nose because the moment he saw her wearing this outfit, he had started bleeding from both nostrils.

 

“Be honest. You ruined the dress I brought on purpose, didn’t you?”

 

“As if I would ever do such a thing…”

 

While Demian was subduing that priest, the priest had suddenly coughed up blood. Unfortunately, it had splattered onto the dress she had taken off. As a result, Dana was returning in the uncomfortable clothes the priests had given her.

 

I’m sick of looking at him.

 

It was already late at night. Which meant her personalities were gradually beginning to blend together. Perhaps because the emotions she felt as Danawin were becoming more vivid, just looking at Demian made murderous intent boil inside her.

 

“B-But will those jewels really be enough?” Carefully watching her mood, Demian asked. “I wanted to buy you better gems.”

 

They had just come from a jewelry store where she had purchased several amber-colored gemstones.

 

“Dana? W-Why are you looking at me like that?”

 

“…”

 

“You shouldn’t… look at me like that…”

 

Under her disdainful gaze, Demian’s cheeks began turning red.

 

“Y-You really shouldn’t…”

 

“What exactly is wrong with you?” Dana asked, forcing down her voice. “Why do you get like that every time our eyes meet? Do you have some kind of illness? Or do you just like women that much?”

 

At that, Demian’s ears turned even redder, and the handkerchief covering his nose became redder as well.

 

“I don’t know why I react so sensitively to you in particular. You really are just very, very—”

 

“Enough. Shut up. I withdraw the question. I don’t want to hear it.”

 

Part of her wanted to stomp on what was standing proudly beneath him, but she had a feeling he would enjoy that too, and that made her not want to do it.

 

“How much longer did you say you have left to live?”

 

“Approximately six days.”

 

“I see. Take good care of yourself until then.”

 

“Are you worried about me right now?”

 

“…” The look of bliss on his face irritated her, but she swallowed her curse.

 

Of course I’m worried. I’m the one who has to kill you. Don’t die of old age when your lifespan runs out. You absolutely have to be killed by me. Hiding her killing intent, Dana turned her head away. She was in a bad mood. Not just because of Demian. Ingria Rolland, that awful b*tch.

 

Ingria was a princess of the Lucile Kingdom. Could a princess really get away with that? Was that man her lover on this island? They had said this island was a favorite resort destination of the Lucile royalty. Maybe Ingria’s lover lived here.

 

The moment they returned, Dana would go find Rumie and tell him everything. It was just as she was making that decision. Huh? Rumie?

 

Outside the carriage window, which had briefly come to a stop, a man immediately caught her eye among the streets filled mostly with drunk people. Dana blinked. She wasn’t mistaken. It was really Rumie. Rumie, dressed in the kind of clothes ordinary commoners wore, was standing among the crowd. And beside him stood a woman… When the woman said something, Rumie smiled comfortably. It had been a long time since she had seen him smile like that.

 

Curious, Dana stared intently at the movements of their lips. What on earth were they talking about that made Rumie wear such a gentle expression? Perhaps because of that curiosity, she found herself displaying an astonishing level of concentration. From the looks of it, Rumie was saying…

 

“Then let’s meet there a little later.”

 

And the woman seemed to reply…

 

“Okay, Rumie. You know you have to come without anyone finding out, right? No one can know.”

 

Meeting later tonight? At an even later hour? Could it be an affair? Dana hurriedly opened the carriage door. She moved before she even realized it herself. “Demian, wait here.”

 

“Huh? Dana, wait—”

 

“Wait.” After issuing the one-sided command, Dana jumped out of the carriage.

 

By then, the woman had already disappeared. As though he sensed someone approaching, Rumie whipped his head around. His gaze found her immediately and pierced straight through her. And then he froze.

 

Dana smiled. “Hello, Brother.”

 

Rumie didn’t respond. It looked as though time itself had completely stopped for him.

 

“What are you doing here?”

 

“…”

 

“It looked like you were talking with someone just now.”

 

“…”

 

“Brother? Are you listening to me?”

 

After staring at her silently for a long moment, Rumie suddenly grabbed her forearm.

 

“Ah!”

 

Then, with astonishing strength, he began dragging her away.

 

Where on earth is he taking me?!

 

“Wait a minute!”

 

Rumie didn’t even look back. He dragged her all the way into a narrow alley, shoved her deep inside, and then stood in front of her as though blocking off any escape route.

 

“What’s wrong with you? That hurts!”

 

“What about you?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“What are you wearing right now… no, are you even wearing anything?”

 

Ah. So that was why he was shocked.

 

Now that Dana thought about it, Rumie’s gaze had been fixed solely on her eyes. He couldn’t even bring himself to lower his gaze. It seemed he was deliberately avoiding looking down, afraid he might accidentally see any exposed part of her body. So it was the outfit that surprised him.

 

Why is he acting like this all of a sudden? He had seen her naked before. The very night they set the wedding date… Ah, no. That happened in another timeline.

 

This was bad. Her memories were gradually becoming tangled together.

 

It was at that moment. Daeng, daeng, daeng. The clock tower bells rang. It was the sound announcing ten o’clock at night. A sense of alarm suddenly washed over her. Ten at night. The hour of madness was slowly approaching. In other words, she was steadily becoming truly insane.

 

We can talk later. Let’s go back first. Right. Let’s go back. Ask Rumie to move aside and leave the alley. Quickly. Before I made a mistake. Before that happens…

 

But then…. How much trouble could I really cause, anyway? A scoff escaped Dana’s lips. What exactly had she done wrong that she had to act like a criminal who had broken curfew?

 

“Who was that woman just now?”

 

At the very least, she was going to finish what she came for. Maybe these impulses were surfacing because night was drawing near. Whatever the reason, that was how she felt right now.

 

“She’s someone I know.”

 

“Someone you know?” Dana raised the corners of her lips in a smile. “You just made plans to meet secretly later, and she’s only someone you know?”

 

“…”

 

“Does Ingria know?”

 

“…”

 

“You’re meeting her behind your wife’s back, aren’t you?”

 

But seriously, how much higher was his gaze going to go? Rumie’s eyes had already moved from her eyes to her forehead and now seemed fixed somewhere above the top of her head. Finding it irritating, Dana impulsively grabbed his hand. Then she pulled it toward her and placed it against her cheek.

 

“…What are you—”

 

The instant it touched her skin, she felt his hand tense and shrink back. It seemed he was trying to pull away immediately, but Dana clutched his wrist tightly, almost obsessively. Rumie’s lips parted in confusion. He seemed to want to say ‘What are you doing?’ but it never became words, as though something inside him had frozen.

 

Dana smiled softly. “I’m cold.”