I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 71

At that moment, creak, the door opened.

 

“Time for a meal… Ah?”

 

Natty, carrying bread, froze at the threshold. Inside the room, blood was splattered everywhere. The moment she saw it, she froze stiff.

 

“Ah, ah!”

 

She stumbled backward belatedly, but Carl had already strode up and seized her by the throat. Crunch. Dana watched as Natty’s neck snapped effortlessly like a doll’s. Her lifeless body fell like a rag.

 

“…”

 

The bread rolled out of her limp hand from the dropped plate. But the horror didn’t end there.

 

“C-Crazy!” Norton, who entered right after, screamed. Frantically pulling out a gun, he immediately fired at Carl. “Die, monster!”

 

Bang! But Carl was already gone from that spot. He had vanished without a trace, leaving Norton panicking. Then, Carl, who had been hanging from the ceiling, landed silently behind Norton and snapped his neck without hesitation.

 

Thud. Norton fell without even managing to scream.

 

“…”

 

After that came complete silence. Only blood-soaked breaths scattered through the air. Carl quietly looked down at the corpses surrounding him. “Oh dear.” He muttered as if talking to himself. “I made a mistake.”

 

Dana covered her mouth with both hands and trembled violently. She couldn’t even breathe properly. Mistake? A mistake? Killing Natan was one thing, but Natty too. Calling that a mistake? After brutally murdering three people in an instant, calling it a mistake?

 

“We have to ensure her premature death.”

 

Then what about me? What if he kills me by mistake too? Instinctively, Dana lifted her skirt and reached toward her thigh. Gun, the gun…

 

At that moment, Carl Windsor let out a deep sigh. “Dana.” Slowly, he turned around. His face looked troubled. “Did you see?”

 

“…”

 

“Of course you did. I don’t even know what I’m saying. But why are you trying to pull out that gun?”

 

Dana was startled. How did he know I had hidden a gun there?

 

“Give it to me.” Carl extended his hand, stained red with blood. “The gun. Hand it over quickly.”

 

Click! Dana pointed the gun at him. At the same instant, Carl crushed the barrel with his grip. Even though it happened right before her eyes, she couldn’t follow his speed.

 

“Dana. Such a dangerous thing doesn’t suit you.”

 

Crunch. The barrel of the gun was completely crushed in Carl’s hand, so easily like paper…

 

“Don’t stain your beautiful hands with blood.”

 

Madman. Dana trembled as she muttered that word inwardly.

 

Looking at her with troubled eyes, Carl tilted his head. “But why did you point a gun at me? I’m doing this to protect you.” He stared at her as if piercing straight through her. Though his gaze was as gentle as ever.

 

“I know. It was probably an instinctive reaction caused by panic. This is the kind of mistake spies pretending to be allies would make. So why did you do it?” Then, as if realizing something, he let out a small exclamation. “You heard it, didn’t you?” Carl sighed softly and chuckled. “No wonder I felt uneasy when the door suddenly opened a crack…”

 

“…”

 

“Did you hear it then?”

 

“…”

 

“Tell me. How much did you hear?”

 

It felt like she was suffocating. For the first time in her life, Dana truly realized with every fiber of her being that her life might end at this very moment.

 

“Don’t misunderstand. It’s not like that. Actually, I…” Carl smiled awkwardly and reached his hand toward her. It was a bright red hand, the same hand that had gouged Natan’s eyeballs out.

 

That hand, why is it reaching for me? To kill me? No. No, no, no!

 

“—!”

 

At that moment, a massive wave of dizziness slammed into her head. Dana collapsed on the spot. No, she thought she had collapsed. What’s happening? Her vision suddenly went pitch black, then brightened all at once. What is this? What’s going on? She gasped for breath as she blinked rapidly. Her head was spinning, and her vision was blurry.

 

This sensation… No way. It was familiar. Dana had recently experienced dizziness, nausea, and a sense of living in two timelines. And then…

 

“Attend the ritual and apologize. Got it?”

 

“Aah. So that’s what this about.”

 

The conversation unfolded exactly as she had seen before.

 

Dana slowly took a deep breath and looked up. Her vision cleared, revealing Carl and Natan in the mill. Natan was gripping Carl’s hair. He was alive, with both eyes intact and his jaw properly attached.

 

He’s alive. And Carl Windsor. He hadn’t killed anyone yet, and his hands weren’t stained red.

 

I saw the future again… Dana had caught a glimpse of the future, events that would happen shortly afterward. Sure enough, the same lines from her memory rang out.

 

“So that’s what this about.”

 

“That’s right. If we feed and shelter you, you foreigners should show sincerity!” Natan bared his teeth in a grin and glanced sideways at Dana. “Isn’t that right? Both Carl and your wife.” His eyes gleamed with lust. “You can’t keep the good things to yourselves. Good things should be shared.”

 

“Chief, you shouldn’t look at Dana with such filthy eyes.”

 

“Say you’ll participate in the ritual!”

 

“How about you turn your eyes elsewhere while we talk?”

 

Right after this, Carl’s slaughter began. That shouldn’t happen.

 

There was no need to think any further. Dana sprang to her feet. Then she threw her arms tightly around Carl’s waist. Firmly, so that he wouldn’t become violent. “Stop!”

 

Dana then shouted at Natan desperately and earnestly. “I’ll go to the ritual, so please let go!”

 

Natan’s eyes widened in surprise, then burst into laughter. “Hahahaha!” He then let go of Carl’s hair. “Good, good. That’s the spirit.” He then patted her shoulder. “See you in a little while, foreign couple.”

 

As Natan laughed and left, Natty entered. Her head was still properly attached to her neck. “Here, have some bread. It just came out of the oven, so it’s delicious.” She set down the plate, smiled, then left.

 

After that, Norton greeted them with a sinister look. He, too, was still alive and breathing. “See you at the ritual soon.” He winked. At Carl, he raised his middle finger in insult.

 

With that, the door of the mill closed.

 

“…”

 

Until then, Dana was still clinging tightly to Carl’s waist. A strange silence filled the room.