I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 75

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Dana was grateful to Norton. Thanks for telling me the location of the grain storage and the armory, Norton. It turned out to be very useful.

 

“Dana, stay awake.”

 

“Yes.”

 

She needed to stay conscious. Dana forced her eyes open with all her strength. But it was incredibly difficult. Clatter, clatter, clatter, the sound of the horse’s hooves beneath them seemed to fade farther and farther away.

 

Ah, using this power consecutively is really too much… The aftereffects of using her ability to read the future crashed over her. And on top of that, she had dragged this heavy body around to plant explosives in the grain storage, making the exhaustion ever worse. But Dana didn’t regret it.

 

Thank goodness. Thanks to that, they saved the girl. More precisely, Carl was the one who had brought the girl. Without Uncle’s help, it would’ve been impossible…

 

Dana looked down at the girl seated in front of her. The girl was trembling in fear, quietly sobbing.

 

“Thank you for saving me, sob, huhu.”

 

“…Hold on tight so you don’t fall off the horse.”

 

That was the last thing Dana could manage to say. She completely leaned her body against Carl’s chest.

 

“Uncle, I’m so tired…”

 

“Oh dear. Hold on a moment.”

 

Carl halted the horse briefly. Then, using the rope tied to the saddle, he bound their bodies together. From shoulders to chest, waist to pelvis, and thighs, leaving no gap to ensure she wouldn’t fall. They were fixed together like a single body. And strangely enough, an odd sense of stability washed over her.

 

“It may hurt a little, but bear with it. This way, you won’t fall off.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You can sleep now, Dana.”

 

“Yes…”

 

“Every time I think about it, you really are kind. You truly are…”

 

Those words no longer reached her. Dana closed her eyes while leaning fully against Carl, pressed tightly to him. His chest was terrifyingly warm and reassuring.

 

“We have to ensure her premature death.”

 

Is it really alright for the embrace of the person who would kill me to feel this safe…? That was her final thought before darkness overtook her.

 

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The aftereffects of overusing her power were quite significant.

 

“Dana, hang in there a little longer, okay?”

 

Dana’s whole body burned with fever. Half-conscious, she felt the swaying motion of the galloping horse, and the firm sensation of Carl’s body pressed tightly against hers without the slightest space between them. That hazy state continued for a long time.

 

“Dana, try to stay with me, okay?”

 

And the one who cared for her through all of it was Carl Windsor. After riding like mad to a nearby village, he immediately brought Dana to a doctor.

 

“Her vitality is badly depleted. She’ll need rest for quite a while.”

 

“Will she recover soon? What if she dies like this?”

 

“Oh dear, Sir Husband seems very worried. Don’t worry, she’ll recover soon.”

 

“Yes, thank you. And I’m not her husband.”

 

Carl immediately rented lodgings in the village and willingly stayed for several days to nurse Dana.

 

Why did it hurt even more than before? Shouldn’t I become more accustomed to the power the more I use it? In her feverish haze, Dana grumbled inwardly.

 

“Dana, open your mouth a bit, okay?” Carl Windsor carefully fed her rice porridge and wiped her sweat-drenched body. “Poor thing.”

 

Through blurry vision, Dana often looked at Carl’s face. His clear eyes, elegant features, and that gentle face looked utterly incapable of anything evil.

 

“Poor Dana.”

 

As though he genuinely worried about her, genuinely affectionate to her…

 

“Dana.”

 

A mask that was so beautiful it was almost enchanting.

 

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When Dana opened her eyes again, she had arrived at Windsor Mansion.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

“…”

 

Ah. It was her secretary.

 

Dana stared blankly at her secretary’s face before murmuring. “What happened?”

 

“You arrived yesterday.”

 

Lethe skillfully brought a thermometer and checked Dana’s temperature. “Finally, your fever has gone down.”

 

Indeed. Now she truly felt alive again. Dana sat up with a much lighter body.

 

“Lord Carl Windsor brought you back himself.”

 

“I see.”

 

“You must have been very exhausted from the journey to the Kaltusa territory. You had many injuries on your body.”

 

“Ah, right…” Dana let out a hollow laugh.

 

Maybe it wasn’t just using the foresight ability that made me sick. Of course, that ability had certainly drained much of her stamina. But even before that, what Dana had gone through was far too intense. There had been a carriage accident caused by Carl’s terrible driving. She had bled heavily then, and even sprained her ankle. And in that condition, she had kept moving, running, struggling…

 

More than anything, it was mentally exhausting. That insane, murderous village. And because of her murderous uncle. It seemed like all those things had combined to strain her body at once.

 

“Tell me everything that happened while I was out.”

 

At Dana’s order, Lethe immediately summarized everything that had occurred after she arrived at the Windsor Mansion. The moment Carl Windsor returned, he reported the incident to both the Windsor and imperial families. After receiving the report, the imperial family immediately dispatched troops to the Kaltusa territory, however…

 

“Nobody was there?”

 

“Yes.”

 

There was no one left in the territory. Only a few corpses caught in the explosion remained behind.

 

Could it be that the survivors all ran away? Those mad cultists are probably hiding somewhere else, pretending to be ordinary villagers. That thought sent shivers down her spine.

 

Not only that, several old corpses were discovered there. Burnt to death, they were the bodies of citizens who had recently gone missing.

 

So the coachman wasn’t lying… The coachman who had fled, insisting he absolutely could not go there. He had said his close friend had entered Kaltusa territory and disappeared. Tragically, that man had become a human sacrifice.

 

Horrible. And to think they pretended to be such warm, kind villagers.

 

This became a massive incident. Believers worshipping the Moon Goddess had performed human sacrifices and secretly infiltrated and resided within the imperial territory. Naturally, the aftermath was significant.

 

[Cultists Illegally Residing in Kaltusa]

 

[Is the Moon Goddess a Goddess of Barbarism? The Truth Behind Human Sacrifice!]

 

[The Windsor Family That Spread the Moon Goddess’s Faith. Do They Bear Responsibility?]

 

A newspaper company that had secretly obtained information began publishing sharp, aggressive articles.

 

Impressive. I guess they aren’t afraid of the Windsor family. But Dana soon learned the reason.

 

“It seems the newspaper is backed by Marquis Liten.”

 

“Aah, the banker.”

 

Indeed, if it were Marquis Liten who had been humiliated by Dana, he would be grinding his teeth, not missing this opportunity. However, there was no significant impact.

 

[Saintess Danae Windsor Saves a Human Sacrifice Victim]

 

It was because another member of the Windsor family had managed to mitigate the situation.