I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 95

Was he dumbfounded by her rare act of defiance, or had her insolence left him speechless? Viego said nothing more. He simply turned away from her with a cold expression, as if he had no desire to even deal with her.

 

Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. The thought crossed her mind for a moment. No, I have every right to say at least that much.

 

No matter how gentle and kind an image of ‘Danae Windsor’ projected, she had risked her life to eliminate the fake scripture. And yet he called her vulgar! Even a real saintess would have slapped him across the face for saying something like that.

 

However, it would be a problem if she lost Viego’s favor completely. So she decided to limit her defiance to that much and poured more whiskey into his empty glass.

 

“I only did it because I wanted to hear you praise me, Brother. So please, don’t be angry anymore. I’ll be more careful next time. She added one final remark. “After all, the Windsor family is safe, right? Just as you wanted, Brother.”

 

Of course, she had no idea how long they would remain safe. At least, for now, they were.

 

* * *

The Windsor family formally filed charges against Ignis de Windsor. Accusing him of attempting to kidnap Danae Windsor, they demanded that he be severely punished. Under pressure from the great noble family, the Supreme Court had Ignis thrown into an underground prison despite the fact that no verdict had yet been reached. And Ignis…

 

“Hey, Guard. I’m telling you to put in a visitation request for me.”

 

The guard clicked his tongue. This troublesome prisoner had been asking for the same thing ever since he regained consciousness.

 

“Tell Danae Windsor to come visit me. I’ve got something important to tell her. Huh? Huh? Huuh?”

 

He kept making a scene, demanding that the young lady of the Windsor family be brought to him.

 

“Tell Danae I’m going crazy because I miss her so much, so she’d better hurry up and come see me! Otherwise, I’ll keep screaminggggg—!”

 

Exhausted with his antics over the past few days, the guard informed Danae Windsor of the situation.

 

 

“Here. The young lady of Windsor asked me to deliver this to you.” The guard slid a note through the bars.

 

Ignis snatched it up and read it.

 

[Request denied.

—Danae Windsor]

 

“Haha.” Ignis chuckled. “What a nasty b*tch, really.” Then he weakly leaned his head against the wall.

 

Every one of his plans had failed. And that wasn’t all. His ankle had been completely shattered. After all, he had stupidly taken bullets without even trying to dodge them. He had even been dragged into this prison.

 

Ignis hadn’t put up so much as a single act of resistance. He couldn’t help it. At that moment, he had been in a state of absolute panic. It was probably a side effect of the sleeping drugs. That was what Ignis believed. And this was the result.

 

“The nerves in your ankle have been completely destroyed.”

 

It was a permanent disability diagnosis from the doctor.

 

“You will never be able to stand or walk again.”

 

But that wasn’t the only sh*tty thing that had happened. A note had also arrived from his accomplice in this incident. It was filled with code, but once deciphered, the message essentially said this.

 

[There’s a guard in the prison who had been bribed. Providing assistance would risk exposing our involvement, so no support will be forthcoming. Escape on your own.]

 

The situation seemed hopeless. Yet Ignis felt no helplessness. On the contrary, his mind had never been clearer. It was as though something like a torch blazing in the darkness was setting his entire heart on fire. It was hot, searing, painful, and tingling.

 

Ignis murmured a name that smelled of acrid smoke. “Dana.”

 

Danae Windsor.

 

“Dana…”

 

He would get his hands on that girl. Then he would ruin that pristine face, defile it beyond recognition, and play with her to his heart’s content until he grew tired of her. Ignis ran his tongue over his dry lips. He would torment her with false hope over and over, telling her he would spare her life if she did as he said. Once he finally grew bored of playing with her, he would kill her.

 

Grinning to himself, Ignis spoke to the guard. “Hey, Guard. You have a family? Kids?”

 

“…Why are you asking me that?”

 

“I’m considering whether to spare your life.”

 

At that, the guard sneered. “What could you possibly do in that state? You’ll never be able to stand or walk again for the rest of your life.” He bent down. Facing Ignis through the iron bars, he then mocked him. “Do you understand what that means? You can’t escape, let alone even stand up… Keugh!”

 

Bang! Ignis’s hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the guard by the collar. The guard’s face was crushed hard against the iron bars.

 

“Ugh, keugh, aargh!” It felt like his neck was about to snap. Faced with Ignis’s truly terrifying grip strength, the guard could only struggle helplessly.

 

Ignis easily snatched the keys and gun from the guard’s waist.

 

“What are you doing!”

 

“Let go of him!”

 

Just then, other guards came running. Ignis thrust his arm straight through the bars. Without even looking at them, he aimed his gun and fired exactly five shots without hesitation. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! His shooting was so careless that it seemed as though he were firing randomly into the air. However…

 

“Aack!”

 

All five guards fell simultaneously like marionettes with their strings cut. Ignis had hit them precisely in the shins, disabling them at their vulnerable points.

 

Ignis then spoke in a bored tone. “It’ll hurt, but try to hold back your screams. Anyone who can’t keep quiet will have their head blown off first.”

 

It all happened in an instant. While everyone writhed on the ground, suppressing their screams, only the guard whose gun had been stolen from him spoke up bravely. “Y-You’re doing something pointless. You can’t even stand u—”

 

The guard’s words were cut off. It was because Ignis was slowly standing up! Then, reaching through the iron bars, he unlocked the lock with the key.

 

“Y-Y-Your ankles.”

 

“Yeah, right. It was completely shattered. Hurt like hell.”

 

 

“But I saw it. I saw your ankle all mangled and torn apart!”

 

“I just happen to have good regenerative abilities.”

 

“I just have good recovery abilities.

 

“Mo-Monster…”

 

“Monster?” Ignis burst out laughing, apparently pleased with that word. “Not bad. Then go around calling me that.” He tapped the guard’s temple with the gun. “Tell everyone the Windsor family is a breeding ground for monsters. Tell them the Windsors raise monsters, and I’m a little monster created by the Windsors too.” Pressing the muzzle firmly against the guard’s head, he smiled playfully. “How about it? Will you spread the rumor around? If you do, I’ll let you live.”

 

“U-Understand. Please, just spare my life…”

 

“And you, you were bribed by Danae, right?”

 

The guard’s lips twitched nervously.

 

Ignis chuckled. “Make sure you deliver this message to that b*tch.” He stared intently at the guard, as if Dana was standing right behind him. “Tell her to wait for me, because I’ll be coming to propose to her again.”

 

 

* * *

[Ignis de Windsor Escapes from Prison]

 

[It’s reported that he escaped after taking down dozens of guards…]

 

Carl snorted and folded the newspaper shut. He already expected it. I was wondering why that guy would let himself get caught so easily. His badly injured ankle must have healed completely too.

 

Since this was exactly what Carl had expected, he wasn’t even surprised. However… Dana will be shocked. What to do? Just thinking about the timid Dana being startled made him feel uneasy.

 

It was when he was thinking like that. Carl spotted a man and woman walking through the garden below his window. A young man with a handsome, smooth face, and… Dana?

 

Carl immediately opened the window and plopped down from it. Landing silently, he quickly hid behind a tree.

 

“It’s an honor. I-I never imagined my sculpture would actually be in the Windsor Mansion…”

 

“It’s my beloved piece, Sir Caravaggio.”

 

In an instant, heat rushed to Carl’s head. Her beloved piece? Beloved…? She’s using the word beloved for something as trivial as a work of art? What if that artist got the wrong idea? Honestly, Dana is far too naive. That was why there was no shortage of pesky flies swarming around her, hoping to get their hands on her fortune.

 

Carl remained hidden behind the tree, secretly watching the two of them for a long, long time.