Killing the Possessor - Chapter 66

Well, they say ignorance is bliss. How could she possibly understand the fear of being branded a possessor and imprisoned?

Of course, there’s little known about what life is like after imprisonment. Unless you’re of significant status or your family actively intervenes, you shouldn’t expect special treatment. Most often, the possessors are seen as demons who devour their own flesh and are abandoned, even by their direct family.

Those who are imprisoned as possessors live in constant fear until the irregularly decided execution date arrives. Thankfully, it’s only been about 10 years since executions for the possessors started in Harent, so the number of those executed hasn’t been very high.

But just a moment ago, the princess spoke of the grim news that an execution date had been set again.

“I will look into Miss Dahlia’s case again. If what you’re saying is true, there’s nothing to worry about. Please wait upstairs for a moment.”

If those words were directed at a real possessor, it would have been chilling, but at that moment, they felt incredibly reassuring.

Ren Abyss was a veteran investigator skilled at identifying possessors. In other words, it meant that he was someone who could easily see through Dahlia’s innocence. He was known for unearthing the truly innocent with uncanny precision.

But unlike me, who felt reassured and stepped back, another person looked incredibly uneasy. The princess, who had been silent until now, seized the opportunity and opened her mouth, determined not to miss it.

“Ren, we’re not finished talking yet…”

“Your Highness.”

Before she could finish speaking, Ren responded with an expression so stiff it was hard to believe he was addressing royalty. His voice was firm and resolute.

“Dame Josephine will guide you to the reception room. I will come to see you as soon as I am done.”

“…Understood.”

Perhaps due to his strong stance, the princess nodded quietly with a downcast face, without saying another word.

As we rode the elevator up, I observed the princess’s profile, still indifferent to me. She had a delicate bone structure and a sharp nose, but her face wasn’t overly curved. She resembled the empress more than Wyner, with an Eastern beauty.

Unlike her mother, this princess seemed to be somewhat sympathetic toward the possessors. What kind of story does she carry with her? Why did she come to see Ren in such an agitated state?

Since the princess never acknowledged me, I didn’t get the chance to greet her. Not that I particularly wanted to talk to someone I had just met, so I didn’t mind much.

When we reached the upper floor, the officer named Josephine led the princess to the guest room, and Charlin, the culprit of the earlier situation, took me to another reception room.

“Camil.”

Inside the room, Dante was already there, waiting. He probably hadn’t heard about Dahlia yet. Could he have come out of concern for us?

But instead of greeting him, I turned away. I had something more urgent to deal with than explaining the investigation results to him.

“Sir Charlin.”

The man, who was about to leave right after finishing his task, paused at my call and turned to look at me. His face was full of confusion, and I slowly parted my lips.

“Apologize to Dame Josephine later.”

“…What?”

“Apologize. You just made a rude comment earlier, saying she’d lost her sense after childbirth.”

Charlin’s face was a picture of utter confusion, as if he was questioning whether what he was hearing was real.

“You’re the one who has no sense, so why are you targeting an innocent person? And spouting nonsense like that?”

“Miss, this is really rude. What are you…”

Ha. Charlin scoffed with an incredulous expression. As the atmosphere grew tense, Dante, who had been alternating his gaze between us, approached with a confused look on his face and asked,

“Camil, what’s going on? Why are you asking for an apology?”

“…”

Of course, I ignored him. I didn’t feel like explaining everything to him, and it wasn’t something that involved him.

“What does it have to do with you, huh, Miss? Are you doing this because I touched your sister?”