Killing the Possessor - Chapter 13
“This one.”
A man whose hobby was interrogating and torturing possessors. Even in the original story, he had frequently pressured and tormented the female lead. How is such a person even one of the male leads?
Not all male leads are created equal. A guy who seems like he might kill me is definitely not an option.
“First, the ultimate goal is to marry one of these three—or rather, two.”
Well, if it comes down to it, I could always settle for a contract marriage. After all, I could just divorce after I get the residence permit. There’s no way they’d try to erase me just because I’m an illegal resident after that, right?
But marriage, a serious matter like that, would be impossible to arrange in just fifteen days. I’d try, but the chances were pretty much zero.
Since I only have one life, I needed to carefully weigh my options. The route with the highest chance of survival was my best bet.
“I need to figure out how to renew the residence permit first.”
I scribbled ‘Hongik Ingan’ in my notebook and stared at it blankly. Wouldn’t those who were part of some information guild know about it?
But I also had to consider the possibility that they might not know the renewal conditions. The concept of a residence permit or a long-term visa had never been mentioned in the original story.
“…First, I need to find the female lead.”
After much contemplation, that was the conclusion I reached.
Even though I’d spent more time playing the game, I’d read quite a bit of novels too, regardless of genre.
As a veteran reader, I knew that in situations like this, you always have to find the main character first. I’d never read a possession story that progressed without a meeting with the leads!
“If I meet the female lead, there will surely be new clues.”
First, I needed to find the female lead, and if possible, also take care of the marriage.
To erase any evidence, I ripped up my plan and brought it close to a candle, fueling my determination as I burned it.
* * *
According to the document given by Hongik Ingan, Camilli Mute had a calm temperament and, surprisingly, wasn’t as difficult as I thought.
Of course, based on her behavior at the academy, where she was so uptight that her peers found it hard to deal with her, her personality wasn’t exactly normal.
But considering her background and how her servants treated her, it seemed like she was just missing a few key qualities, nothing too extreme.
While I didn’t have much to brag about in my past, having received similar comments and matured over time in society, I could roughly imagine what kind of person Camilli Mute might have been.
And honestly, if she had turned out any less normal in that household, I’d have thought there was something wrong with her.
“Camilli, it’s unfortunate about the prince, but you’re not that young anymore. Don’t you think it’s time to start looking for another suitor?”
“…”
I had been holed up in my room under the pretext of being sick, so this dinner, the first family meal since the lake incident, was the first time the entire family gathered together.
And the absurd comment I had just heard was the first thing my stepmother, Glinda, said to me.
The first thing you say to someone who’s barely crawled out of the grave?
What was even more ridiculous was that my father didn’t stop her, but instead just nodded along as if agreeing.
“Mother, what are you saying to someone who’s still recovering?”
The words that should have come out were surprisingly spoken by Dante Mute, the only person in this household who wasn’t related by blood, aside from Glinda.
“Camilli, come eat before the soup gets cold. The Alchis fruit is in it; it will help you regain your strength.”
“…”
Dante Mute. Glinda’s son from her previous marriage before she remarried Count Mute.
Even though there wasn’t a drop of blood between us, Count Mute had made him his heir.
Glinda had pushed for this, knowing I couldn’t inherit the title being the daughter of his late wife, and giving it to Dahlia was out of the question due to her overly innocent nature.
Dante Mute was five years older than me and a typical model student who graduated top of his class at the academy. He was described as being friendly to both Dahlia and me, and now, seeing him in person, that seemed to be true.
“…”
But the Camilli Mute I possessed was, in a word, rude. Even to Dante, who treated me kindly, I had no choice but to maintain a cold, indifferent attitude.
