Killing the Possessor - Chapter 20
“I’m tempted, but I’m not into things that get people talking.”
“…”
He stepped away from her, putting some distance between them, then opened the balcony door.
“You seem pretty drunk, so it’d be best if you go back now.”
After calling the butler to take care of her, he left the scene, determined to cut ties with Camilli Mute once and for all.
Although he had said he was tempted, in reality, it was the opposite.
The way she had acted just now had confirmed his long-held suspicions. Unfortunately, she was still just Camilli Mute—nothing had changed. She was no different from the girl he knew 15 years ago.
Or had she forgotten everything? Perhaps, in the end, it was only that one moment, the one that had been etched like a tattoo, that mattered.
He didn’t care anymore. He hadn’t had high expectations, and since he had grown so much, staying in the past wasn’t an option for him.
He wiped her presence from his mind, the lingering attachment gone. He figured he wouldn’t have to care about Camilli Mute anymore.
At least, not until today… until he met her again at Loitri.
“So, did you catch them?”
“I missed them.”
It was an expected answer. Ren chuckled softly and flicked open his lighter. The reddish light of the flame reminded him of the woman’s eyes he had just seen.
“The important thing is that they showed up. At a time when they didn’t have to.”
They had heard an intelligence that the agents of Hongik Ingan were contacting a possessor in Loitri and were laying in wait. But when the sudden appearance of the evil spirit interrupted their plans, they thought they had lost the chance to catch the target.
Yet, unexpectedly, they revealed themselves. They could have simply fled, but instead, they stayed.
“Why did they do that?”
“I had it. Their target.”
It seemed to imply that the target was someone quite important. The voice that elaborated on this was filled with a sense of satisfaction, as though a crucial clue had just been obtained.
“…Are you talking about Lady Mute? But from what I heard earlier, she didn’t seem like a possessor.”
“I broke up with my lover.”
Clearly, she wasn’t unaware of the situation. She must have had some prior information passed along to her. That was one of Hongik Ingan’s specialties—gathering information so effectively that doubts could be easily erased.
“Do you… suspect Lady Mute?”
His subordinate cautiously asked. Given his sharp instincts with regards to possessor, it was clear that he couldn’t just brush off any suspicions, no matter how minor.
Ren responded lazily, still fiddling with his lighter.
“Yes.”
“Did you notice anything suspicious?”
The movement of his thumb stopped suddenly. The bright flame of the lighter flickered out.
“She didn’t recognize me.”
“What?”
“She didn’t recognize me.”
Ren had been in the field, dealing with investigations and interrogations as a member of the Public Security Bureau. So reading people’s expressions and making quick deductions was as easy for him as eating cake.
“I broke up with my lover.”
That sentence carried a lot of weight.
The possessor had some degree of information about the individual they had possessed. Moreover, there was the matter of what had happened at the ball, as well as the fact that the person didn’t even realize that they knew him.
It was possible that the bold actions were done in a drunken haze, and perhaps she couldn’t remember it clearly.
But there was no way she didn’t recognize his face, especially when she had been able to call out his full name, even when drunk.
If this had been the original Camilli Mute, she would have said something like this:
“What are you asking when you know what I’ve been through?”
“The second daughter of the house underwent an exorcism, right?”
“Yes. The evil spirit possessed her briefly, but luckily, the exorcism was successful.”
Ren pocketed the lighter and adjusted his uniform. He then gave a dry command.
“The one who was unconscious wasn’t just her. Narrow the investigation to the Mute house.”
“Yes, sir!”
His subordinate responded loudly, and Ren allowed a small smile to form at the corner of his lips.
Camilli Mute.
He hadn’t expected to become intrigued by the name again.
The difference between the old Camilli and the present one intrigued him. He found himself curious about which version of her would be more interesting.
