Killing the Possessor - Chapter 43
Chapter 3. The Lonely Banana.
The plan went awry.
Even though the chapter started, I realized the female lead hadn’t been possessed yet, and the ex-lover I had thought would be the most likely candidate for marriage was now just a jerk.
“If I raise the affinity to the max, who knows what could happen.”
Sigh… It was frustrating. Even if I raised the affinity with that whiny guy, what could he possibly do with it?
“But it wasn’t all for nothing.”
Yes, there were definitely some gains. My residence permit was extended, so my lifespan was prolonged, and although I couldn’t be 100% sure, I had a vague idea of how the residence permit renewal worked now.
“Exorcising the evil spirit…”
Normally, one can’t deal with evil spirits without divine power. But as a player in this game, I somehow managed to exorcise this time.
“I still don’t even know how I did the exorcising…”
All I did was go back to a moment in my past and say something I wanted to say back then. It’s hard to see how that’s connected to the evil spirit.
But there has to be a link. Right after that, the message popped up that the evil spirit had been exorcised, and the residence permit was renewed.
“But I can’t just keep relying on exorcising them.”
There’s no guarantee that I’ll always be successful at exorcising evil spirits in the future, and besides, the chapters are limited. Residence permit renewal is just a temporary solution; I need to get permanent residency before all the chapters end.
To do that…
“Vice, it’s you.”
The investigator, who might come barging in with a warrant at any moment because of the exorcism, was still out of the question. If the crown prince doesn’t work, I’ll go for the priest.
The last male lead’s name I learned from the information given by Hongik Ingan: Vice. He was an orphan raised in a monastery, where he developed his divine power and naturally followed the path of a priest.
Like a typical male lead, he caught the eye of the Pope early on because of his outstanding talents, and by a young age, he had risen to a high priest position.
Usually, priest characters tend to be kind and gentle, so maybe things will work out easily. If I’m a bit more forward, he might blush and fall for me quickly.
“Since it’s mass today…”
I checked my outfit in the mirror. Of course, I couldn’t wear anything revealing to go to mass.
So, I picked this dress. A muted green dress with a high collar that gave off a touch of sophistication. The puffed sleeves contrasted nicely with the slim waist, which created a delicate, emphasized silhouette.
Finally, I put on the bonnet to match the look and smiled at myself.
Perfect. I’m going for a concept that’s modest yet mysteriously alluring, innocent yet with a provocative glint in my eyes.
“What’s up with you today? Why’re you trying so hard?”
Dahlia, who had been sulking for three days because I didn’t watch her debut, looked at me and grumbled when she saw me come out of my room.
It was nice having some peace for those three days, but it seemed like her mood had lightened up a bit.
I replied with a hint of annoyance,
“I was already pretty.”
“What? Have you lost your mind after meeting the evil spirit?”
I left my sulking younger sister behind and climbed into the carriage. As they say, the darkest place is right under the lamp—Vice worked at the church that people from the Mute family frequently visited.
Camilli, who wasn’t particularly devout, wouldn’t have developed a special relationship with a priest. So, it was highly likely today would be our first meeting.
How should I greet him? What can I say to make an impression? Should I request confession?
While lost in these thoughts, I arrived at the church. After getting out of the carriage, I looked up at the grand white building standing proudly in the middle of the city for a while.
“Whether it’s here or on Earth, religious buildings are always impressive.”
The domed cupola in the center, made of blue bricks, immediately caught the eye, and the intricate reliefs and numerous symbolic sculptures on the outer walls were so finely crafted they seemed made by skilled artisans.
Just counting the columns gave me a sense of how much money must have gone into the construction. I silently expressed my condolences to the hundreds of stonemasons who must have worked on this for years.
When I looked down and focused on the front, I noticed I had fallen behind the Mute family members by quite a distance. Following them inside the chapel, I suddenly became curious about who would be leading the mass.
What if it’s not Vice? Would I have to wander around the church during the service to find him?
