Killing the Possessor - Chapter 59
Maybe he read my expression, because he smiled and added something. However, the explanation didn’t make his intent any clearer. If anything, it only left me more confused.
When I narrowed my eyes in silence, he turned the page of the documents and asked another question.
“Before you and your younger sibling lost consciousness, you went to Resjul, correct?”
“What? Oh, yes. We did.”
Resjul is a dessert shop. Before coming here, I had reviewed as many possible questions as I could through Hongik Ingan and had memorized them thoroughly. Although the main reason he called me had a lot to do with the situation at the palace, I figured that the information about the day I was possessed was important, especially since Dahlia had been summoned as well.
“I heard you don’t really like sweets.”
“Well, I don’t mind bread, but I do like chocolate.”
Did he even investigate things like this? I found it unnerving how detailed his questions were. There’s being thorough, and then there’s crossing a line. Why does he need to know my taste in food?
The stack of documents looked much thinner than the one Hongik Ingan gave me.
“Resjul’s signature chocolate contains rum and cherries. Have you tried it?”
“…No.”
“Oh, that’s unfortunate. I think you might like it. I’ll send you a box later.”
What is this? Is this how interrogations go?
Could it be that there’s some hidden intent behind this, like before?
I felt my mind starting to heat up, unable to figure out the other party’s true intent. However, the questions that followed seemed just as trivial.
“What kind of flowers do you like? What types of performances do you enjoy?” At first, I thought he was comparing my tastes and preferences to those of the real Camilli Mute, so I answered earnestly. But the more I thought about it, the more something seemed off.
Technically, the main subject of this summoning was Dahlia, who was possessed by the evil spirit—although it was an unjust accusation. I was just a witness. The questions should’ve been more focused on Dahlia, not me. If he was really investigating the incident at the palace with the evil spirit, he should have asked about that.
“I heard you’re not interested in reconciliation. So, are you accepting suitors?”
…
What is this? It felt less like an interrogation and more like an awkward blind date with someone who made me uncomfortable.
“Um…”
Finally, I gathered the courage to speak. I couldn’t stand this pointless back-and-forth much longer.
“Is this how investigations normally go?”
This was due to the continuous, overly personal questions. However, the timing was terribly off.
“Haaaang!”
It seemed like they’d had enough rest, as the second round began in the next room. Of course, it had to happen the moment that exact question was asked.
Should I scold the couple for being loud enough to break through thick stone walls, or should I blame the building for its terrible soundproofing? I wasn’t sure.
“Ahhh! Ah!”
“……”
“……”
The high-pitched moans that were clearly audible made the man in front of me lose his words. For a moment, a heavy silence fell in the interrogation room. Not knowing how to handle the insane awkwardness, I started fidgeting with my fingers.
Just as I was trying to think of something, a sudden clicking sound broke the silence.
I looked up and saw the man, now fiddling with a lighter, repeatedly flicking it on and off. At some point, he had a pipe in his mouth.
After briefly putting down the lighter, he used a metal rod, presumably a tamper, to gently press the inside of the pipe. Then, he relit it and took a long breath, exhaling a thick, acrid smoke from his lips.
“Interrogation… more like treatment.”
“Huh?”
His completely unrelated response made me frown, and he smiled lightly, taking the pipe out of his mouth.
“The only way to treat someone who’s been attacked by a nightmare demon is through physical union with someone who possesses divine power.”
“……Ah.”
Evil spirits each have their own unique abilities. It’s hard to know all of them unless you’re a trained priest or a member of the Public Security, but like the evil spirits I encountered, they usually fall into specific categories.
One of those categories was the nightmare demon. It’s a well-known evil spirit to the general public due to its strange nature. Some nightmare demons only show nightmares and drain energy, but others can addict a person to s****l pleasure, making it impossible for them to function normally in everyday life.
“Sir Crudi in the next room is currently with the Public Security, but he was a former priest. Because of that, victims of the nightmare demon are typically assigned to him.”
“……”
“Naturally, everything is consensual. We get written consent from the victim while they still have their sanity. Usually, treatment doesn’t take place in the interrogation room, but I suspect the victim had a seizure during the interrogation.”
Honestly, I was curious why something like this was happening in an interrogation room.
