Killing the Possessor - Chapter 6
Finishing my thoughts, I slammed the glass of water onto the side table. I turned my back to the maid and lay back down on the bed.
The voice that escaped my lips was deliberately sharp and cold.
“My head hurts. Leave.”
“Yes, yes, of course!”
As expected, the maid quickly rushed out of the room. She even made sure to close the door as quietly as possible.
Now alone, I let out a deep breath and rubbed my eyes. If I was going to survive, I needed to contact Hongik Ingan as soon as possible.
To do that, I needed to broadcast that I had barely survived death. According to the world’s rules, possession by an otherworlder typically happened when the body’s original owner was near death.
“Since I almost died, they won’t think I look strange for at least a week, right?”
I was willing to endure the pain for a little while, hoping they would come to find me soon.
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However, despite waiting for over a week, there was no sign of Hongik Ingan or anyone else for that matter, except for the people in the mansion.
“Why aren’t they coming?!”
Almost all of the possessors in Saving the Possessor are Korean. It made sense, given the setting that the dimensional rift appeared on the Korean Peninsula.
Moreover, as far as I knew, all the members of Hongik Ingan were Korean.
“Didn’t they call themselves the ‘ppalli ppalli people’? Where did their ‘ppalli ppalli’ mentality go?”
At this point, they might as well change their nationality.
For a whole week, I had been pretending to be sick, lying in bed without moving an inch, singing my ‘sick’ song, and yet, there was no way the top-tier information guild equivalent, Hongik Ingan, hadn’t heard about me.
They were just dragging their feet. Were they hoping to watch me get hauled off to the Public Security?
“How much have I suffered this whole time?”
In a place full of people with paranoid tendencies, always suspecting the slightest slip of the tongue, it’s impossible to flawlessly impersonate someone without proper information—even the best actor couldn’t manage it.
The reason I had succeeded in playing the role was because I had drastically limited the number of people I interacted with under the guise of being sick. Even that was reaching its limit now.
“Hey, are you staying in your room again today?”
Of course, I couldn’t block every visitor. The prime example of this was the one standing before me now.
I let out an exasperated sigh as I looked at the blonde girl, arms crossed, staring at me intensely from the side of the bed.
No matter how hard I tried to avoid everyone else, this one person showed up every single day, without fail. It was honestly getting to be a bit much.
“…Go away.”
“Why are you acting so sick lately? Since when have you been so fragile?”
Dahlia Mute. The first person I possessed, and the youngest daughter of Count Mute.
This half-sister, this loud, incessantly annoying creature, was constantly pestering me. Despite the fact that they didn’t get along, she couldn’t go a day without showing up to mock me.
The first two days, I was on edge, terrified of being found out, but soon enough, I realized my worries were unfounded. The reason was simple:
“If they see you, they would think the sun rises in the east.”
“…The sun always rises in the east.”
Dahlia Mute was a dumb beauty.
And a very big one at that.
“W-What! So what?”
“Enough. You’re making my head hurt, so leave.”
“Why should I? I don’t want to!”
“…”
I honestly had no idea how I’d gotten into a hair-pulling fight with her before.
Was Camilli Mute just as foolish as this? Should I act this childish as well?
At that moment, I suddenly wanted to surrender myself to the Public Security. Ignoring Dahlia with a disgusted face, I lay back in bed. As she stomped around, she seemed to have an epiphany, her eyes widening in realization.
“I know! You’re pretending to be sick so that Prince will come and visit, aren’t you?”
“…What?”
“You sly little thing. You must have had an ulterior motive!”
The mention of the prince made me instantly alert. It wasn’t just the unexpected reference to someone with such a high status. There was only one man in this country who would be called ‘the prince’.
One of the male leads in Saving the Possessor.
I couldn’t quite remember his name, but I knew he was the one with black hair.
But wait—Camilli Mute knows him? And they’re on such friendly terms that he’d visit her in person?
What could their relationship possibly be?
Luna note:
Ppalli ppalli culture is used to describe the fast moving lifestyle of the Korean people, with ppalli meaning quick/fast. It’s usually simplified with 8282 as 8 is pal and 2 is ee (as the raws of this novel actually used).
