Killing the Possessor - Chapter 7
“No matter how you put it, would you even come if you were in his shoes? You should know your place.”
“…”
As much as I wanted to snap back, I couldn’t say anything because I didn’t know enough. Even if someone was simple and innocent, they’d start doubting me if I said something too ridiculous.
It seemed like Dahlia was enjoying the change in my expression, as she continued, her tone almost giddy.
“Think about what you did. Was it even remotely reasonable? The prince probably doesn’t even want to look in your direction, let alone come to see you.”
“…”
What exactly did I do?
I was burning with curiosity, but I couldn’t just ask outright—it was driving me crazy. I patiently waited for Dahlia’s next words, hoping she might drop even a small clue.
“I still remember it clearly. Smack. That sound still rings in my ears.”
…..Smack?
The ominous onomatopoeia made me anxious. If it wasn’t a clap, there was only one other thing that could make that sound.
“Just give up. There’s no way the prince would come all the way here to see the woman who had slapped him in front of everyone.”
“…”
Oh.
Just as I expected, I pulled the covers up over my head. It was a frantic attempt to hide my shocked expression.
Camilli, you really were something!
But why did you do that?
I silently screamed, blaming the woman who was long gone. How could anyone treat someone else, let alone a member of the imperial family like that?
“Hey, are you crying?”
After I lay there for a while, refusing to come out from under the covers, Dahlia asked in a voice that seemed a little concerned.
“Wait, are you actually crying?”
What is she so surprised about?
It looked like she was about to forcefully pull the covers off if I didn’t respond. After taking a moment to collect myself and calm my runaway thoughts, I pulled the blanket down just below my neck and spoke.
“I’m not crying.”
Although, deep down, I wanted to cry more than anything.
“Ha, what am I expecting.”
After checking my face, Dahlia snickered, as if she found it amusing.
Perhaps at a loss for words, she began to wander around my room, messing with things on the desk. Among them were books, glass crafts, and flowers that gave off a pleasant fragrance.
Of course, none of these things were truly mine, so they all felt strange to me.
I was hoping she’d leave since it seemed like she had nothing else to say. But then, she suddenly leaned on the desk with one hand and, without warning, opened the window.
“Hmmm-hmmm…”
She even started humming a tune or perhaps just making noise as she gazed outside.
Why doesn’t she leave? Maybe she’s doing this because Camilli had pulled out all her yellow hair when she was pissed off?
The off-key, out-of-sync song made my head spin, and just as I was grinding my teeth in frustration, Dahlia spoke up.
“But really, why did you slap him?”
“What?”
“The prince, I mean.”
Dahlia stared at me with bright, curious eyes.
From what I had heard, Camilli and her fought terribly every day, doing all kinds of things, but at least outwardly, Dahlia looked like an innocent, harmless being.
And with that harmless face, she said something even more damaging than before, sending me deeper into despair.
“Why did you slap the prince?”
“…”
At that moment, it hit me. I realized who the person whose body I had possessed was.
Camilli Mute wasn’t just some extra character that wasn’t even mentioned in the original.
She was, in fact, the male lead’s first love.
* * *
“This is a disaster.”
After shooing Dahlia away with a sharp remark, I pulled at my hair and threw myself into embodying Munch’s The Scream. I buried my face in the pillow, muffling my screams multiple times, and after expending all my energy, I finally collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
“Hah, hah.”
When my breathing calmed slightly, I started to recall what I knew about the prince.
One of the three male leads in Saving the Possessor. The prince.
I couldn’t remember his name, but he had rare black hair in this world, and before meeting the female lead, he had a true love.
