The Possessed Evil Woman Wreaks Havoc - Chapter 140

The pendant hanging around my neck, Daphne’s pendant, glowed red.

Not only did it glow, but it also emitted a scorching heat that felt like it would burn my chest.

I was momentarily flustered. Why is this necklace doing this?

And at the same time, all the magic I had been gathering near my heart scattered.

Boom—!

A moment later.

With a loud explosion, smoke covered everything.

And after the smoke settled to some degree—

People could see it. The sight of Isabella collapsed on the floor.

***

“Bella.”

I frowned at the voice calling me.

Don’t call me. My eyelids are still too heavy to open.

“Bella, wake up.”

At the voice calling me again, I turned my body to lie on my side.

Still with my eyes closed.

Through my senses, I could feel the ground beneath me was hard. And all around, I smelled grass.

“Bella!”

At the voice shouting my name, I suddenly opened my eyes.

And immediately looked around.

It was a small village.

The village was nestled in a dense forest, and at its center stood the largest tree I had ever seen in my life.

The tree cast its shade over the entire village, and colorful flowers bloomed all around it.

Where is this place?

And why am I here?

I slowly blinked. Then memories poured into my head like a tide.

I met Gabriel. And in the end, I…

“What, did I end up dying?” I mumbled to myself. If not, there was no way to explain this situation.

“Died? There’s no way you died. Haa. Are you still not in your right mind?”

Ah, right. The voice that had been calling me from earlier.

I turned my head toward the owner of the voice.

And saw a small beast sitting on the ground.

It was a familiar creature. However, in my memory, he had boasted a size several times larger than this.

“Nigel?”

I called him with a puzzled voice.

“Did you die too? Is that why you’re here in that form?”

“Why do you keep saying you died?”

“Well, obviously. Look at my hand.”

I held out my hand toward Nigel.

Through my translucent palm, I could see Nigel’s beastly face.

And.

I picked up the strands of hair falling over my shoulder with my fingers.

I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to grab them with my translucent hand, but I didn’t need to worry.

It wasn’t the familiar blond hair I’d gotten used to over the past few months. It was red. My original hair color.

My original body… no, is it even correct to call it a body at this point?

Anyway, it was certain that the seal which had trapped me in Isabella’s body had been broken.

“You’re not dead. But you could say you’re in an in-between state.”

Nigel answered my question. And as soon as he finished speaking, he bit my hand.

“Ow!”

So even after becoming a soul—or something like it—I could still feel pain.

I grimaced and rubbed the bite. “What are you doing?!”

“What about you… what do you take your life for? And what was that letter? It might have been your last words to me, and that’s all you wrote?”

Ah.

I immediately recalled the letter Nigel was talking about.

Just in case something happened to me, I left behind a letter at the ducal residence with instructions on how to return Isabella to her original body, so Nigel could find it.

“And the contents of the letter… Go to Raphael to borrow the Power of Healing to treat Isabella’s possibly injured body, go to Lilith to ask for Isabella’s soul?”

That’s something only you could do. I don’t have any power, you know?

Nigel added one more thing after that.

“How could you think of leaving behind just that kind of letter between us? You could’ve at least written a proper farewell to a friend.”

It seemed Nigel had quite a few complaints about my letter.

“Alright. I’ll definitely include you in my next will.”

“Are you insane? What do you mean, will! If you write something like that one more time, I swear I’ll… damn it, I can’t even say I’ll kill you. Anyway, I won’t let it slide.”

That was the end of the conversation about the letter.

I looked around and asked Nigel, “Where are we?”

“My hometown. Well, you could say it’s the village of the Beastkin.”

“Why am I here… I remember the necklace glowing….”

I searched my memory again.

But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t recall the reason I ended up in this place.

I looked down at my chest. Even in my soul state, I could see Daphne’s pendant hanging around my neck.

Wasn’t this the necklace I wore when I was in Isabella’s body? How is it hanging around my neck now?

I looked at Nigel with eyes full of questions.

Nigel let out a small sigh and began to speak to me.

“There’s a lot I need to tell you.”

Nigel slowly began to choose his words. After a long moment of hesitation, the first sentence out of his mouth was a complete shock.

“Bella, don’t be surprised. Actually, Gabriel is your father.”

Nigel told me not to be surprised, but that was impossible.

Of course anyone—human or demon—would be shocked to hear something so outrageous and absurd.

“That’s impossible.”

“No. It’s entirely possible.”

After that, Nigel briefly told me the secret of my birth.

That I was a being created by mixing the energies of Gabriel and Uriel.

My inner thoughts upon learning the unexpected truth were calmer than I anticipated.

“This might actually be a good thing.”

Wasn’t there something I often said?

That my wish was to commit filial impiety like Gabby. That it was a shame I couldn’t fulfill that wish because, as a demon, I had neither a father nor a mother.

“So now I have a father I can be impious toward?”

“What kind of thought process is that? I mean, it’s good to try to look on the bright side… but still…”

Nigel mumbled something almost to himself.

Then Nigel carefully asked me again, “Are you really okay?”

I nodded.

Demons are good at lying. So of course I’m okay.

At that moment.

“Child, that is a wrong thought.”

A white-haired woman, her hair reaching her waist, appeared through the forest.

She smiled at me and said, “Child. It’s been a while.”

There was no way to guess the woman’s age from her face.

In a way, she exuded a girlish feeling. But on closer look, she also carried the wisdom of an elder.

“Who are you?” I asked the woman.

And child? That was the most humiliating title I’d ever heard.

The woman looked at me and smiled warmly. “You haven’t changed one bit since you were young. Even back then, your unusual temperament worried me. What kind of demon would you grow into?”

“Just answer my question. Who are you?”

“Bella.”

Nigel, who had been listening to our conversation, stopped me.

“She’s our chieftain.”

Nigel whispered in my ear about the woman’s identity.

So she was the Lord of Prophecy, Silia? The last of the Beastkin with Power.

I slowly blinked and stared at the woman.

To my knowledge, this should be our first meeting… yet Silia treated me as if we had been old friends.

Before I could ask, Silia spoke first.

“Child. ‘That thing’ cannot be your father.”

“‘That thing’?”

“Don’t you think he’s truly despicable? One who thinks and acts however he pleases. If your mother had known of Gabriel’s plans, she never would’ve agreed to your birth. Uriel was not someone who feared death.”

“…That kind of angel can’t be my mother either.”

I felt uncomfortable at Silia’s attitude of calling Uriel my mother.

A woman I’d never even seen, who wasn’t even in my memory, is my mother? Nonsense.

“If she heard you say that, Uriel would be so heartbroken. To think the daughter she saved would say such a thing.”

Despite the critical tone, Silia spoke lightly.

“In any case, child. You don’t need to believe what Gabriel says. He’s the very proof that living long doesn’t make one wise.”

Silia poured sharp criticism on Gabriel.