There Are Many Possessors in This Romance Fantasy - Chapter 11
There Are Many Possessors in This Romance Fantasy chapter 11
The best way is to pick out the soul inside Tina. In the place where the soul left, another soul came in. And if the soul that was originally the owner of the body has not yet been disconnected from the body, the soul that was originally there will naturally come in. Of course, this is hypothetical, but it’s worth trying.
“Is there some kind of magic that separates souls?”
“I told you not to think of magic as a universal tool.”
“I’m disappointed, Tap Juemon.”
“I told you not to use that bastard’s nonsense.”
“Are there any nice rooms?”
Topju, who had been joking around with Froden, kept his mouth shut. Froden saw it and let out a short sigh. If there was a workaround, I would have already told you.
“Are there any experiments related to the soul? Animals, monsters, whatever.”
“If you look for records in the past, you will probably find it. Research related to the soul is banned by the Empire, so there are no related materials these days.”
“Old material is fine. Hand it over.”
It doesn’t matter if it’s a poor study. Now that information about the soul is scarce, I had to gather any information. If it’s to save Tina, I’m not in a position to do anything.
Of course, he plans to continue looking for materials in the past life memory library. The self in the previous life was not interested in such things, but it doesn’t matter. Because all the information that passed by here and there remains as a record. I’m sure there are some helpful resources out there. Should be
Then, I suddenly remembered the story the top owner told me last time.
“You said last time that even if the soul leaves the body, it comes back because it is connected, right? As long as the body is alive.”
“As I said earlier, it is impossible. According to my common sense.”
“It sounds like there is a possibility in the current situation, which is out of the common sense of the tower owner.”
“Even so, it is useless if you cannot take out the other souls inside the body. You can’t pick out the flavors you don’t like and take them out, just like choosing candy for your soul. It’s not easy to take out the soul, though.”
“If you do it wrong, you can also take out Tina’s soul that may be inside her body.”
“And there is an assumption that if another soul landed in that body, that soul might also have a connection with the body.”
Damn it. Until just now, I was so excited that it seemed like a solution would come out any minute. Even if you find out the identity, it is useless if there is no way to solve it.
“Do you have a lot of time?”
At the tower owner’s sudden question, I raised my bowed head. In Froden’s field of vision, he saw the figure of the tower owner holding a lot of things. When did you get it
When it existed as a single sheet, infinitely light paper became enormously heavy when it became hundreds or thousands of sheets. A tower of paper piled up, ringing the floor. There was a strange joy on the tower owner’s face as she leaned against it and looked at Froden.
“I never thought I would do research on things other than magic at this age. You should also eat and see your age. Even if I live a long time, there are many things that I do not know about.”
“Didn’t I say that research into the soul is forbidden?”
“Officially. If you do it secretly, no one will know. Even the emperor is cursing in the absence of the emperor, so what?”
I handed over a book to Froden. The storage magic was applied, so the appearance was relatively intact. Even if the year it was written takes accountability 50 years from now.
“I’d like to sit down right now and help with the research, but I’m leaving for a while because I have work to do. It’s as important as finding Tina’s soul.”
“Because of the Countess?”
“Although he is only in the tower, he is quick to notice the true news.”
“I know because you told me. That level of reasoning still remains.”
A tower owner could have arrived at the truth by combining the information in it, even if he said it in fragments like this. Because he himself did the same and arrived at the truth.
“Be careful. There are not very good rumors going around about the Countess.”
“Rumors are just rumors. I decided not to believe rumors.”
“Ha! Do as you please.”
I waved my hand lightly and greeted the tower owner, who issued a congratulatory order, and came down to the first floor. The Knights and Hadun, who were waiting for Froden in the rest area on the first floor, approached.
“Go back to the duke’s house.”
The first thing that came to my mind when my fever boiled over was the person who loved me. An aristocrat who is open-minded, always dignified, and even noble. He knew how to give, he knew how to love, and he had mercy and kindness. Others may be puzzled when they hear it, but I felt that way.
If I can’t hold on like this and my breath stops. Will the person who only looked at me and cared for me be sad? Will he cry for me? Will you miss me who even my family turned away from?
I think that terrible loneliness can easily turn into terrible selfishness. Because I did. I didn’t show it in front of him, but there were times when I was blinded by his jealousy and almost uttered words. I had a wish that that person would continue to look at me and only love me.
But seeing that person who continues to work hard for only me made me feel very ashamed. He is trying so hard to show himself, but what am I afraid of and not proud of, so I hide my inner feelings and only worry inside?
Yes. Let’s be honest. I like you I love you so much that I want you to look at me. Let’s say it like that let me be honest
The fever showed no signs of coming down. Priests from the temple are taking care of them, but they are lukewarm. Am I mistaken because it hurts so much?
I don’t know how many hours had passed, but the fever started to go down slowly. Thank god. Because it’s not a fatal disease.
I was still tired and it was hard to move. Lying motionless like a corpse, in a hazy consciousness, I chewed on the person’s face, voice, gestures, and accumulated memories. I never got tired of watching it over and over again. My body became cold and hard, but my heart became warm and soft.
I heard someone’s voice vaguely. And my consciousness was cut off there.
After Froden arrived at the duke’s house and finished cleaning up, he headed straight for the study. He said that the soul of a young lady from a parallel world flowed into the tower owner, but he felt uncomfortable. Even if it was a parallel world, it should be similar, but the b*tch inside the young lady’s body was essentially a completely different person.
“Possession, return, body exchange.”
Whenever I had a chance, I started going through the information I had memorized one by one. It was information that could be seen immediately if it came to mind, but I wanted to check it while organizing it by hand.
“The most likely is possession. A parallel world would make sense, but if, like me, you remembered your previous life or your soul flowed in…”
These are not improbable stories. No, you have to think that any absurd story has a possibility.
While thinking about possession, Froden had a memory flashing through his mind. Information that popped up in the library right before meeting the young lady.
Romance fantasy. The story of modern people possessed there.
What if that became a reality? I understood the absurd actions the young lady had taken so far. Even though I was reincarnated from there, I can’t say I don’t have possession.
Froden, who was about to contact the tower owner and deliver this information, paused for a moment and let out a deep breath. You have to calm down. If I bring up a story like this here, there is a high possibility that the tower owner will not only believe it, but will even doubt it.
The swear words I had been holding back came out of my mouth. What should I do?
When I came back after losing consciousness, what I saw was my body moving briskly as if the disease had healed. It was like a dream, perhaps because of my hazy consciousness. Oh, I even dream of wanting to be healthy.
But one day passed, two days passed, and the third day passed. When I went to that person’s mansion and spit out absurd sounds, I finally realized that it wasn’t a dream. I would never say anything like that to that person.
“Please break off the engagement.”
When I saw his shocked face, my heart felt torn as well. When I saw him trying to control his expression and take this position, he unknowingly hit me on the head. No matter how dreamy it was, I knew that if I hit you like this, there would be a blow. If only my hand hadn’t passed through my head.
What the hell is this?