There Are Many Possessors in This Romance Fantasy

39. In this world

After passing the border and leaving the empire, exotic scenery caught my eye.

As the climate changed, I noticed that the clothes of passers-by also changed.

After hiring a coachman at a shop that rents a wagon, Froden, who started moving at high speed, watched the scenery change in an instant.

I threw away the clothes that had become rags from the battle with the witch and bought new ones, but it was awkward because it was a style I didn’t normally wear.

I moved my arms around several times to adapt to the clothes, and then I got used to it a little.

Inside the carriage, Yuni sits meditating quietly to recover her mana, while Elin twitches her body and closes her eyes, muttering.

“…He stretched out her fist there…”

She seems to be reminiscing about her fight with the witch.

When she recalled the battle, cold sweat broke out on her back because of her dizzying memories.

As each of us was spending our time in the carriage, the compass began to vibrate.

When I took out a compass from my chest and checked it, the needle pointing to the direction was spinning round and round as if it had lost its destination.

“This is nearby.”

As for the compass, the needle would spin around if there were strong magical powers or objects that could interfere with it.

Only one compass goes round in search of a witch.

When a sense of direction is lost due to witches’ powerful magic. In the end, N’s compass also extracts her witch’s magic value and guides her, so if the witch’s magic is spread around, it has become useless.

The two women, who had closed their eyes at Froden’s words, opened their eyes and prepared to get out of her carriage.

As the coachman and the horses leading the carriage trembled in the bleak air, they sent them back to the village they came from.

By the time the coachman, who had thanked her as they left, was out of sight, Froden quietly began to explore her surroundings.

“We must gather together and not scatter. If you deal with a witch alone, you will die.”

“…”

“Don’t be so intimidated.”

With no one responding to her own words, like the echo of her never returning, Froden turned her head to look behind her.

Obviously, Elin and Yuni, who had been together until recently, had completely disappeared.

I tried to find out by spreading her magical powers, but the surrounding magical powers got in the way. Even the fog had risen before I knew it, narrowing my field of vision.

“Damn it.”

I got caught up in the witch’s face.

The Countess must have already thought that someone would come looking for her.

Froden reluctantly began to move alone and continue her quest for witches.

“Proden?”

An unbelievable woman appeared before Froden’s eyes.

Fine and well-organized features. Froden knows, although her eyebrows are raised, making her overall impression fierce. The fact that those eyes turn cute like the face of a smiling cat when you’re happy.

The glancing glances were now half-closed, as if embarrassed, and had changed to a softer look. As a blush appeared shyly on her flushed cheeks, she gave a fresh impression.

She looks so lovely with her pursed little lips.

Her hair in natural wavy curls covered her back and flowed down her shoulders.

The combination of a tight black color that gave a point with her frills and pleats and a red skirt that wrapped around her waist and fell plentifully underneath was quite subtle yet suitable. Her top is also tied with a red ribbon as a point.

There was a lovely fiancée shining in the moonlight in the surroundings that suddenly became dark.

“Tina…?”

Everything was the same. Fierce eyes, a sharp nose, small lips and voluminous wavy hair.

Except for one thing.

“You made it this far after all, Froden.”

“Tina, is that you?”

Her calm voice ran down her tongue and squeezed between her lips.

At that familiar voice he had heard over and over again, Froden unwittingly took a step forward.

“Please stop there. Any more movement and this woman’s life is gone.”

It was only then that I realized.

The shy look you saw earlier must have been projected through her memories.

If it was the real Tina, there’s no way she would be looking at herself with her eyes full of emotions like that.

“Is Tina the possessor inside her body?”

But that doesn’t mean she’s too different from Tina to have cognitive dissonance.

“I… I see. I think you can just look at me as the personality of a witch.”

“The personality of a witch. You’re talking as if it were Tina’s other personality.”

“Because the owner of this body is obvious.”

There aren’t enough witches in the possessor, so it’s a new personality this time. Froden looked at her, clutching her throbbing head.

“Is this situation I am seeing a dream?”

“It is real. I was waiting for the countess to come.”

“If it’s a witch’s personality, can’t she blow away the possessed person’s soul with magic?”

He was silent for a while with a dry face at that question. As her silence lengthened and she began to move for her conversation, she opened her mouth.

“Impossible. That person is also a person who was born with a destiny, so I can’t do it in the current situation.”

“How did you come to be? Was it because she became a witch, or did she originally exist and then transformed into a witch?”

“I was born at the same time as I became a witch.”

Anyway, the possessed person is highly likely to know about this witch’s personality.

She told me not to come directly, that she would visit when the time was right, and that she was attacking the witches and killing the victims.

Unreachable by her witch personality, Froden took out Walpurgis.

Infused with magical power, the colorfully glowing letters cleared the darkness and brightened the surroundings.

As soon as she saw Walpurgis, her whole body began to tremble as if the witch’s personality was sharing her knowledge.

“This is the body of your fiancee? Are you crazy? You’re not going to kill her, are you?”

“Tina doesn’t die, so shut up and die.”

Just as she was about to swing her sword, a drop of her blood gushed out of Tina’s throat and flowed.

Froden’s body froze as soon as he saw the blood flowing down her red path.

“I said I would kill this body if you threatened me anymore.”

I didn’t notice the magic that spread around her. Around her neck, an awl made of magical power was already pressing her neck.

“If I had to, I would just stick this awl through my throat. So please stay still.”

Froden calmly took a deep breath and managed her emotions.

“Then what did you come here for?”

“I can see the future with magic. Most other witches are inefficient or unusable, but I am different. You can see the future for a small price.”

The witch slowly began to explain herself.

By the time I was frowning at the boring and long explanation, the main point came out.

“Have you ever thought about what would happen if you killed the Countess?”

It was something she had been wishing for, checking it over and over again.

While killing countless witches, he became convinced of how to lift the curse, and what would happen as a result.

Froden obtained that information at the cost of her witch’s life.

“As the curse on Tina is lifted, the possessor will be thrown out of her body.”

I heard that the causal relationship between curses is complicated, so there are cases where curses that seem unrelated at first glance conflict and create synergy.

A curse that weakens the body and a curse that leaves the soul.

Originally, the curse placed by the Countess is not on the soul, but on the body, so it is normal for the possessed person to remain as it is even if it is killed.

However, all problems are solved by killing the Countess due to the formation of a causal relationship that the curse that makes the soul leave is easily applied because the body is weak.

Even if it wasn’t so, eventually all the witches would have to be killed, so if you kill them, the curse might break before you know it.

“If you kill the Countess, it will affect you too.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Looking at the bewildered Froden, Tina moistened the corners of her eyes and put on a sad expression. Tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks.

“If the countess dies, you die too.”

At her words, which were nothing more than menacing words, Froden huffed and tried to move her step, but she was tied to her magic awl, which tried to pierce through Tina’s fragile skin.

“This is a story that I came to know by reading the future and observing what happened in the past.”

Tina beckoned her and a chair came up behind Froden. Suspiciously, I stared at the design she saw, and Tina made the same chair and sat down.

“The story might be a little long, so I’ll sit down and talk to you comfortably.”

Seeing Tina just staring at her with her mouth shut as if she wouldn’t say anything until she sat down in her chair, Froden couldn’t help but sit down in her chair.

Her satisfied expression passed, and a glimpse of her smile passed.

“The story I will tell you from now on… Is the story of the Countess’s past.”

Sitting in her oddly designed chair, Tina opened her mouth as she straightened her hair, which had turned a color other than her brown.

And the story that came out of her mouth was a shocking truth hidden in this world.