MPBGS 1

Chapter : 01

I Became a Horror Story After Possessing Someone

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Meow.

The only daughter of Count Lohanson, Evangeline Lohanson, had died.

Officially, it was announced that she died of illness.
But the servants who worked in the Lohanson household could never forget the sight of her pale feet swaying in the wind as they hung from the branch of a fully blossomed cherry tree.

The cherry blossoms that day had been so red and beautiful that their rich fragrance still seemed to linger in their noses.

Or perhaps it was because the coffin had been filled with cherry blossoms instead of white lilies.

Because the cause of death was not something that should spread outside, the funeral was held inside the mansion.

After the ceremony in the annex, instead of placing her remains in the temple, a tombstone would be erected in one corner of the rear garden.
Temples did not accept the bodies of those who had taken their own lives, so there was no other choice.

Those who did not know the circumstances merely praised the count’s love for his daughter and expressed their condolences.

The funeral was modest.

Normally, the funeral of a noble would be splendid and grand even in death, but Evangeline’s ceremony somehow looked shabby for the funeral of a noble lady.

Perhaps because the nobles had been refused visitation under the pretext that the illness might spread, the only ones present were the servants of the mansion and a few knights.

Was it because there were so few guests?

Or because no one cried for the deceased even though it was a funeral?

An eerie feeling drifted through the hall.

Only the priest’s prayer somewhat dispelled the gloom.

The one presiding over the funeral was a priest whose name was not widely known.
His recitation of the prayer and his spotless white uniform made him look devout, but anyone who truly valued honor would not have attended this place in exchange for gold coins.

Once the priest finished the prayer, the ceremony would be nearly over.
All that remained was to close the coffin and place the body into the grave that had already been dug.

A few servants who had been told beforehand to move the coffin were preparing.

That was when it happened.

Inside the silent funeral hall, a rustling sound suddenly rang out loudly.

The priest, who valued his authority immensely, cleared his throat and warned them to be careful before trying to continue the prayer.

But the disturbance grew louder.

The rustling of grass.
The sound of something un-oiled moving as bones knocked together.
The creaking of wood.

Tiny noises gathered together, and by the time people began murmuring among themselves, the priest finally lost his patience, stopped the prayer, and opened his eyes.

Then he saw the cause of the commotion.

Snow-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
Though it looked soft, the strands resembled something closer to threads of spiderweb drawn together than normal hair.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and when her eyelids opened, crimson eyes appeared.

They were not like ruby jewels.

They were the color of a living heart.

Except for those blood-red eyes, everything about her was pure white.
Amid the black mourning clothes around her, she alone wore a white dress, as if she were a being from the other side of the world placed among them.

Quiet.
Cold.
Pale.

The priest finally realized why the small sound he had first heard seemed so loud.

He had been standing closest to the coffin.

Inside his mind, the priest desperately called upon the gods while reciting a prayer.

Unfortunately, it had no effect.

The revived corpse began to move.

She started by bending her fingers, clenching her fists, blinking her eyes, and turning her head—like something that wasn’t human trying to get used to an unfamiliar body.

She looked up at the chandelier swaying from the ceiling, then slowly scanned the people in the hall.

Everyone who met that gaze flinched, covered their mouths, and held their breath.

When her gaze finally landed on the priest, he fully understood their reaction.

It was as if he were staring at a masterpiece painting with real human eyes embedded in it.

And worse—the eyes in the painting were moving and looking straight at him.

To be caught in the gaze of something that should never exist or awaken…

It would have been better to bite his tongue or strangle himself just to escape.

It would have been more natural if a painting had stepped out of its canvas, or if a sculpture carved with a soul had begun pretending to be human.

Compared to that thing, even a puppet dangling from a puppeteer’s strings seemed more alive.

“…What is my name?”

At last, it spoke human words.

The being that had taken over Evangeline Lohanson’s body finished adjusting to her new form and smiled, looking extremely satisfied.

It seems I’ve possessed someone.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a dazzling chandelier.

For the record, it looked extremely expensive.

While estimating the chandelier’s price, I tried to recall how I had died.

My body had always been healthy, so it wasn’t illness.
I didn’t even have a job yet, so it wasn’t death from overwork.
I didn’t get hit by a car while saving an animal or a child either.

I never met a god.
And I didn’t meet any suspicious fortune tellers.

No matter how I thought about it, it seemed like I had simply gone to sleep and then possessed someone.

Possession stories are everywhere these days, but is it really okay to choose someone so lazily like this?

Well… it’s already happened, so it’s not that important.

There’s no point dwelling on my previous life now that I’ve already possessed someone.

What matters is this body.

Maybe the possession was done carelessly?
I didn’t gain any of the original owner’s memories.

Judging from my hands, this body doesn’t seem very young…

Would it have hurt to put me in a younger body while they were at it?

Since I know nothing about the original owner, I guess I’ll just pretend to have amnesia.

My hair is white, and my hands are delicate, so I’m probably a noble.
But I can’t think of any character like this.

Usually you get transported into a book you were reading or your favorite work, right?

But I don’t really have a favorite story.
And the thing I’d been reading lately was a martial arts novel where the Heavenly Demon kept reincarnating.

That’s the most recent thing in my memory, but judging from the chandelier alone, this isn’t a martial arts world.

If I had been transported into one of those, I’d probably already be dead… so this is better.

Alright, this isn’t going anywhere.

When you can’t figure things out alone, you ask for help.

I should try asking that middle-aged guy sitting next to me.

The clothes he’s wearing and the thick scripture he’s holding make him look exactly like a priest.

If I’ve possessed a sickly character, it wouldn’t be strange for a priest to be nearby.
And it would make the amnesia story easier.

Wait… where am I?

I casually looked around.

Then I panicked.

Why are there so many people here?

I had sensed someone’s presence earlier, but everyone in the room was staring at me.

They were all dressed in black, holding their breath in silence.

The fact that I only noticed now probably means I’m not in my right mind either.

I had been distracted by the unfamiliar ceiling and didn’t realize this wasn’t a bedroom.

The ground felt soft so I thought it was a bed… but it’s actually covered in flowers.

Cherry blossoms?
Or plum blossoms?

No wonder I kept smelling something sweet.

…Wait.

The place I’m lying in looks strangely familiar.

Is this… a coffin?

Was I lying in a coffin?

Then… is this a funeral right now?

Is that why everyone is wearing black?

My head started spinning.

Possessing a dead body isn’t uncommon.

Readers tend to feel sorry for the original owner if the body was living well before possession, so stories often make the original person destined to die or already dead.

But still…

Why possess someone during the funeral?

No wonder everyone is looking at me like they’ve seen a ghost!

At the very least, they could’ve possessed me right after death!

This is so lazy it’s almost consistent.

The priest beside me looked like he was about to faint.

Well, from his perspective, a corpse just came back to life.

I should probably fix this somehow.

What should I say?

“Ta-da, you thought I was dead? Surprise camera prank?”

No idea.

I’ll just say something random.

Oh—before anything else, I should ask this first.

“What is my name?”

And since I’m clearly a noble, I skipped the polite speech.

The name of the body I possessed is Evangeline Lohanson.

Yeah… I still don’t know who that is.

It’s already been two days since I possessed her.

On the first day, I was tormented by a priest and a doctor.
On the second day, I focused on gathering information about Evangeline and this world.

Based on my deductions, this is probably a villainess possession story.

Whenever the servants see me, they bow their heads.

If I speak to them, they tremble.

I even saw someone faint after seeing me during a walk.

One young maid even begged me to spare her life before getting dragged away with her mouth covered.

Just how cruel was the original owner?

She should’ve lived more kindly.

And Evangeline has red eyes.

In romance fantasy worlds, only people with rather unpleasant tendencies have red eyes.

They’re usually considered an ominous color, so the character gets abused and avoided.

Then the male protagonist casually throws out something like, “I think they’re pretty,” and the girl instantly falls for him.

And Evangeline is the only daughter of Count Lohanson.

Her mother died early.
The family consists only of the father and daughter.

Their relationship doesn’t seem good.

It’s been two days since I possessed her, and the father hasn’t come to see me once—even though his daughter literally died and came back to life.

Villainess fathers are usually either trash or overly doting.

Unfortunately, this one seems to be the former.

Other than that… I don’t know much.

There’s no fiancé.

In romance fantasy stories, the male lead is often the crown prince, so I checked that first.

But the crown prince of this world is already middle-aged and has two children.

There’s no Northern Duke either.

No saintess. No holy saint.

Actually, all of this is just information I picked up from the maids.

I searched my room hoping to find a diary, but there was nothing.

Even if I had found one, I wouldn’t have been able to read it anyway.

Because I’m now illiterate.

Seriously—what kind of careless possession makes someone illiterate?

I can speak perfectly fine, but I can’t read?

Since I can’t read, I can’t even gather information in the library.

So now I’m apparently going to end up studying a second foreign language—something I never even did in my previous life.

When I told the maid I couldn’t read, she looked completely shocked.

Her eyes practically shook.

But thanks to the convenient excuse of amnesia, she said she’d go buy some alphabet books.

The books will arrive tomorrow.

So for today—

it’s mansion exploration day!