My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone

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Does that match the Prince's handwriting?

Could it be that someone changed the letter?! Who took the letter?

She got goosebumps for a moment. An absurd assumption came to mind.

Could it be her father?

'No, that can't be possible.'

Kanna chuckled. Could it be that her father guessed her plan?

Even if that were the case, would the letter have been rewritten in the Prince's handwriting and even manipulated? For what?

She just laughed. As she walked away, she suddenly caught her eye through the glass window. The scar on the nape of her neck stood out particularly.

"If this is a plot I have planned, then I have thrown myself into Doctor Isaac'ssword. I'm not a very gutsy girl."

It's not that she has a lot of guts. She was just struggling to survive. He disguised nutritional supplements as poisons and sent them to Isaac, and even caught him on purpose and he cut her throat with a dagger.

It was a struggle to survive.

"Let's go home."

It's all over now. Kanna sighed and opened the door to the court. It was already night.

'I'm tired.'

Now that the crisis has passed, all she has to do is go home and get a good rest. Let's take a short break and start again.

Kanna once again realized this clearly.

She must take power. Only then can she survive in this harsh world.

'I thought I just needed the strength to live a normal life without being ignored.'

But no. That was not enough to deal with the sudden crisis.

'But it's okay. If you don't have the strength, you can grow it. Anyway, I like the background. I am the eldest daughter of Addis, and the mistress of Valentino.'

She will strengthen herself by any means necessary. That was the way to protect herself. However...

'Where should I go now?

Suddenly, the steps stopped.

'First of all. I want to go home and rest... But, where is my home?'

Where should sh go? Addis? Valentino?

Then, the carriage stopped in front of her. And then a man gets off.

Why is this man here? A man with dark blue hair and purple eyes reminiscent of the evening sky stood in front of her.

It was Raphael.

His black priest's robe flutters wildly in the momentary wind. Raphael stroked his disheveled hair and frowned.

"What are you doing?"

He spoke calmly to her as she stood there.

"Get on board, Ma'am. I will take you to your destination."

"Me?"

"Yes."

"..."

Why?

Kanna's tired eyes turned to him. She was so exhausted, it looked like she was going to collapse at any moment.

'Could it be that Sylvien ordered it?'

Showing this kind of kindness to his shameful wife who stabbed him in the back?

"That can't be possible."