There Are Too Many Backstories in This Possession Novel – Chapter 51

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: TushChen
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I explained the situation to Yuria late at night in the student council room.

When I revealed that Livia was the princess of the assassination guild, Yuria was surprised and asked several questions.

After hearing a brief explanation, Yuria pondered, swinging the end of her legs crossed in the chair.

Yuria slowly opened her mouth by touching the ends of her wavy golden hair with slender fingers.

“…So everything will be fine once the education is complete?”

“Yes. The princess of the assassination guild will be of great help to Your Highness. Of course, she’ll follow my orders, not Your Highness’.”

“You’re talking about breaking a person’s entire personality… Well, if it’s beneficial, it doesn’t matter who it is. And you’re my knight. What’s yours is also mine.”

Perhaps someone who didn’t know Yuria well would have thought this was her cold, dictatorial side.

However, to me, who had just seen Yuria holding back tears and breathing heavily in my arms, it looked like a mask.

It was only an attempt to desperately hide her weak side.

So someday, I’d break it and make her cry messily in my arms…

Ha.

I stopped the creepy thought that was naturally flowing.

Am I crazy?

Maybe I had immersed myself too much.

Or was this side of me always there?

No, at least in my previous life, I think I was just ordinary.

‘If there’s a cause…’

I recalled the pretty girl smiling foolishly at me.

‘It must be Nias.’

While creating a version of myself that tormented Nias, perhaps I had been immersed in this relationship longer than I thought.

That’s why I immersed myself more deeply in making Livia a good child.

‘When did I become this twisted?’

No, not twisted, but crazy.

I corrected my own thoughts and exhaled deeply.

After gaining Yuria’s understanding and leaving, I devoted myself to formulating the next plan.

It was to hide the complicated feelings in my heart.

Come to think of it, I already told many lies.

It seemed I had become accustomed to lying without realizing it.

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Time passed, and it was the 7th day of Livia’s confinement.

I slowly descended to the basement, which had now become familiar.

What Livia needed was discipline.

The masks remaining on Livia were probably one or two.

They would be shattered entirely today.

‘Actually, I had hoped she would hate it.’

I recalled Livia’s voice, which touched my ear.

‘Me too, Senior.’

Those words, almost like crying due to the moisture in them, had been clinging to my ears constantly.

‘It’s probably too late already.’

I had no choice but to make Livia love me differently.

For that, I had to break all the masks after all.

And the last remaining mask probably wouldn’t be very cooperative with me.

Clank.

When I opened the door, I saw Livia lying on the bed, free from the chair.

Livia was wrapped in a blanket, trembling finely.

She looked as if she was shivering from extreme cold.

“Livia.”

I sat beside Livia and ran my hand through her azure hair.

Livia glared at me, biting her lower lip.

As if she would bite my neck if I let my guard down, even though she was powerless now.

Cold, bleak eyes.

This alone was enough to know.

As expected, the mask that was resisting until the end was that one.

The ‘cold assassin’ mask.

It was the name of the mask that was formed first, settled in Livia’s inner self first, and dominated all other masks.

“Aren’t you cold?”

I whispered slowly beside Livia.

Seeing the corners of my mouth lift slightly, Livia spat out as if she hated me.

“Just because the other masks all bowed their heads to you… just because that was their wish.”

Livia curled up her trembling body even more.

It looked as if she believed that if she did so, spines would grow on her back to protect her.

“Don’t think I’ll do the same. It’s disgusting.”

Livia spoke coldly and turned her head away sharply.

Yet she couldn’t stop her trembling body; the weak tremors continued.

It was a pitiful level of stubbornness.

Livia wasn’t pretending to be cold; she was freezing.

I had set it up so that the temperature would change according to the psychological state of the one being educated unless the owner of this room allowed it.

That’s why Livia seemed to be feeling cold. It meant she felt lonely and struggling.

Of course, this was a psychological cold, so the actual temperature of the room didn’t drop.

I opened my mouth, wondering when she would cling to me and crave warmth.

“Now, is there any need to maintain that mask?”

Livia didn’t respond to my question.

She only curled up her body to gather what little warmth remained.

Of course, that psychological cold wouldn’t be resolved by doing so.

“Livia.”

She slowly moved her head at her name being called softly.

Azure pupils entirely took me in.

“Come here.”

I said softly and reached out my hand.

The outstretched hand firmly grasped Livia’s chin with her thumb and index finger.

“You know there’s nothing left there anymore, don’t you?”

Her eyes trembled finely.

She was probably on the verge of collapse already.

The reason this mask alone remained after all other masks had crumbled was because of her deep trauma.

This mask was the way to protect that one person who had been the cause of Livia’s twisted personality.

“It’s okay now.”

I whispered and approached Livia even more.

The force of her trembling hand pushing against my chest to reject my approach was as weak as a cotton breeze.

So that hand ended up gripping my chest as if clinging to me.

“I’m not that weak, and I won’t dislike you even if you don’t kill someone.”

I sweetly whispered what Livia had probably wanted to hear all her life.

It was unknown whether she would fall for such an obvious trap.

“That’s my promise.”

These words bound not only her but also me to her.

I was sincere.

It was too cruel and twisted a promise to make while keeping her confined.

And to use such means, I was as twisted as she was.

“…That’s unfair, Senior.”

Crack.

I felt as if I could hear the sound of Livia’s mask cracking.

No, masks were illusions to begin with.

Like Yuria, it was just a shield covering the tender flesh inside.

The more masks a person has, the more tender they are inside.

Livia, who had dozens of masks, was an incredibly tender person.

To create these masks, she must have been hurt countless times, and each time, she added one more mask.

She killed people even though she didn’t want to, and she just thought that was the way to protect the person she loved.

Crack!

The difference was that Livia’s masks were a bit special, each with an ego.

However, now, even that mask was cracking more severely.

Tears flowed.

The droplets flowed down her white cheeks, tinted red, transferring a lukewarm warmth to my fingers.

Livia didn’t cry much. She had already cried a lot.

Instead, she slowly collapsed onto me.

And as if craving the warmth she had been lacking, she pressed her soft body against me.

Trembling from cold, her body seemed to gradually regain warmth in my arms.

The trembling slowly subsided.

“Don’t protect yourself. I’ll protect you. I’ll carry your past too.”

I whispered, hugging her tightly.

“From now on, you don’t have to harm anything you don’t want to.”

Unlike what I had told Yuria, I didn’t want Livia to follow only my orders.

I wanted Livia to think for herself, free from the shackles of her past.

But one thing was sure.

Livia would no longer harm others for the reason of loving me.

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‘Now I won’t come out often. Because someone has come to protect me.’

With those words, the ‘cold assassin’ mask completely crumbled at Senior’s words.

Listening to Senior’s heartbeat, Livia exhaled.

When she closed her eyes, the world became one where only the sound of her and Senior’s intertwined breaths and heartbeats existed.

She knew well enough that she had fallen into a trap.

She wasn’t a fool; how could she not know?

‘Senior must know too. That I haven’t really crumbled.’

The cold subsided.

Livia knew from the beginning that it was a cold she had created herself.

By accepting Senior, the cold was fading away.

‘But I know. Senior’s heart is different.’

Senior hadn’t uttered a single word of love.

Livia understood that he didn’t want to lie.

Senior was obsessed with her, but it wasn’t love.

It’s not as intense or hot as love but a complex emotion.

Realizing Senior’s feelings, Livia finally put a name to her emotion towards her mother.

And she put the same name to the suffocating feeling she had for the innocent people she had killed.

It’s guilt.

It was guilt.

Senior took the guilt away from me.

He decided to carry it instead of me.

Livia hugged Leonhart tightly.

Although her body, which had suffered for so long, had no strength and could only tremble.

Finding even Livia’s weak movements lovable, Leonhart hugged her even tighter.

‘Senior, I love you. I really, truly love you. Even if you don’t love me, I love you.’

Livia once again confirmed her feelings.

And falling into that warmth, she whispered.

“Please love me someday too, Senior.”

“…It’s not someday, but right now.”

A lie.

Livia fell for that blatant lie and kissed Leonhart’s neck.

Still, Livia loved Senior overflowingly, more than the guilt he had taken away.

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The Yoseok blocking Livia’s magic use fell to the floor.

Livia didn’t use magic even when the restraints on her arms and legs were released.

“Let’s go now.”

I said to Livia.

“Isn’t there a graduation ceremony?”

Before I opened the door, Livia tilted her head with a subtle expression.

She probably still wanted to check if I was being kind.

“Graduation ceremony?”

“Yes! Why not? Don’t you think there should be something like that for this?”

She’s spouting nonsense so casually.

What an incredible recovery, considering she was just confined.

I looked at Livia in disbelief and gestured for her to come here.

Livia approached me with clumsy steps, blinking her pure, azure eyes.

“Livia has now become a good child. Congratulations. As a reward…”

I gently brushed aside Livia’s bangs with my fingers and brought my lips to her white forehead.

I kissed Livia a little longer than usual.

“Is this enough?”

Even my cheeks were flushed with heat.

No matter how much I have to pretend to be obsessed with Livia, this is quite difficult.

At my solemn declaration, Livia beautifully curved her eyes and laughed brightly.

“It’s perfect!”

Livia wrapped her arms around my waist and clung tightly.

“I love anything Senior does!”

Seeing her bright smile, I’ve been thoroughly wrapped around her finger.

Ding!

I wish these messages wouldn’t pop up in this situation.

Anyway, rewards and growth were pleasant things.

I learned for the first time that changing part of the settings could earn rewards. It’s probably because I changed the settings of a significant character.

Moreover, the ability to summon objects with the Investigator of Settings unique ability reaching LV6 was quite interesting.

The statement that 50% of Livia’s route had been achieved was quite concerning.

“Senior?”

I heard a voice calling me as I was examining the system window.

When I looked down, Livia was smiling prettily.

“I love you, Senior.”

Still, it wasn’t a bad feeling to receive such unconditional love.

“Forever.”

Maybe?

[End of 1st Year, 《Enrollment and the Mage and the Princess》 Arc]

[1st Year Arc, Continues!]

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This is actually insane, we’re seeing the MC become a Yandere in the process of dealing with Livia. Like I said earlier, the best way to deal with a crazy Yandere, is to become an even crazier one.