The Devil Withinn - Chapter 268

Inna’s eyes widened as she instinctively tightened her hand on her chest. Hearing his words, she unknowingly trembled as fear and anxiety wracked her brain.

If… if that’s true…

Then… that means her soul was going to be eaten?!

Fuck! If her soul is going to be eaten, there’s nothing going to be left of her!

Absolutely nothing!

She won’t just die, she’ll practically become nonexistent!

No more Hel Halja! No more reincarnation!

Just… not existing!

Inna began to uncontrollably tremble at the realization.

She’ll just disappear?!

In.. in thin air…

In just any day, there’s a chance that she’ll just be… gone and never to return…

Tears welled up on her eyes and they began to drop on their own despite Inna’s efforts on holding them back.

Solomon was startled by her crying but deep in his mind and heart, he understood her reaction.

Of course, no one would be able to keep it together if they knew they were dying.

The room fell into silence, both of them incapable of saying anything to break it. In the end, they spend moments just listening to the soft sobs of Inna as she tried to wrap her head on things.

It was a big bomb on her.

She just felt so used to… living.

She thought everything was okay, that everything was starting to get back to normal. She almost even forgot she was reincarnated to a different world because of how cozy and warm she felt for the past year. She was used to the everyday training she had with Raghnall, her lunch escapades with Rhys, the scolding and nagging of Ulima, the shows May put on when she trains, and the rare visits of Solomon. She was so used to it that she began to take them for granted.

But now that the thought of just disappearing one day, being simply non-existent, was enough to snap her back to reality.

The reality that… no, everything was not okay.

The reality that she was something that shouldn’t have been there.

That she was unnatural.

And that it must’ve been her own karma for trying to escape death…

Inna finally found herself able to move as she furiously wiped the tears away.

“S-sorry, I don’t know what got into m-me…”

She spoke with a trembling voice as she covered her eyes with her palms. Solomon felt pain when he saw her looking so frightened that he soon found himself slowly wrapping his arms around her as he comforted her.

“Shhhh… It’s okay. I understand. Your reaction is natural, don’t worry. Anyone would react that way after knowing such a horrible thing. But rest assured, I will do everything in my power to figure things out, okay? Everything, I promise. I won’t let you disappear.”

Hearing his confident and reassuring tone, Inna couldn’t help but hug Solomon back as she expressed her gratitude through incomprehensible mumbles against his robe.

Despite not knowing what she was saying, Solomon knew in his heart what she meant so he chuckled lightly at her gesture.

Then, after a few moments, Inna calmed down enough to finally let go of Solomon.

“Uh… I might have left some snot in there.”

Solomon laughed lightly.

“Yes, I can feel it.”

“Want me to like… clean it off?”

Solomon smiled as he shook his head.

“No need. I will be using it as solid evidence that I was able to make you cry.”

Seeing the usual mirth gradually come back in Solomon’s eyes, Inna felt relief wash over her but she hid it with a playful glare.

“Well, too bad. Puru puru Purus!”

Solomon raised an eyebrow when he felt Inna’s magic particles start to dash towards him.

Then in an instant, his robe was sparkly clean as the time he had first worn it. Laughing lightly, he shook his head at Inna as he slowly stood up.

“Casting a spell on me, huh. And an original one at that. You’ve got some nerve, little brat.”

Inna batted her eyelash innocently at him.

“Hmm? Jealous of my spell? Well, too bad because I’m not teaching it to old people!”

Solomon’s mouth twitched at the taboo phrase.

“Brat, I’m still forty-five. Don’t call me old!”

Inna rolled her eyes at him.

“Are you sure you’re counting right? You look ninety to me!”

Solomon huffed in anger as he turned his back on her.

“I’m not going to squabble with a little brat on this. I’m far more mature than that.”

Inna raised an eyebrow as a teasing smirk began to form on her face.

“A real mature person wouldn’t declare they’re mature, y’know. But then again, looking at you, there’d be no doubt you’re mature. After all, your appearance is a dead giveaway, oh dear elderly!”

Solomon ignored the teasing brat as he began to store back into his spatial pouch the leftover ingredients that were used for the spell he casted on Inna.

“To think I used these rare plants to help this ungrateful brat.”

He mumbled as he carefully placed them inside.

Inna laughed at his childish grumbles as she fell back on the bed.

It felt like it was such a long time since she laughed and joked around…

She’d never thought she’d be gone for a few days and that Ingrid was the one living out those days.

Truthfully, she felt bad. After all, the body was never hers, but it seemed like she was the one using it most. Meanwhile, the original owner was probably just shoved away from existence and was forced to be silenced by whatever laws the world had.

Inna sighed deeply as she stared at the ceiling.

Since Ingrid was alive, doesn’t that mean that she’s robbing her the right to live?

The thought didn’t settle well with her but she had no idea how to separate her and Ingrid as of yet. If she did try, it might end up badly like, what if they both get damaged souls and such…

Inna released another sigh as she sat up.

Maybe she shouldn’t think about it too much for now. There were too many questions yet so little answers. And dwelling on problems she didn’t know the answers to was not her style at all.

And so, with that, she finally felt at ease as she cleared her mind from annoying thoughts. But then, something suddenly popped in her mind when she saw a small red flower petal on the floor.

“By the way, where is Raghnall?”