Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1. On the Wedding Day, I Blew Off the Groom’s Head
Dum, dum-da-dum—
The majestic pipe organ music resonated as if it would pierce through the ceiling. Flower petals scattered across the pristine white aisle.
To others’ eyes, it would be the most sacred and beautiful wedding scene in the world. But to mine,
[Kieeeek—!]
[Hehe, the stench of rot, the stench of rot!]
[Today’s offering is so fresh?]
It was a hell of a different kind.
The flower petals the guests scattered looked like the wings of moths rotted pitch-black and crumbling. Grotesque demons perched one by one on the shoulders of the guests offering blessings. They drooled with greedy saliva.
This was no wedding venue. It was a colossal buffet for malevolent spirits.
“Violetta? What’s wrong? Your hands are so cold from nervousness.”
The man standing beside me whispered tenderly and squeezed my hand firmly. Mikhail von Eberhardt. My fiancé and the very person who thoroughly exploited me in my past life and sent me to the guillotine.
To others’ eyes, he would appear as the Empire’s greatest romantic.
‘…This is nauseating.’
The true form of this creature before me was revulsion incarnate.
Above a torso dressed in an immaculate tuxedo rattled a skeletal skull devoid of a single shred of flesh.
Dozens of maggots writhed and squirmed inside the hollow eye sockets as if about to burst out. I could hear the voice of his soul—or more precisely, the black mass of desire lodged in his belly—spewing forth.
[I love you, Bibi. Your dowry, your family’s titles—they’re all mine now. Hehehehe.]
At the moment my neck was severed on the execution platform, I remembered everything.
In the life before I lived as this foolish Violetta, I was Lee Su-jin, living in South Korea.
Whether then or now, I had terrible luck.
I was born with the spiritual sight to see ghosts from birth.
But in modern times, I was powerless. Even when I could see ghosts, I couldn’t touch or hit them, so I had to endure sleep paralysis every day.
Was it because of that frustration?
The moment I regressed, my eyes opened far more clearly.
And above all else….
‘I can touch them here, can’t I?’
This world possessed ‘holy power’—a magnificent physical force. In Korea, I had to pretend not to see ghosts and tremble in fear, but now it was different.
If I can see them? I can hit them. That is exorcism itself.
“Violetta, the kiss of the vow….”
The skull-faced creature opened its mouth wide and drew near. A stench of rotten sewage wafted from inside its mouth.
I can’t take this anymore. How dare this creature covet my sacred lips?
I closed my eyes as if in emotion, then quickly scanned the altar.
Next to the presiding priest, I spotted a massive ornamental object placed to add sanctity.
A ceremonial morning star with a metal sphere the size of a human skull, plated in gold. It was meant to be a symbol of vanquishing evil, but to me right now, it looked like an excellent ‘means of communication.’
‘Yes, physics is indeed the best method for instilling proper etiquette.’
I lifted my dress hem and strode up onto the platform. Before the priest could stop me, I seized that heavy iron mace with one hand and lifted it effortlessly.
My latent spiritual power responded, and a bluish-white holy flame began to shimmer like heat waves from the end of the mace.
“V-Violetta, Miss? Why that…?”
The priest asked in bewilderment. Mikhail also stared up at me blankly, his eye sockets blinking.
“Mikhail von Eberhardt.”
I smiled with elegant grace and hoisted the mace onto my shoulder, feeling its weighty metal settle snugly against my palm.
“Your breath is absolutely unbearable. Perhaps you should brush your teeth before going about your day?”
“…What?”
Crack—!
With a dull, explosive sound, the Wedding Venue fell silent as if doused with cold water.
Bone fragments scattered in all directions. Of course, to the eyes of others, it would appear that Mikhail von Eberhardt had simply burst a blood vessel and collapsed to the floor.
“Kyaaaagh!”
Mikhail von Eberhardt shrieked and tumbled down from the platform. His handsome nose had completely caved in, now a bloody mess.
The guests stood frozen in shock, their mouths agape, unable even to scream. After all, the notoriously shy countess’s daughter had just smashed her groom’s face with a mace on their wedding day.
But to my eyes, the scene appeared quite different.
I could see Mikhail von Eberhardt’s skeletal jaw rattling, and the black shadow lurking within his body writhing in agonized screams, shrinking away.
“Oh my, my hand must have slipped.”
I twisted my wrist and flicked the black viscous fluid from the mace.
“V-Violetta! Have you lost your mind?!”
At that moment, a sharp scream pierced the air from the front row of guests.
It was Laura, my half-sister and the most virtuous saint in The Empire. With tears glistening in her eyes, she rushed to the fallen Mikhail von Eberhardt and embraced him.
“How could you do such a thing…! What wrong has Prince Mikhail von Eberhardt committed?! Heavens, the bleeding won’t stop!”
Laura glared at me with a pitiful expression.
“What a wicked villainess she is.”
“Lady Violetta has finally gone mad, surely.”
Ha. The absurdity of it made me laugh.
The sight of Laura before my eyes was truly a spectacle.
Clinging to the back of her delicate neck was a grotesque demon the size of a human, its ogre-like form dangling there as it thrust its tongue into her ear, whispering endless temptations of greed.
This was the very creature that had consumed my past life and rotted The Empire from within. My sister had made a pact with this demon, gaining false divine power in exchange for draining the life force from those around her.
“Vivi! Kneel and apologize at once! If you do not, by the authority of the Holy Temple, I shall…!”
Laura approached me, her voice dripping with false righteousness. With each step she took, the demon perched upon her shoulder cackled at me and prepared to spit its blackened phlegm.
‘Filthy.’
I could not allow such filth to soil my pristine wedding dress.
“Sister.”
I gripped the mace firmly and called out softly.
“Don’t move. You have a filthy insect clinging to your shoulder.”
“What? What are you talking about…!”
Whoosh—Crack!
Without hesitation, I swung the mace. This time, my target was not Laura’s head, but the solar plexus of the cackling demon perched upon her left shoulder.
“Kyaaaagh!”
Laura shrieked and collapsed face-first to the floor.
I had not struck her. To be precise, I had struck the demon parasitizing her aura. But since Laura’s senses were linked to the demon, she experienced the impact as if she had been bludgeoned by an iron rod.
The demon convulsed in agony and tore itself away from Laura’s shoulder.
“My, the insect is larger than I expected.”
I stepped over the fallen Laura and stomped the demon’s tail—which was crawling frantically across the floor in a desperate escape—beneath the heel of my wedding shoe.
“P-please… spare me…”
“Hmm? What are you saying, sister? I’m in the middle of treating you right now.”
I smiled wickedly and raised my mace high above my head. To any onlooker, it would have appeared to be a horrifying scene of a deranged younger sister delivering a finishing blow to her fallen elder—an act of unspeakable depravity.
“Stop this at once!”
That was when a thunderous command echoed from the entrance of the Wedding Venue. A silver flash streaked across my vision, accompanied by an overwhelming aura of killing intent.
Clang!
My mace was halted mid-swing by someone’s blade. A pristine white uniform. A blue cape. A face as cold and austere as a sculpture carved by the gods themselves. It was Demian Lyart—the Inquisitor of Heresy and Commander of the Holy Knights Order.
“Miss Violetta, what is the meaning of this disturbance in this sacred Wedding Venue?”
Demian looked down at me with icy eyes, his sword’s tip aimed at my throat. It was the kind of killing intent that would have made an ordinary noblewoman faint. But I nearly gasped in admiration instead.
‘Wow, so pure.’
Every human in this place was festooned with malevolent spirits of greed and jealousy, yet around this man—around Demian—there was not a speck of corruption.
An intensely brilliant white sacred power enveloped him, so radiant it made my eyes sting. He was a living air purifier, or rather, sanctified water incarnate.
“Step aside, Commander. The cleaning isn’t finished yet.”
“Cleaning? You’ve turned a person into a bloody mess and call that cleaning? Are you in your right mind?”
“Perfectly in my right mind. Crystal clear, in fact.”
I gestured toward the floor with my chin. Demian’s gaze followed. His eyebrow twitched.
He had clearly seen it—the faint black smoke dissipating at the exact spot where I had been about to strike Laura. It was subtle, but unmistakably demonic energy.
‘…What is this?’
Confusion flickered across Demian’s eyes.
According to his knowledge, Violetta was an ordinary noblewoman with barely a shred of sacred power. Yet at the end of her brutal violence, high-ranking demonic energy—the kind even senior priests struggled to purify—was dissolving before his very eyes.
“Who… exactly are you?”
Demian asked without lowering his sword. I gathered the heavy train of my wedding dress with one hand and adjusted my grip on the mace slung across my shoulder, standing at an angle.
“As you can see.”
I answered, alternating my gaze between the scattered skulls and goblins on the floor.
“A bride who beats up bad guys.”
Today’s wedding was a complete disaster.
But my life was only just beginning.
I winked at the bewildered Commander of the Holy Knights Order.
“Commander, if you stand there, you’ll get splattered. That’s an expensive cape—why don’t you step back?”
I raised my mace high once more.
“Now then, let’s begin round two of physical therapy. Begone, evil spirits!”
Crack!
That day, the most sinister and yet most exhilarating wedding in The Empire’s history had begun.

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