Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 10

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 10. Our Dog Doesn’t Bite
Screeeech—!
The magical train came to an abrupt halt with a sharp, piercing screech.
Beyond the window stretched an endless expanse of white snow, and beyond that, black castle walls rose like jagged blades. The northernmost reaches of The Empire—a land of death where monsters and beasts swarmed in grotesque abundance. The Herzen Duchy.
“Ugh, it’s freezing.”
The moment I stepped off the train, a biting wind lashed across my cheeks.
I pulled my mink coat up to my chin and shivered, while Demian Lyart beside me looked perfectly composed in nothing but a thin uniform and a single overcoat.
“Miss, are you all right? Your lips have turned blue.”
“I’m not all right. Give me a human heater right now.”
I naturally linked my arm through Demian Lyart’s. Whether he’d finally given up or simply grown accustomed to it, he placed my hand into his coat pocket alongside his own.
Oh, so warm.
“The Grand Duke’s Castle should have sent a welcoming party. I sent His Majesty’s personal letter ahead, so…”
Before Demian Lyart could finish speaking, I spotted knights in black armor lined up across the train station plaza. The bloodlust radiating from them was palpable—these were nothing like the Imperial Guard. These were true killers who knew the scent of blood.
The Knight Commander removed his helmet and bowed his head.
“We’ve come to receive the Imperial Court’s special envoys.”
Yet his gaze held no warmth whatsoever. Instead, it was filled with wariness—the look of someone thinking, “Troublesome uninvited guests have arrived.”
“The Grand Duke is currently… in poor condition. An audience may be difficult. Please wait in the guest quarters.”
“Poor condition? We are special envoys acting under imperial decree. We must have an immediate audience.”
Demian Lyart spoke with authority, but the Knight Commander’s expression grew troubled as he glanced toward the castle.
“That’s the thing… today is that day.”
It was then.
ROOOAAARRR—!
A bestial roar erupted from the peak of the Grand Duke’s Castle, so thunderous it seemed to shake the very earth. The station’s glass windows trembled, and horses reared in terror.
“What… what is that sound?!”
“Hurry! His Highness is going berserk!”
The knights’ faces drained of color as they mounted their horses. Demian Lyart and I exchanged glances.
Berserk? A bestial roar?
It had to be the Grand Duke—the gatekeeper guarding the rift in the Northern Region, the one the Archbishop had called cursed blood.
I’d heard rumors he was a monster, but I never imagined he was literally a beast.
“Commander, hurry! I think it’s past feeding time for our puppy!”
“Puppy?! That’s the roar of a savage beast!”
The Grand Duke’s Castle Courtyard was absolute chaos. Dozens of knights wielded chains and tranquilizer spears, facing off against a colossal black shadow.
“Grrrrr…”
The shadow’s true form was a werewolf the size of a house.
No—it was far too massive to be called a wolf.
Nearly the size of a bear, its entire body was covered in black fur, and its crimson eyes gleamed with lost reason.
My divine sight revealed the truth: a barbed crimson collar embedded in the wolf’s neck. With each movement, the collar tightened, tearing into flesh, and black venom flowing from the wounds tormented the creature in agony.
The beast wasn’t thrashing about to harm anyone.
It was writhing in pain.
That’s when the knights shouted at us.
“Step back! It’s dangerous!”
But the wolf broke through the encirclement and charged straight at the weakest-looking prey—me.
“Violetta!”
Demian drew his sword and positioned himself in front of me. Blue divine power coalesced along his blade. One swing, and the wolf would suffer a fatal wound.
“No, Commander! Don’t cut it!”
I desperately grabbed Demian’s arm.
“Move! You’ll be killed!”
“I won’t die! Don’t kill it—it’s too valuable!”
“…Pardon?”
While Demian stood bewildered, the massive wolf lunged within inches of us. Saliva dripped from its bared fangs.
The knights watching the wolf’s rampage would have been flabbergasted by what came next, but I locked eyes with the beast, tensed my core, and commanded with all my strength.
“Sit!”
My thunderous voice reverberated through the Castle Courtyard.
The spiritual power woven into my words rippled outward like a shockwave.
“…Yelp?”
The charging wolf yelped in surprise and skidded to an abrupt halt. Its front paws slid across the snow, stopping just at my feet. The beast stared down at me, its crimson eyes blinking in confusion.
It had sensed it instinctively.
This small female human before it was radiating the aura of a predator far superior to itself.
“That’s right, good girl.”
I lowered my hammer to the ground and slowly extended my hand. The knights screamed.
“Don’t! Your wrist will be torn off!”
“Special Envoy!”
But the wolf didn’t bite me.
More precisely, the divine power emanating from my fingertips—Demian’s divine power—tickled the wolf’s nose. To a beast suffering from a agonizing curse, that clear, refreshing energy was like a drug.
[So cool… doesn’t hurt… more… give me more…]
The wolf’s crimson eyes gradually cleared, and its massive tail began to wag gently.
“Oh, my poor pup. Your neck hurt so much, didn’t it?”
I boldly plunged my hand into the fur at the wolf’s nape and found the red collar burrowing into its flesh. The cursed binding looked absolutely vile to my eyes.
“Putting something like this on an animal—you animal abusers. I’m going to free you.”
I gripped the collar with both hands and pulled with all my strength.
“Hup!”
Snap—!
The red collar tore away in my grasp. Simultaneously, the black miasma enveloping the wolf’s body shrieked and scattered.
[Screech!]
The wolf let out a cry mingling pain and relief, then collapsed directly into my arms. Its massive bulk sent me tumbling backward into the snow.
“Oof! You’re so heavy!”
But the wolf had no intention of moving. Instead, it rested its chin on my belly and began licking my face furiously with its rough, hot tongue.
[Good! Good! You smell good! I like you, sister!]
“Stop! You’re getting drool all over me! Hahahaha! That tickles!”
I buried my face in the wolf’s fluffy fur and giggled.
Good heavens! Such a magnificent coat!
The substantial weight and warm body heat were nothing short of a reward and paradise for someone like me who adored large dogs.
“….”
Silence fell over the Castle Courtyard, which had been bristling with killing intent moments before.
The knights stood with their mouths agape, witnessing the unbelievable sight of their liege baring his belly and acting coy toward some strange woman. And among them, the most shocked was undoubtedly Demian Lyart.
“…Miss Violetta?”
Demian Lyart, his face drained of color, called out to me in a trembling voice.
His expression was that of someone whose heart had nearly stopped moments ago, fearing I would be devoured by the wolf.
Yet here I was, rolling around with the wolf and wearing an expression of pure bliss—which must have been utterly exasperating for him. Perhaps he was shocked to see me looking even more delighted than when I was with him.
Oblivious to Demian’s turmoil, I gleefully squeezed the wolf’s paw pads and exclaimed.
“Oh, Commander! Look at this! The paw pads are pink! They’re so soft!”
I squeezed the wolf’s enormous paw pads and cried out in delight.
The wolf seemed pleased, narrowing its eyes and letting out a satisfied “Woof, woof.”
Demian’s brow furrowed relentlessly. He strode forward and glared at the wolf’s nape as it lay atop my belly—though his massive frame made it impossible to actually grab—with murderous intent.
“Get off. That beast is dangerous.”
“It’s not dangerous. Look, it’s so gentle.”
“Gentle? This creature just sent five knights flying moments ago.”
Demian Lyart radiated killing intent toward the wolf. The beast lifted its head and bared its fangs at him with a low growl. “Grrrrr.”
It was as if it were saying, ‘She’s my sister. Don’t touch her.’
A vein bulged across Demian’s forehead.
“You damned beast….”
Between the Holy Knight and the wolf, a tense standoff crackled in the air.
Then it happened. White light erupted from the wolf’s body.
The curse was breaking, and the wolf transformation was being undone.
“Oh? It’s changing!”
The massive wolf’s body gradually shrank, transforming into human form.
The black fur vanished, and a muscular man was now lying atop me. The problem was that he wore absolutely nothing.
“…My goodness.”
My eyes widened.
Wet black hair, crimson eyes still bearing the savage gleam of a beast, and a physique carved like a statue.
This was the true form of Kairik von Herzen, the Grand Duke of the Northern Region.
He gazed down at me with hazy eyes, burying his nose in my neck and inhaling deeply. “Mmm…”
“…Smells good.”
“Your Majesty? Are you coming to your senses?”
“Don’t go. It’s warm.”
Like a child, he pulled my waist tightly against him and rubbed his face against my chest.
The sensation of those muscles was extraordinary.
I instinctively—and with ulterior motives—began caressing his back muscles. In that instant, my vision was consumed by darkness. There was only one person who would do such a thing: Demian Lyart.
He had removed his coat and draped it over the Grand Duke’s naked form and me beneath him. Demian’s voice emerged as if from the depths of hell itself, low and menacing.
“Do not look.”
He seized the Grand Duke’s nape roughly over his coat, his voice a low growl.
“And you. Get off my partner. Now.”

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————