Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 13

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Chapter 13. Windfall Doesn’t Fall from the Sky—You Mine It from the Ground
Whiiiiing—!
The wind howled with ferocious intensity, lashing against my ears.
Below the Cliff stretched an endless abyss of absolute darkness. An ordinary person would have screamed in terror, but our party’s reactions were as varied as we were.
“Hahaha! Excellent! Faster!”
Kairik von Herzen was cackling like a child on a carnival ride.
“Miss Violetta! Move toward me!”
Even mid-fall, Demian Lyart snatched my waist and pulled me into his embrace, prepared to absorb the impact of our landing with his entire body. And I?
‘How much is all of this worth….’
My eyes were busy counting thousands of crimson orbs glinting in the darkness. Monsters writhing across the ground—their hearts embedded with premium mana stones. In other words, these weren’t monsters at all. They were walking jewelry boxes.
Boom—!
We crashed to the ground with a tremendous impact. Thanks to Demian releasing his holy power to cushion the blow, we landed as gently as feathers—well, not quite, but at least our bones remained intact.
[Grrrrr….]
[Kieeeek!]
The moment we touched down, a putrid stench assaulted us from all directions. Grotesquely twisted beasts emerged from the darkness, surrounding us. As the pitch-black creatures opened their maws like an ant colony, yellowish saliva dripped steadily.
Demian drew his sword and positioned himself in front of me.
“Step back. There are far too many.”
But I slipped out from behind Demian’s back and tapped my silver sledgehammer—”Elegant Conversation No. 2,” which I’d been carrying on my shoulder—against the ground with a resounding thud.
“Step back?”
I ran my tongue across my lips and caressed the hammer’s handle.
“I’ve just entered a goldmine.”
I flashed the creatures a bright smile.
“Come on, you little ones. Hand over those stones for big sister, and I’ll send you off painlessly in one blow.”
Provoked by my taunt, the beasts charged at me in unison.
“Here they come!”
Kairik von Herzen swung his massive greatsword with a single hand with effortless grace. Slash—! Five beasts at the front were cleaved in two in an instant. Before blood could even spray, they dissolved into black smoke.
“As expected of the Grand Duke. Your swordplay is impeccable.”
I had no time to marvel before I swung my hammer at the head of a beast lunging toward me.
Thwack!
The satisfying weight of impact traveled through my fingertips. The beast shrieked and crumbled to dust. In its place, a bean-sized crimson gem—a mana stone—clattered to the ground.
‘That’s it!’
My eyes gleamed.
“Demian! Cover me! I’m going to collect payment!”
I bolted straight into the heart of the enemy formation.
“Violetta! This is dangerous!”
Demian cried out in alarm and rushed after me. But my movements were far lighter than usual.
The beasts’ motions appeared to me like slow-motion video.
I could hear every word the vengeful spirits clinging to their shoulders were shrieking—”Right!”, “Bite her ankle!”—their instructions crystal clear.
“Shut up.”
I twisted my body to evade the creature’s fangs, then drove my hammer directly into the crown of its skull.
Crack!
“Next!”
Every time my hammer danced, magical stones cascaded down like a waterfall.
It was like… a slot machine hitting the jackpot.
Yes! This is it! This is what living feels like!
I laughed like a madwoman as I swept across the battlefield.
Lee Su-jin from my past life, who’d earned a pittance of a salary and cowered before her superiors, no longer existed. Here stood only Violetta, the mad saint of the Northern Region, swinging a single club in pursuit of sudden fortune.
But the joy was short-lived. My arm began to tingle from swinging the hammer so much. Worse, the silver-plated hammer’s glow was steadily dimming.
The demonic energy here was so thick that the holy power stored in my weapon was being consumed rapidly.
‘The battery’s running out.’
I glanced around. Demian was too busy cutting down the enemies swarming behind me, while Kairik was off in the distance, enjoying a one-man massacre.
“Hey!”
At my shout, Demian turned his head.
“Come here! Recharge!”
“Now, miss?!”
Demian cried out in bewilderment. Beasts were raining down from all sides, and she wanted a recharge? But I was desperate. Without holy power, this hammer was just a heavy iron club.
“Hurry! The weapon’s dying!”
I kicked away one of the charging beasts and lunged toward Demian. Grabbing him by the collar, I yanked him toward me.
“Pardon me.”
This time, I didn’t aim for his lips—instead, I targeted his nape. I pressed my forehead firmly against his exposed, sturdy neck above the armor.
“…!”
Demian’s body went rigid. His scorching warmth and throbbing pulse resonated through my forehead. Simultaneously, like a vessel filling to the brim, a clear, refreshing energy poured into my body.
“Ahh… I feel alive again.”
I drew a deep breath. The cool forest scent emanating from Demian masked the stench of blood. I wanted nothing more than to stay like this for five minutes, but circumstances wouldn’t allow it.
“What are you two doing?”
Just then, a low, growling voice cut through. Turning, I saw Kairik glaring at us, his blood-stained sword in hand. His crimson eyes blazed with intensity.
“Flirting on a battlefield. How indulgent.”
“Flirting? This is a strategic resupply operation.”
I answered brazenly as I pulled away from Demian. Raising my hammer, which now glowed blue again, I grinned wickedly.
“Instead of wasting time on jealousy, why don’t you catch one more, partner? Profit distribution is based on performance, after all.”
Kairik let out a hollow laugh.
“Ha! Jealous? Me? That’s ridiculous.”
Even as he said it, he irritably swung his sword, slicing a nearby boulder clean in two like tofu. He was clearly in a foul mood.
“Stop. The enemies are regrouping.”
Demian spoke coldly, concealing his reddened nape. He was right. No matter how many minions we eliminated, there was no end to them. They kept crawling out endlessly from deep within the Rift.
‘This is like pouring water into a bottomless pit.’
I needed to address the root cause. Slinging my hammer over my shoulder, I opened my eyes wide. I had to find the source of the black demonic energy flowing out.
“I see it.”
At the deepest point of the Rift, something like a massive cocoon hung suspended. Countless beasts surrounded it in layers, as if protecting it.
“That’s it.”
I pointed the hammer’s head toward the cocoon.
“Inside that lies the queen ant… no, the commander. Smash it, and the game ends.”
“How are we supposed to break through to that point? The path is completely blocked.”
Demian Lyart expressed his concern. The magical beasts were packed so densely they formed a living wall. A direct assault seemed impossible.
But a brilliant idea suddenly struck me.
“If there’s no path, we create one.”
I glanced sideways at Kairik von Herzen and broached the subject carefully.
“Your Highness, care to show off your strength?”
Kairik von Herzen responded as if bewildered.
“What?”
I gestured toward the swarm of beasts with my chin and made my request boldly.
“Use that brute strength of yours to draw their attention. Become a very sturdy shield for us, if you will.”
Kairik von Herzen let out a derisive snort, his expression incredulous.
“A shield? You’re asking the Grand Duke of the Northern Region to become bait for these creatures?”
Kairik von Herzen’s brow furrowed in displeasure. I quickly added my sweetener.
“If you succeed… I’ll grant you one wish.”
“A wish?”
Kairik von Herzen’s eyes gleamed.
“What kind of wish?”
“Anything. One thing you desire.”
“…You said ‘anything.'”
Kairik von Herzen licked his lips. His gaze lingered briefly on my lips. It was a dangerous gamble, but this was no time to be choosy.
“Fine. Deal.”
Kairik von Herzen raised his greatsword high. A crimson aura erupted from his body in a violent surge.
“Out of my way, you mongrels!”
Boom—!
Kairik von Herzen launched himself into the heart of the enemy formation. With each swing of his blade, dozens of magical beasts were sent flying skyward. The tremendous roar and destructive force drew every creature’s attention to him.
“Now! Demian!”
I grasped Demian Lyart’s hand.
“Throw me!”
“Again?!”
Demian Lyart gasped in shock, but my eyes remained resolute.
“I’ll fly above that cocoon and strike downward. Concentrate your holy power into my feet and launch me!”
“Good heavens… you really are…”
Demian Lyart shook his head even as he firmly supported my waist. Brilliant light poured from his hands.
“If you get hurt, I won’t forgive you.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t die before I’ve made my fortune.”
I used Demian Lyart’s palm as a springboard and launched myself with all my strength.
“Here I go!”
Whoooosh—!
Propelled by Demian Lyart’s sacred force, I rocketed skyward like a missile. Far below, a seething mass of demonic beasts writhed in the snow, and at their center, Kairik von Herzen swung his blade with feverish intensity.
And there before my eyes, the massive cocoon—my target—drew near.
Writhing black veins. A sickening, rhythmic pulse.
‘Ugh, revolting. I want to obliterate this thing as quickly as possible.’
Whatever dwells within that abomination, my hammer will teach it a lesson it won’t forget.
“Eat this!”

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