Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 16

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Chapter 16. Boss Battles Always Have Three Phases—That’s the Golden Rule
[…What?]
The demon asked, bewildered.
“Why does this gold coin taste like shit instead of metal?”
I hurled the gold coin in my hand straight at the demon’s face. It passed through its body and clattered to the ground, transforming into a black stone.
“If you’re going to cast an illusion, at least put some effort into it. The stench alone gives it away.”
My true sight could not be deceived. What my eyes perceived as this Golden Mountain was, in reality, an enormous heap of refuse—countless writhing maggots and rotting corpses tangled together. The glittering jewels were the eyes of the dead.
[You… insolent wench!]
The gentleman’s visage contorted, revealing its true nature. Black mist erupted outward, and the surrounding landscape transformed. The Golden Mountain vanished, replaced by a fetid Swampland that reeked of decay.
[How dare you reject my generosity? Die! Perish consumed by your own greed!]
Hundreds of hands erupted from the swamp’s depths, grasping for my ankles.
“Demian! Kairik!”
Before I could even finish calling out, both men were already moving.
“Filthy creatures!”
Demian struck the ground with his shield, unleashing a wave of holy power. The hands that touched it burned away, retreating back into the mire from whence they came.
“How tedious.”
Kairik von Herzen swept his greatsword in a wide arc, obliterating the shadow creatures that lunged at us.
I seized the opportunity and charged toward the demon’s true form.
“Generosity? How is this generosity?! This is fraud!”
I leaped into the air and raised my hammer high.
“Hell’s toll is paid upfront! Don’t you dare try to skip out on me!”
[Krraaagh!]
The demon panicked and tried to retreat, but it was too late. My hammer came crashing down upon what I presumed to be its crown—the upper portion of the black mist.
Thud!
There was no impact sensation. It felt as hollow as striking smoke. Yet the holy power imbued in my hammer pierced straight through to its core.
[Get out! Leave my mind!]
The demon shrieked and scattered. But it did not die. Like mist, it dispersed only to begin coalescing once more. It was a phantom-type creature—resistant to physical attacks.
“Damn it. Physical immunity?”
I clicked my tongue in frustration. This was the most troublesome kind of opponent. Even when I struck it, there was no feedback—only aching hands.
Then Demian shouted:
“Violetta! We must find its core! Its true body must be hidden somewhere!”
“Its true body?”
I narrowed my eyes and surveyed the surroundings. Among the scattering black mist, there was one place where an unusually dense and viscous aura emanated—directly beneath where the Golden Mountain had been piled.
“There! The ground!”
As I pointed, Kairik von Herzen reversed his grip on his greatsword and drove it downward with devastating force.
“I despise hide-and-seek.”
Crack-boom!
The ground split open, revealing an underground chamber. There, embedded within, was a crimson jewel pulsing like a colossal heart—the Dungeon Core where the Lord of the Abyss had stockpiled its power.
[No! Don’t touch it!]
The scattered demon shrieked in terror and dove toward the core to protect it.
“Not so fast!”
Demian Lyart hurled his sword to block the demon’s path. Chains of light erupted from the blade, binding the creature in place.
“Now!”
At Demian’s cry, I threw myself into the opening without hesitation. The black thorns barricading the Core meant nothing to me.
“Choke on this!”
I hurled the entire vial of holy water from my pocket at the Core. Crash! The moment the blessed liquid touched it, a sizzling sound erupted and black smoke billowed upward. The Core convulsed in agony.
[Screeeeeech!]
Whether the demon and Core shared a connection, the creature restrained by Demian began to glow with searing light.
“Finish it, Kairik!”
At my shout, Kairik von Herzen laughed as if he’d been waiting for this moment.
“Don’t order me around. I’ll do as I please.”
Even as he said it, he drove his greatsword precisely through the opening I’d created, piercing the Core’s center.
Crack!
The sound of the Core shattering echoed through the entire Cavern. The crimson light vanished, and the Core hardened like stone before crumbling to dust.
[This cannot be… Defeated by mere humans….]
The demon’s form lost cohesion and began to dissolve. Demian, still holding it bound, retrieved his blade and spoke with icy finality.
“Return to Hell.”
He cleaved the demon with his sword energy. It vanished without even a final scream.
“Phew….”
I leaned on my hammer like a staff, drenched in sweat from head to toe.
“Is it over?”
Kairik von Herzen kicked at the shattered Core fragments as he asked.
“No. This was merely a gatekeeper.”
I shook my head. The creature we’d just defeated wasn’t the Lord of the Abyss itself—only an illusionist guarding the entrance. But now that it was vanquished, the true path lay open.
Behind the collapsed Golden Mountain, a genuine passage revealed itself. And from that corridor’s depths, an aura of demonic power far more colossal and overwhelming than before flowed outward.
“…The real one is in there.”
Demian swallowed hard, staring into the passage.
“Let’s go collect our debt.”
I strode forward with confidence, though my heart trembled slightly within. That Golden Mountain I’d seen in the illusion—if only it had been real, how magnificent it would have been.
‘Once I capture the true mastermind, I’ll extract something far greater than that.’
I burned with greed, steeling my resolve. After all this suffering, I wouldn’t return empty-handed.
Step, step. We walked back into the darkness. Behind us, Kairik von Herzen tossed out a comment.
“Did you like that Golden Mountain from before?”
“Of course. Is there anyone in this world who dislikes money?”
“…Remember that.”
“Pardon?”
“I’ll create a real one for you later. As your bride price.”
Kairik von Herzen grinned wickedly and strode past me. I stood dumbfounded, watching his retreating figure, then glanced at Demian beside me. His expression had turned absolutely ghastly.
“…Sacrilege. To receive courtship from such a beast.”
“It’s probably just bluster, not genuine courtship.”
“I don’t even want to hear excuses.”
Demian Lyart grumbled and squeezed my hand firmly.
“Don’t you need to recharge?”
“My, what’s gotten into you, asking first?”
“…Just. Your hand looked cold, that’s all.”
His ears flushed crimson as he turned away. I let out a soft laugh and clasped his hand in return. It was warm. As long as this warmth remained, I felt I could endure any hell that awaited us.
“Let’s go, my personal human furnace.”
Hand in hand, we ventured toward the heart of The Abyss, where a true demon awaited.
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The deeper we descended into the Cavern, the heavier the air became.
It wasn’t merely the density of magical energy. This was… a pressure warning us not to trespass. An invisible colossal hand seemed to squeeze my heart, suffocating my breath.
“Breathing is becoming difficult.”
Kairik von Herzen gasped roughly. His bestial senses were awakening to primal terror.
“Demian, tighten the barrier. Keep it as close as possible.”
At my command, Demian Lyart drew upon his holy power, enveloping the three of us in a sphere. The moment the golden barrier materialized, my breathing eased.
“There.”
Demian Lyart pointed ahead. Through the darkness, an enormous Black Lake came into view. In the center of those obsidian waters floated a colossal throne fashioned from bone. And upon it—
[I have waited long.]
A giant clad in pitch-black armor sat motionless. Though his face was obscured by his helm, crimson eyes blazed through the visor’s gaps, piercing straight through us.
The Lord of the Abyss. His true form.
[So, little rats have scurried into my garden.]
As the Lord flicked his fingers, the lake’s waters churned and boiled. Hundreds of demonic beasts crawled forth—far surpassing those we’d encountered at the entrance. Each radiated the presence and mass of a mid-tier boss.
“Quite the welcoming committee.”
I slung my hammer across my shoulder and laughed dryly.
“Everyone, stay sharp. This one is genuine.”
“Don’t worry.”
Kairik von Herzen drew his greatsword with a vicious grin.
“I’ve slaughtered every beast that rampaged through my domain. This one won’t be an exception.”
“Divine light, grant us thy blessing.”
Demian Lyart imbued his blade with holy power.
“Charge!”
The moment I gave the signal, all three of us surged forward simultaneously.
Boom!
Kairik von Herzen cut through the vanguard. With each sweep of his greatsword, demonic limbs flew. Demian Lyart guarded my flank, dispatching any beasts that sought to exploit gaps in our formation.
Protected by them, I drove straight toward the Lord.
“Hey, you oversized brute! Let’s have a word!”
I bounded across the floating stones like stepping stones, launching myself toward the lake’s center.
[Insolent creature.]
The Lord raised his hand. The black waters erupted into a towering tsunami, crashing down to engulf me.
“Violetta!”

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