Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 19

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Chapter 19. Two Beasts Live in My Bed
The Grand Banquet Hall of the Eberhardt Mansion. Crystal chandeliers suspended from the ceiling blazed with blinding brilliance, while champagne towers shimmered with ethereal light. The night was intoxicating—music and aristocratic laughter mingling until even the air itself seemed drunk.
“To the new Count Eberhardt!”
The nobles raised their glasses in unison. These were the same people who, mere days ago, had pointed fingers at me as the “mad young lady.” Now their eyes gleamed with nothing but reverence and naked greed, hoping for scraps of my favor.
I sat askew in a chair that resembled a jade throne, draped in an ornate dress embroidered with golden thread. In one hand, a wine glass; in the other, a fist-sized golden mana stone. I felt the cool touch of the stone and the warm intoxication of alcohol simultaneously.
“Lovely. The scent of money, the scent of alcohol. And the scent of success.”
As I murmured with hazy eyes, Demian Lyart, standing beside me, sighed and handed me a glass of water.
“Drink in moderation, my lady. That’s your fifth glass. If you continue on an empty stomach like this…”
“Stop nagging me, Demian. On a night like this, not getting drunk would be a crime.”
Today, Demian wore a navy tailcoat I had chosen for him instead of his usual rigid uniform. His silver hair swept back neatly and his ascetic demeanor created a striking picture—every young lady in the banquet hall kept stealing glances at him. Of course, Demian’s gaze remained fixed solely on me.
Meanwhile, Kairik von Herzen, guarding my left side, was pure wildness incarnate. Three buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing taut chest muscles, and his rolled-up sleeves exposed prominent veins along his forearms. He paid no attention to the nobles’ flattery, focusing entirely on carving meat onto my plate.
Kairik held a piece of meat dripping with juices to my lips and spoke.
“Drinking is fine, but eat something too. You’ll ruin your stomach.”
“Ah, Your Highness. I’ll eat on my own.”
“No, don’t lift a finger. I’m serving you tonight. I won’t have my woman getting her hands dirty.”
Kairik forced the meat into my mouth. I chewed, and the juices of the premium steak burst across my tongue. Money truly does have its perks.
At that moment, Demian fixed Kairik with a cold gaze and spoke.
“Grand Duke, excessive physical contact is inappropriate. The young lady is uncomfortable. And ‘my woman’? That requires correction.”
“Uncomfortable? Who? You’re the only one who looks uncomfortable.”
Kairik laughed with a raw edge and naturally draped his arm around my shoulders. His warm body heat transmitted through my thin dress.
“Besides, we’ve been through life and death together. We’ve rolled around on battlefields side by side—this is nothing. Right, Violetta?”
“Choose your words carefully. There’s considerable room for misunderstanding. Others might get the wrong idea.”
Demian’s brow furrowed.
“It’s the truth though. In the Northern Region, when you slept, you said my warmth felt good. Didn’t you?”
Both men’s gazes locked onto me simultaneously.
Whether from the alcohol or the sheer unreality of the situation, laughter bubbled up from my throat. I swayed to my feet, the room spinning.
“Enough, both of you be quiet. My head’s pounding.”
The moment I placed my index finger to my lips, both men fell silent as if by magic. The surrounding nobles held their breath, watching me as though awaiting words from the hero who had saved the Empire.
I raised my wine glass high and shouted.
“Tonight is on me! Drink until you drop! Don’t think about going home until sunrise!”
“Cheers!”
The banquet hall erupted into frenzy with the roar of approval. I stumbled into the dancing crowd, and two beasts followed in my wake like protective sentinels.
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How much time had passed? My memory cut out, then resumed.
“…Mmm.”
I opened my eyes to find myself on a soft bed. The familiar ceiling. My room. Morning sunlight filtered through the window gap. But something felt wrong. The bed was… narrower than usual, and far too warm. And from both sides came the sound of heavy breathing.
“You awake?”
A low, thick voice from my left. I turned my head to find Kairik propped on his elbow, looking down at me. His upper body was bare, muscles on full display.
“Kyaaaah!”
I screamed and rolled toward the other side. But there lay Demian, eyes closed, sleeping. His shirt buttons were half-undone, his collarbone fully exposed. His silver hair was scattered across the pillow.
“…!”
I clamped my hand over my mouth.
What in the world was happening? Had I done something reckless while drunk? Had I thrown myself at both the Empire’s Grand Duke and the Knight Commander simultaneously? Or had all three of us…?
A steamy novel was being written in real-time inside my head.
At the rustling sound, Demian Lyart slowly opened his eyes. His blue irises were glazed and hazy with sleep. Gone was his usual ascetic demeanor—instead, a dangerously decadent allure radiated from him.
“…Have you awakened, my lady?”
“Wait! What on earth is going on here! Why are two men in my bed…! And why are you dressed like that!”
As I shrieked while pulling the blanket up to my neck, Kairik von Herzen chuckled wickedly.
“Don’t remember? You grabbed me and wouldn’t let go.”
“Me? That’s impossible.”
“Oh yeah. You said, ‘I’m cold, I need human heaters. Both of you, get over here. If you leave me, I’ll beat you with a stick.’ Then you dragged us into bed while threatening us.”
Kairik von Herzen wrapped his arm around my waist and added with a sly grin.
“Thanks to you, it was a very warm night. Though I didn’t expect your sleeping habits to be quite so troublesome.”
My face burned so intensely I thought it might explode. Fragmented memories surfaced—how I’d gotten drunk and insisted on “recharging,” refusing to let go of both their hands just like at the Heresy Inquisition Quarters. And I seemed to remember grabbing Demian’s shirt collar and clinging to him….
Demian, his face flushed, cleared his throat awkwardly and sat up.
“Please do not misunderstand. We truly… only held hands while sleeping. You simply would not let go, so we had no choice but to remain beside you.”
“Only held hands? That’s not what happened on my end.”
Kairik von Herzen dropped a bombshell. Both Demian’s and my gaze snapped toward him simultaneously.
“You were kneading my chest quite thoroughly while you slept. Said the texture felt good or something. Even drooled on me while you were at it.”
Kairik von Herzen pointed to his firm pectoral muscles and spoke with shameless audacity.
“Take responsibility, Violetta. If you coveted the chaste Grand Duke’s body, you’ll have to pay the price. Don’t even think about wiping your mouth clean.”
“You… beast! Stop lying! There’s no way my lady would do such a thing!”
Demian bristled and reached for Kairik von Herzen’s collar. Kairik von Herzen growled right back, refusing to back down.
“Why don’t you ask her yourself whether I’m lying? There should be handprints left on my chest.”
The two men began growling at each other on my bed. Blankets tangled and pillows flew everywhere.
I clutched my head in my hands. Just yesterday I’d been a hero who saved the world, and now in a single morning I’d become a notorious player managing multiple suitors.
“Stop! Stop it! Get out of my bed, right now!”
At my shout, both men froze. I climbed out of bed and straightened my disheveled clothes.
“Nothing happened. This was just… yes, comradeship! Comradeship! It’s perfectly normal for comrades to sleep together when it’s cold!”
“Comradeship, is it. So comradeship includes embracing all night and wrapping your legs around someone?”
Kairik von Herzen smacked his lips and rose from the bed. His firm abdominal muscles gleamed in the morning sunlight. Why does this man sleep without clothes? I had no idea where to look.
That was when it happened.
Knock, knock, knock!
Someone was pounding on the door as if trying to break it down.
“Count Eberhardt! Something terrible has happened! Are you awake!”
It was the Butler’s urgent voice. I hastily threw on a robe and opened the door.
“What’s the matter? This early in the morning?”
“Well, you see… we have a visitor.”
“A visitor? At this hour? I hope it’s not someone coming to collect a debt.”
The Butler glanced nervously over his shoulder. The cold sweat beading on his forehead was deeply unsettling.
“He’s arrived from the Imperial Palace. The Crown Prince himself has come in person.”
“…What? The Crown Prince?”
I doubted my own ears.
Not the Emperor, but the Crown Prince?
I had no suspicion of colluding with enemy nations, yet due to the recent series of incidents my younger brother had caused, I was quietly confined to the Imperial Palace, sharing responsibility with him. So why on earth was he here?
The Butler continued.
“The Crown Prince has come to propose marriage to you, my lord. He arrived with the Imperial carriage laden with flowers.”
“…What?”
I stood there slack-jawed. The expressions of the two men inside the room froze instantly. The bickering atmosphere from moments before vanished, replaced by a chilling murderous intent that filled the entire space.
Kairik von Herzen muttered in a low voice.
“…So some lunatic dares to covet what’s mine.”
Demian Lyart picked up the sword that had fallen to the floor with a cold expression.
“Even if he is the Crown Prince, this is unforgivable. How dare he.”
A savage killing intent emanated from both men’s bodies. They looked ready to charge out and cut down the Crown Prince on the spot. I pressed my forehead.
Somehow this felt more exhausting than hunting monsters.
One mountain after another, they say—I’d just cleaned up the garbage truck, and now two Benzes come crashing in, and now a Lamborghini is speeding toward me in the wrong direction.
Is there no peace in my life?
“…First, let’s get some clothes on, partners. We can’t go out and fight completely naked, can we?”
I sighed and threw the door wide open.
“Crown Prince or not, whoever woke me up this morning won’t get away with it.”
I grabbed my hammer and left the room. My peaceful aristocratic life seemed destined to remain out of reach for quite some time.

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