Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 44

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Chapter 44. The Courtesy Beasts Show to Uninvited Guests
The following morning, dazzling sunlight from the Southern Region flooded the guest chamber with brilliant light.
For once, instead of donning heavy armor and weapons, I dressed myself in a delicate, flowing lavender silk gown and ventured out for a leisurely stroll.
The morning garden of Illumina Estate was a breathtaking spectacle, ablaze with exotic flowers in every conceivable hue.
The two men, having indulged in the hot spring late into the previous night to ease their fatigue, had not yet appeared, allowing me to savor a rare moment of perfect solitude.
I had just settled at an ornate tea table positioned in the heart of the garden and taken a sip of fragrant tea when it happened.
A man reeking of an offensively cloying rose perfume abruptly blocked my view of the garden.
He wore the exaggerated aristocratic finery typical of the Southern Region, his expression twisted into an oily smile.
The man spoke with unbearable pretension.
“Oh, what a radiant lily blooming alone in this magnificent garden, my lady. I am Lucian, heir to the Berna Count Family, known as the jewel of the Southern Region.”
I set down my teacup slowly and replied with utter indifference.
“How delightful. Though I must say, standing so prominently before me casts such a shadow that I can no longer appreciate the beautiful scenery at all.”
Undeterred by my unmistakable and frigid dismissal, the tactless man brazenly pulled out the chair across from me and sat down without invitation.
He crossed his legs and smiled as though perfectly at ease.
“Your ladyship’s coy wit is truly charming. It seems you’ve come to this vast resort alone without a single escort knight—might I offer you my perfect companionship for the day?”
His eyes gleamed with arrogance and shallow curiosity.
He had clearly mistaken me for some naive, sheltered noblewoman vacationing alone, unaware of the world’s harsh realities.
I opened my fan to conceal my lips and responded with glacial precision.
“I appreciate the offer, but I must respectfully decline. I am currently savoring a precious moment of solitude and tranquility.”
The man’s brow furrowed slightly at my firm refusal, but his eyes soon took on an even more repugnant gleam as he leaned toward me.
He lowered his voice to a saccharine murmur.
“There’s no need for shyness. The passionate resort of the Southern Region is meant to begin with sweet, fateful encounters between strangers, after all.”
Without hesitation, he reached across the tea table toward my hand, attempting to seize the back of my hand as I held my teacup.
I snapped my fan upward with the precision of swatting an insect, striking the back of his hand sharply and delivering a chilling warning.
“Mind your boundaries, Count’s heir. You should thank the goddess’s mercy that I’m not currently wielding a crude weapon in my hands.”
The man’s face flushed crimson and then purple as his pride was thoroughly wounded by the sharp blow.
He shot to his feet and raised his voice without any semblance of decorum.
“How dare you insult me, the future patriarch of the Berna Count Family! I offered you this glorious opportunity out of kindness, yet you repay it with such arrogance!”
I let out a cold, incredulous laugh.
I had merely wanted to rest for once, but if he insisted on receiving physical correction, I would be more than happy to instill some proper manners.
I was just beginning to rise slowly from my seat and gather the hem of my gown when it happened.
The warm, languid air of the Southern Region that had enveloped us froze in an instant, becoming as bitter and harsh as the Northern tundra.
A low, menacing growl like that of a prowling beast emanated from behind me.
“Do you have any idea who you’re pointing your filthy mouth at, you wretched fool?”
The man flinched and drew a sharp breath, his head snapping upward as two massive shadows like mountain ranges stretched across both my sides.
On my left stood Kairik von Herzen, his jet-black hair swept back roughly, his crimson eyes blazing with lethal intensity.
On my right stood Demian Lyart in the immaculate uniform of a Holy Knight, his hand gripping the hilt of his holy sword, the veins on the back of his hand standing out in stark blue.
The terrible bloodlust and overwhelming pressure radiating from the two men caused even the beautiful flowers surrounding the tea table to wilt and tremble.
Lucian staggered backward like a quaking aspen, his legs trembling pathetically beneath him.
His voice quavered with terror as he stammered.
“W-who are you people to suddenly meddle in the affairs of the Southern nobility! I am of the Berna Count Family…!”
Kairik von Herzen’s lips curved into a cold, cruel smile as he seized the man by the collar in one swift motion.
Kairik bared his fangs like a predator and sneered.
“The Berna? I couldn’t care less about the name of some insignificant provincial family rotting away in the backwater of the Southern Region.”
Kairik lifted the man high enough that his feet dangled uselessly in the air, his voice dropping to something sinister.
“This woman is under my most devoted protection. I suggest you disappear from my sight before I tear off that filthy wrist of yours entirely.”
Demian Lyart, too, spoke with a voice as cold and crystalline as ice, each word weighted with authority.
“By the will of the Goddess, I command you to kneel before Violetta at once and apologize for your sacrilege. Failure to do so will result in thorough interrogation in the deepest, coldest chambers of the Inquisition Headquarters.”
The Grand Duke of the Northern Region, embodying savage martial prowess, and the Knight Commander of the Holy Temple itself, the very personification of sacred authority.
The man’s face drained of all color the instant he sensed their overwhelming station and identity, turning ashen as a corpse.
Suspended in Kairik von Herzen’s grip, the man gasped and wept, tears and mucus streaming down his face as he begged.
“P-please, spare me! My eyes were blind to your noble stations! I beg you, please let me live…!”
I found this tedious, chaotic spectacle tiresome and snapped my fan shut with a decisive gesture.
“How noisy. Just let him go. The morning air in the garden was so crisp and fragrant—it’s becoming rather stale.”
The moment my cool permission fell, Kairik von Herzen hurled the man to the ground like discarded refuse.
The man crumpled pathetically to the earth and, without so much as a backward glance, shrieked as he fled the garden in a panicked scramble.
The situation resolved itself perfectly without a single act of violence—a truly exhilarating and elegant morning.
I watched the dust settle where the man had vanished, gave a light shrug, and turned to face the two men flanking me.
The two beasts who had been radiating murderous intent mere moments ago, looking ready to snap a man’s neck at any second, were nowhere to be found.
Kairik von Herzen had shed all traces of his ferocity and now behaved like a massive wolf wagging its tail before me.
He extended a large hand toward my cheek and asked in a gruff tone.
“Violetta, if some small-time pest like that bothers you again, you should call for me immediately without hesitation. Did his filthy hands touch you?”
As he moved to examine my hand, Demian swiftly stepped before me, his voice tender yet tinged with urgency.
“Were you greatly frightened, Violetta? I deeply regret that I was not at your side sooner. I am truly sorry to have allowed such an unseemly incident to occur.”
The two men exchanged sharp glances of wariness while simultaneously casting warm, yearning looks toward me, as if seeking my praise and reassurance.
I suppressed my amusement at their extreme temperamental contrast and subtle rivalry, offering them an elegant smile instead.
I extended both hands and gently patted the firm arms of both men.
“Thanks to both of you, I was able to preserve my precious vacation and maintain peace. With such dependable and excellent knights by my side, this has been a most pleasant morning.”
At my sincere praise, Kairik von Herzen’s lips curved upward with satisfaction, while Demian’s stiff ears flushed a delicate shade of red.
No matter how fierce and dangerous these beasts might be, a single word of praise transformed them into docile lambs—quite convenient companions to manage.
I laughed brightly and led the two men forward with cheerful energy.
“Well then, we’ve chased away an unwelcome guest with our morning exertion. Now let’s enjoy brunch. Excellent Southern seafood cuisine awaits us.”
As we walked toward the luxurious main dining room laden with premium seafood, the silent tension between the two men continued unabated.
Kairik von Herzen pressed close to my side, subtly attempting to drape his arm around my shoulder.
He whispered in a casual tone.
“After we finish eating, let’s go for a yacht ride together. That idiot was going on about yachts earlier, so I’ll make sure to show you the Southern seas properly.”
From the opposite side, Demian, who had been walking there, shot Kairik von Herzen a cool glare and lightly struck his arm away as he interjected.
“Your Grace, Violetta may be susceptible to seasickness. A quiet stroll through the cool garden followed by tea would be far more beneficial to her health after the meal.”
Kairik von Herzen raised his eyebrows and growled.
“Is it always about that blasted tea with you? We’ve come all the way to the Southern seas, and you want us to walk around like elderly folk? Violetta, I’m right, aren’t I?”
Demian Lyart met my gaze with unwavering intensity, his eyes beseeching.
“Rather than that beast-like, harsh sea breeze, a peaceful forest path blessed by the goddess would surely be far more conducive to your peace of mind and spirit, would it not, Violetta?”
As the two men’s relentless psychological warfare continued unabated, I exhaled a light sigh—yet inwardly, I found the entire situation utterly delightful.
Freed from the dark battlefield where calamity and dark sorcery lurked, this adorable yet fierce contest unfolding solely over whom I would spend my time with.
I settled elegantly into the seat of honor at the luncheon table, bestowing upon them both a captivating smile.
“Let us dine first, and then I shall decide. Whichever of you demonstrates the more impeccable dining etiquette shall have their proposal honored.”
At my declaration, Kairik von Herzen—who had been as ferocious as a predator—hastily arranged his napkin across his lap and straightened his posture, while Demian Lyart, confident in his victory, wielded his knife with a flawless smile.
Within this sweet battle of wills unfolding instead of bloodshed, my Southern Region vacation was flowing more perfectly than ever before.

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