Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 48

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Chapter 48. The Perfect Despair the Demon of Envy Encountered
Massive crimson tentacles, serpentine in their reach, lashed mercilessly against the ornate pillars of the Underground Auction House.
Marble columns shattered into fragments that scattered in all directions, while the entire yacht wailed in anguish as though it might split in two at any moment.
Kairik von Herzen tore off his tuxedo jacket with a low, rumbling growl.
“This damned squid bastard dares to cause chaos before my eyes?”
Silver fur bristled coarsely across the human skin covering his arms and neck.
As his transformation progressed, he revealed the sharp claws of a beast and leaped through the air with feral grace.
Crash!
As Kairik’s claws tore through the void, three tentacles were severed in an instant, spraying black blood.
Yet from the severed edges, grotesque flesh began writhing and regenerating immediately.
Demian Lyart raised his silver holy sword and positioned himself before me, shouting urgently.
“Your Grace! Physical strikes alone cannot keep pace with the demon’s regenerative power!”
A dazzling white aura erupted explosively from Demian’s holy sword.
He launched himself forward and hurled a massive cross-shaped blade of light toward the demon’s core.
Clang! Boom!
The tentacles struck by the pure white holy power melted away with a sickening sound of burning flesh.
Certainly, holy power was lethal to demons, yet the Demon of Envy did not relent—instead, it gathered even greater demonic energy and counterattacked.
[Foolish humans! Do you truly believe your pathetic strength can suppress my envy!]
The voice emanating from the demon’s core was as eerie and chilling as hundreds of vengeful spirits whispering simultaneously in one’s ears.
The demon laughed grotesquely, exhaling a thick red mist of demonic energy throughout the entire hall.
[Behold the ugly jealousy hidden within your hearts! Tear each other apart and kill one another to claim the most beautiful for yourselves!]
As the red demonic energy thickened, it seeped into Kairik and Demian’s nostrils.
The demon had perceived the tense psychological warfare the two men had been waging over me and intended to amplify that jealousy, driving them to kill each other.
I gripped my hammer tighter and cried out urgently toward them both.
“Both of you, hold your breath! You cannot fall prey to the demon’s illusions!”
But the two men who had already inhaled the red mist fell eerily motionless.
Bloodshot veins spread across Kairik’s crimson eyes as he slowly turned his head toward Demian.
Kairik bared his sharp fangs with a menacing growl.
“You know, now that I think about it, that prissy bastard has been getting on my nerves from the start.”
Demian, too, held the tip of his holy sword downward, meeting Kairik’s gaze with cold, murky eyes.
Demian muttered in an icy voice.
“I share that sentiment entirely. The way you thrash about so brutishly like a beast is utterly unfit to stand beside Violetta.”
Good heavens—were they actually going to fight each other under the demon’s influence?
I gasped in alarm and stepped forward, raising my hammer toward them both.
In that moment, I calculated the perfect opportunity to strike both of them lightly on the back of the head and knock them unconscious.
Suddenly, Kairik pointed at Demian and bellowed.
“Hey! You were flirting with wet hair at the Hot Spring, and then you subtly blocked my path at the Ball Hall, didn’t you?”
Demian did not yield, furrowing one brow as he shot back.
“That was because Your Grace first so crudely tore apart the lobster with your bare hands, stealing Violetta’s attention! And on the Yacht, how brazenly you pressed yourself against her!”
At their bickering, I stood frozen in place, hammer still raised, utterly dumbfounded.
I had expected them to point blades at each other with murderous intent, to clash in a spray of blood—yet this was nothing more than a petty contest of grievances.
The Demon of Envy, too, seemed flustered that the bloody slaughter it had anticipated never materialized, and it billowed forth an even thicker crimson haze.
[What is this nonsense! Drive your blades into each other’s hearts! Shed blood in the madness of jealousy!]
Yet the two men seemed utterly deaf to the demon’s cries.
They advanced not a single step toward one another, only hurling insults with fervent intensity.
Kairik von Herzen pounded his chest and cried out as though deeply wronged.
“What did I do! I merely warmed her because she looked cold! You, on the other hand, seize every opportunity to drone on like some pedantic fool about how she shouldn’t have cold drinks!”
Demian Lyart’s voice trembled with indignation as he protested.
“Pedantic? That is the utmost devotion of a knight concerned for Violetta’s health! You, sir, know only how to thrust yourself forward without the slightest consideration!”
I exhaled a long, weary sigh and pressed my palm to my forehead.
They had indeed been seized by the demon’s influence, their suppressed jealousy erupting forth.
The only difference was that the level of jealousy they ordinarily kept bottled up was so petty and childish—merely a matter of who had earned more points.
Even the demon’s terrible power of manipulation proved utterly useless against such wholesome, modest rivalry.
The Demon of Envy, watching this absurd farce from the platform, began to quiver with rage.
[You wretches! Your mockery of me has gone far enough! Die this instant!]
Dozens of black tentacles tore through the air, striking down like lightning upon the two men who were too absorbed in their argument to notice.
I could no longer bear to watch this pathetic display and launched myself upward with a forceful push against the deck.
My torn dress skirts fluttered as I soared into the air and shouted.
“You fools! Snap out of it!”
My sharp rebuke, laden with fury, startled the two men, and they lifted their heads.
I scraped together every last shred of mana remaining in my hammer’s steel head and detonated it in a burst of blue sparks.
“You dare cast cheap illusions upon my precious escort knights and cause such a disturbance?”
I swung my massive hammer in a single, sweeping arc that batted away every descending tentacle.
With a sharp, ringing clang, the demon’s tentacles snapped like taffy and scattered in all directions.
I surged forward in a single breath toward the core where the demon’s true form—the concentrated red mana—dwelt.
“I’ll smash this hundred-million-gold pot to pieces!”
My mana hammer traced a perfect arc through the air and struck the demon’s core—the crimson pendant—with absolute precision.
Crash!
With a deafening roar that seemed to pierce through the very hull of the ship, the crimson pendant shattered into fragments.
The Demon of Envy released a final, ear-splitting shriek and dissipated into the air along with the crimson haze.
Fsssshhh…
All that remained was a single, clear, transparent crystal tumbling onto the broken platform.
I landed gracefully and snatched the crystal, tucking it swiftly into my possession.
Fourth calamity, hunt complete. A remarkably anticlimactic and exhausting battle it had been.
As the demon’s aura vanished, the crimson haze lifted, and both Kairik von Herzen and Demian Lyart’s eyes regained their natural light.
The two men, remembering just how childishly they had bickered moments before, let out embarrassed coughs with deeply flushed faces.
Demian Lyart, his ears burning red, averted his gaze and murmured.
“Oh dear… I fear I presented a most unseemly display before you while under the demon’s influence. I am far too ashamed to raise my head.”
Kairik von Herzen, too, scratched the back of his head and feigned indifference with obvious embarrassment.
“Ahem, that mad squid’s miasma was rather potent, I must say. I found myself spouting nonsense before I could help it.”
I snapped open my fan with a flourish, concealing my lips behind it as I flashed a mischievous smile toward the two men.
“How curious—your nonsense was remarkably specific and sincere in its grievance. I never imagined you both would be jealous over me in such an adorable fashion.”
My direct jab sent both men’s faces flushing crimson in an instant.
But before they could sink deeper into embarrassment, my attention shifted to the Auction House Owner, who lay prostrate on the floor, trembling violently.
I dragged the hammer across the ground toward him, my smile turning glacial.
I had captured the demon, yes—but the matter of my one hundred million gold remained unsettled.
I seized him by the collar and whispered in a low, dangerous tone.
“Well then, since I’ve disposed of your monster, shall we discuss your refund policy? You peddled defective merchandise and caused this catastrophe—you’ll need to cough up double, including compensation.”
The Auction House Owner went ashen and shrieked, and as I watched his despair, I offered him the elegant, perfect smile of a predator.

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