Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 49

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Chapter 49. The Black Veil and the Tail of the Final Calamity
My grip tightened ever so slightly around the Auction House Owner’s collar.
The man trembled like an aspen leaf, his face drained of all color as he searched my expression for any hint of mercy.
I opened my mouth with the most gracious and elegant smile I could muster.
“I have no intention of breaking the Auction House’s rules. However, you must provide proper compensation for the one hundred million gold I paid, and demonstrate sincerity for the damage this abominable curse inflicted upon my precious dress.”
The Auction House Owner’s face turned ashen as he cried out desperately.
“I-I will compensate you at once! If you spare my life, I will give you anything you desire, my lady!”
With trembling hands, the man withdrew a golden key from his pocket and hastily tossed it to his subordinate.
Within moments, before me lay an enormous magical vault containing the full one hundred million gold, accompanied by three of the Eastern Region’s finest jewelry boxes.
I opened the lids of the jewelry boxes and gazed upon the brilliantly luminous supreme-grade diamonds within, nodding with satisfaction.
Nothing soothed a weary heart quite like the rightful spoils of battle—the spoils earned through blood and struggle.
I leisurely placed the jewelry boxes into my spatial pouch and asked with a chilling tone.
“I believe I have received sufficient compensation. Now, let me ask the most important question: who consigned this accursed necklace to your Auction House?”
At my question, the owner’s complexion turned white once more.
His lips trembled as he hesitated, but faced with the oppressive presence of Kairik, who had extended his sharp claws behind me, and Demian, who gripped his holy sword, he finally seemed to resign himself and opened his mouth.
“I-I do not know his true identity either! I only know that he was an agent dispatched from the Black Veil, the most infamous underworld organization in the Central Continent.”
The Black Veil.
At that ominous and sinister name, Demian’s brow furrowed.
Demian murmured quietly, his expression hardening.
“The Black Veil? That is the most secretive and vast dark intermediary through which all manner of the continent’s filthy secrets and accursed artifacts are traded, is it not?”
The Auction House Owner nodded urgently as he explained.
“Yes! They are an organization that meticulously conceals the identities of their clients and facilitates massive illicit transactions. The information and relics they handle are dangerous enough to shake the very foundations of the Empire.”
I rested my chin in my hand and quietly pondered the name Black Veil within my thoughts.
So the hidden hand attempting to unleash the fifth and final calamity upon the world was moving with such secrecy from the very heart of the continent.
I drove my warning home to the Auction House Owner with a sharp edge.
“Everything that transpired here today must remain buried in absolute secrecy. Should even a whisper of my identity or the demon escape beyond these ship’s walls, next time the hammer will find not marble flooring, but your skull.”
The man nodded so vigorously he seemed on the verge of foaming at the mouth, swearing an oath of silence sealed by his very life.
Having achieved our objective perfectly, we turned without hesitation and departed the devastated underground hall of the Esperanza.
As we ascended to the cruise ship’s deck, a crimson dawn was already breaking beyond the eastern horizon.
When the cool sea breeze brushed against my cheeks, the nerves that had been taut within the thick miasma began to gradually ease.
Yet as the cold morning air caused my shoulders to tremble slightly, simultaneous movement erupted from both sides.
Kairik casually draped the heavy tuxedo jacket he had been wearing across my shoulders.
“Your dress is completely torn and looks dreadful. Since catching a cold would be troublesome, wear this at least, Violetta.”
His raven-black hair fluttered roughly in the sea breeze, and the jacket carried the cool, rich scent distinctive to the Northern Region.
The moment he placed the jacket upon me, Demian carefully draped his pristine white Knight Commander’s cloak over my shoulders as well.
Demian added in a soft yet resolute voice.
“I cannot allow the noble shoulders of Violetta to be covered by garments bearing the crude scent of a beast. This cloak will be far softer and warmer.”
Despite the childish quarrel they had engaged in just moments before in the underground hall while under the influence of miasma, the silent tension between the two men remained very much ongoing.
Yet this time, even that taut battle of wills felt less exhausting and far more reassuring and pleasant.
Buried beneath the enormous tuxedo jacket and pristine cloak, I turned toward both of them with an elegant smile.
“Thanks to your generous consideration, the Southern Region’s night sea doesn’t feel cold at all. I’m truly indulged to have such excellent knights at my side.”
At my sincere compliment, Kairik von Herzen cleared his throat and turned his gaze toward the sea, while Demian Lyart offered a faint smile and bowed his head.
We descended from the cruise ship and boarded the carriage that had been waiting at the harbor.
As the carriage glided smoothly forward, I withdrew the transparent crystal—the core of the fourth calamity—from my bosom and held it up to the sunlight.
Of the five calamities, I had now recovered four.
Kairik von Herzen, arms crossed, fixed his gaze upon the crystal in my hand and spoke.
“So one remains. Once we storm that damnable Black Veil den or whatever it is, this tiresome cat-and-mouse game ends, yes?”
I carefully secured the crystal and answered with composure.
“Yes. However, our opponent is the most secretive brokerage on the entire continent. Simply breaking down their door won’t compel the shadow master to reveal themselves so readily.”
Demian Lyart nodded in agreement at my response, his expression grave as he added his thoughts.
“Violetta is correct. They regard rigorous security and the rules of their clandestine dealings as sacred as life itself. To avoid suspicion, we too must approach them naturally as the most formidable of patrons.”
The most formidable of patrons.
I tapped my fan gently against my lips, my mind already rapidly orchestrating the next move.
I turned toward the two men with an enchanting smile and unveiled my scheme.
“The most welcomed guest in the continent’s shadows is one who flaunts overwhelming wealth while seeking rare treasures. With the Eberhardt Family’s boundless fortune, the Northern Grand Duke, and the Holy Knights Order Commander’s authority, they would scarcely dare refuse us entry.”
I unfurled my fan with elegant grace and continued.
“Rather than hunters wielding weapons, what if we posed as arrogant great nobles, squandering gold like water in pursuit of legendary treasures?”
At my proposal, Kairik von Herzen grinned wickedly, baring his sharp fangs with evident interest.
“An arrogant great noble, is it? Flaunting airs and scattering money is your greatest specialty across the continent, isn’t it? I’ll simply play the ill-tempered escort knight beside you—a perfect fit.”
Demian Lyart exhaled a small, exasperated sigh, yet nodded with resolute determination.
“For the Goddess’s will, I shall gladly participate in this arrogant nobleman’s charade. If it means uprooting the final calamity, I shall do whatever is necessary.”
Kairik von Herzen rested his chin on the armrest and smirked mockingly toward Demian Lyart.
“The Knight Commander playing a debauched nobleman—now that’s quite the spectacle. Mind you don’t slip and launch into sanctimonious sermons, or your cover will be blown in an instant.”
Demian Lyart met his gaze unflinchingly, his eyes cold and sharp.
“Your Highness, do refrain from exposing your true nature and rampaging about like a beast. I shall compensate for my insufficient acting with unwavering faith.”
Using the banter of the two quarreling men as a lullaby, I closed my eyes peacefully and leaned back against the seat.
The carriage surged forward rapidly toward the Central Continent, cutting through the morning sunlight.
The relentless pursuit of those accursed calamities was finally drawing to its brilliant conclusion.
Whoever the vast shadow we pursued might be, they would soon witness their secret fortress crumble into ruin.
Nothing on this continent could stand against us—armed with overwhelming force, unshakeable resolve, and boundless wealth.

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