Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 52

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Chapter 52. The Tower of Pride and the Final Hunt
The Imperial Magic Tower rose coolly from the northern edge of the Capital, looming like a colossal iceberg.
That arrogant tower, constructed of white marble, was an impregnable fortress and sacred sanctuary where all the Empire’s magic and knowledge converged.
Around the Magic Tower, mana swirled with such sharp, biting cold that frost descended even in the height of summer.
Their exclusionary pride, meticulously controlling outside access for centuries, emanated from every crack of their firmly sealed doors.
As the carriage halted before the Magic Tower’s main entrance, high-ranking mages in ash-grey robes blocked our path with expressions of displeasure.
They lifted their chins and scrutinized us from head to toe.
One of the mages spoke in an arrogant and irritable voice.
“Those without special permission from the Grand Mage cannot enter the Magic Tower. Turn your carriage around and leave at once.”
At their rude and obstinate attitude, Kairik let out a derisive snort.
Kairik bared his sharp fangs and growled menacingly.
“Permission? I didn’t realize the Grand Duke of the Northern Region needed approval from mere mage lackeys to pass through. You’d better step aside before my hands tear these tower doors from their hinges.”
Demian Lyart likewise placed his hand firmly on the hilt of his holy sword, his expression hardening.
Demian Lyart added in a cool and noble voice.
“I am Knight Commander Demian Lyart. A terrible heretical presence has been detected within the Magic Tower, and I request an emergency search in the name of the Holy Temple.”
Before the Grand Duke’s ferocious killing intent and the Knight Commander’s overwhelming authority, the mages’ faces drained of color in an instant.
I seized the moment of their flustered confusion and stepped forward with elegant grace.
Then, unfurling my fan to veil my lips, I issued a sharp command.
“I am Violetta of the Eberhardt Family. If you do not open this path immediately, I shall petition the Imperial Court to cut all research funding that the Eberhardt Family sponsors to the Magic Tower.”
Before our merciless might, the Holy Temple’s authority, and the overwhelming wealth of my family, the mages trembled like aspen leaves and yielded the way.
They boasted of pursuing only truth, yet it was I who held the vast funds necessary to unearth that very truth.
We strode without hesitation into the Magic Tower’s grand lobby.
Though the interior of the Magic Tower appeared serene and mystical, the landscape reflected in my spiritual sight was a horrifying hell itself.
Along every circuit of blue mana flowing down the marble pillars, pitch-black demons crawled like insects, clinging to the stone.
To ordinary mages’ eyes, it would appear merely as dense mana, but my vision laid bare the terrible truth.
This place had long since transformed from an ivory tower of knowledge into a vast breeding ground for malevolent spirits.
My senses, honed by occult exorcism as my profession, sent every hair on my body bristling with fierce warning.
As the toxic, oppressive miasma tightened around my throat once more, Demian Lyart naturally drew closer to my side.
Demian Lyart gently enfolded one of my hands and whispered tenderly.
“Violetta, the air of the Magic Tower is terribly foul and ominous. Allow me to aid your breathing with my holy power.”
From the calloused tips of his hardened hands flowed a clear, refreshing forest essence that coursed through my veins, pushing back the vicious miasma.
I could maintain clarity of mind and vision by leaning into his cool, revitalizing warmth.
Seeing this, Kairik clicked his tongue in irritation and swiftly seized my other wrist.
Kairik spoke in a curt voice, yet one tinged with a peculiar heat.
“In a damp and unpleasant place like this, my scorching body heat will prove far more useful. If you don’t want to freeze to death, grip my hand tightly, Violetta.”
With perfect warmth of different qualities in each hand, we stepped onto the massive teleportation circle located at the heart of the Magic Tower.
Kairik’s large, rough hand burned like a ball of fire, while Demian Lyart’s firm hand felt cool as the dawn air.
Even in that brief moment as the circle lifted us to the upper floors, the two men growled at each other, radiating palpable killing intent.
Our destination was singular: the topmost floor where the Grand Mage’s secret Forbidden Library lay hidden.
As the circle flashed brilliantly and my vision cleared once more, we stood before an enormous golden door sealed shut.
The door was layered with intricate and formidable ancient sealing magic that could never be broken by ordinary physical force.
Kairik von Herzen cracked his neck and positioned himself before me.
He curled his lips back in a bestial snarl, speaking with absolute confidence.
“Step back. I’ll shred these pathetic shields conjured by those pompous mages with my claws.”
He half-transformed into the shape of a colossal wolf and unleashed a ferocious strike toward the golden door.
With a deafening crash, ancient runes shrieked and tore asunder in the air.
The supposedly unbreakable seal of the Grand Mage shattered like glass, and the thick golden door crumpled like paper, collapsing inward with a grotesque sound.
The sight revealed within the Forbidden Library beyond the destroyed golden door was nothing short of horrifying.
Tens of thousands of forbidden ancient tomes swirled chaotically through the air, and suspended at their center was an elderly man shrouded in dense darkness.
He was Elian, the master of the Imperial Magic Tower and revered as the greatest scholar in the world.
Yet clinging grotesquely to his hunched back like a thick shadow was an enormous and hideous specter.
It was a terrifying form that glimmered with thousands of blood-red eyes, greedily devouring all the knowledge within the Magic Tower.
A horrifying arrogance that placed all the world’s knowledge beneath its feet and believed only itself had touched the realm of divinity.
The Pride Demon—the fifth and final calamity—had finally revealed its overwhelming true form.
The Grand Mage gazed down at us from the air, laughing with a grotesque and murky voice.
“How dare you foolish, wretched insects trample upon my sacred sanctuary, where I have attained divine knowledge!”
As he waved his withered fingers lightly, the thousands of books suspended in the air transformed into razor-sharp steel blades and rained down upon us.
Demian Lyart immediately drew his silver holy sword and positioned himself before us, unfurling a massive shield of radiant light.
Demian Lyart’s voice rang out with fierce determination and solemn resolve.
“Knowledge corrupted by arrogance is nothing but a weapon that sickens the world! In the name of the Goddess, I shall judge your abominable pride!”
Clang! Boom!
The books of paper and leather burst forth with the metallic shriek of steel, scattering in all directions.
Shredded paper fragments became a storm as sharp as blades, sweeping ruthlessly across the entire Forbidden Library.
While Demian Lyart’s brilliant shield of light barely held back the relentless barrage of incoming books, Kairik von Herzen kicked off the ground and soared upward.
He scattered crimson sword energy through the air, mercilessly severing the encroaching waves of dark magic.
As the final calamity, the oppressive weight of the magic it unleashed was far greater and heavier than all four previous demons combined.
Even the suffocating air of the archive seemed to pierce my skin like sharp needles.
Yet I felt no fear, not a shred of hesitation.
Behind me stood a perfect forest of a Holy Knight purifying all malevolent magic, and before me growled a ruthless beast that would tear through any obstacle without hesitation.
I gripped the steel handle of the mana hammer I’d retrieved from my spatial pouch firmly with both hands.
I poured every remaining mana into the hammer’s head in a violent explosion, laughing coldly.
I called out to the specter with unmistakable warning.
“I don’t care if it’s noble magic or a Grand Mage. Today, I’m going to smash that arrogant skull of yours to pieces and end this tiresome hunt once and for all!”
The blue radiance pouring from my hammer tore through the pitch-black darkness of pride and surged upward with ferocious intensity.

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