Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 59

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Chapter 59. The Crumbling Holy Temple and Beasts Beneath the Moonlight
As the steel hammer, brimming with mana on the verge of rupture, plunged into The Pope’s chest, a spiderweb of crystalline fractures erupted from the crimson core.
Crack, crack-crack.
The sharp, shattering sound of breaking glass echoed through the deepest Sanctuary of the Papal See with a chilling resonance.
The Pope’s eyes dilated grotesquely, flooded with shock and terror.
“No! My immortality! My eternal kingdom built over centuries!”
He desperately grasped at the disintegrating core, but the azure radiance erupting from my mana hammer consumed his filthy greed without mercy.
Clang!
At last, the crimson heart that had gestated all the calamities of The Continent shattered into tens of thousands of fragments, scattering into the void.
Before the shards could touch the ground, they were engulfed in brilliant azure flames, beginning their perfect purification.
Thousands of wronged souls, oppressed and devoured by the core for centuries, finally broke their chains and surged upward into the air in unison.
Like fireflies, they glowed with warm light, circled once around me, and then scattered beyond the night sky in search of eternal rest.
As all the vengeful spirits he had commanded escaped, The Pope shriveled grotesquely and pathetically, like a deflated leather sack.
“Gaaaaaahhhhh!”
A final, tearing scream burst from The Pope’s mouth.
With the core that had forcibly sustained his immortality gone, his body decayed and crumbled in an instant, transforming into a handful of black ash.
The moment the great Mastermind who had driven The Continent to the brink of destruction finally vanished, utterly and completely.
Yet there was no time to savor the joy of victory.
The moment the core was destroyed, Basement Level 7’s Sanctuary, which had been forcibly sustained by vast magical energy, began collapsing at a terrifying speed.
Rumble, crash!
Massive marble pillars snapped in half and toppled, the ceiling caved in, and boulders the size of houses rained down like hail.
The ground split open with cracks, revealing pits of roiling magical energy, and the ornate altar was swallowed without trace into the darkness.
From all directions came ear-splitting roars as a thick cloud of dust swept over us like a tidal wave.
In the acrid dust cloud that completely obscured my vision, I coughed and sputtered.
Demian Lyart cried out urgently, deflecting the fragments raining down on my head with a massive shield of light.
“The Sanctuary is collapsing completely! We must escape this place at once!”
But the collapse of the Sanctuary was far too rapid to climb back up the normal staircase to Basement Level 6.
Then, Kairik von Herzen seized my waist with his powerful arms, pulling me close.
His crimson eyes flashed with bestial ferocity, radiating fierce fighting spirit.
Kairik von Herzen growled low and declared.
“We have no time for the stairs. We’ll tear through the ceiling and burst straight to the surface in one leap. Hold tight to my neck and don’t bite your tongue, Violetta!”
A explosive wave of blood-red sword energy erupted from Kairik von Herzen’s body, mercilessly tearing through the thick bedrock above our heads.
In the form of a colossal wolf, he leaped ferociously upward, using the crumbling debris as stepping stones.
The immense gravity and acceleration stole my breath, but Kairik von Herzen’s arms held me with steel-like firmness, keeping my body perfectly steady.
With my cheek pressed against his burning chest, feeling his bestial heartbeat, I entrusted myself completely to his perfect reflexes as he performed a breathtaking aerial maneuver to evade the cascading rocks.
Demian Lyart followed closely behind us, perfectly deflecting the lethal fragments flying from all directions with his holy sword.
“Light of the Goddess, open our path!”
The brilliant radiance Demian Lyart unleashed vaporized the remaining debris from the ceiling Kairik von Herzen had destroyed, widening the passage.
Each time his silver holy sword cut through the air, the crumbling bedrock crumbled like sand, creating a safe trajectory.
Lest even a single sharp stone ricochet toward me, Demian Lyart expanded his barrier to its limit, unconcerned that his own shoulder was scraped and bleeding against the rocks.
Beads of blood adorned his forehead, where a frenzied devotion to protect me burned with fierce intensity.
The beast’s overwhelming leaping power combined with the Holy Knight’s flawless defensive formation.
Thanks to the two men’s fantastical synchronization, we pierced vertically through the collapsing depths of the Papal See without hesitation.
Crash! Boom!
The moment we shattered the final marble floor and erupted onto the surface, crisp, cool night air flooded into my lungs in a rush.
We launched ourselves off the roof of the Papal See’s main hall and landed gracefully atop the towering Bell Tower at a safe distance.
The magnificent Grand Cathedral of the Papal See where we had stood moments before was collapsing with a deafening roar, sending up a massive cloud of dust.
It was a brilliant and overwhelming spectacle—the symbol of arrogance that sought to devour the Continent, now eternally buried along with its deepest Sanctuary.
“Haah….”
As all tension released at once, the aftereffects of pushing my Spirit Eyes to their absolute limit crashed over me like a tidal wave, and my legs buckled beneath me.
My vision spun dizzily, my breathing grew ragged, and searing heat poured from my eyes.
From the extreme mana expenditure, my fingertips had turned numb and cold, sensation fading away.
Just as my body began to collapse onto the Bell Tower’s floor, two sturdy arms caught me simultaneously.
Demian Lyart rushed to embrace me, pouring his clear, pristine holy power down upon me like a waterfall.
“Violetta! You’ve pushed yourself far too hard. Steady your breathing at once.”
Demian Lyart’s white uniform was scratched by debris and filthy with dust, yet the holy power he emanated was more intense and radiant than ever before.
As he held me firmly and chanted healing prayers without pause, my tangled mana circuits found their proper places, and my ragged breathing gradually calmed.
That crystalline energy, like a refreshing breeze through a pristine forest, flowed through my entire body, cleansing away every trace of the vile demonic residue.
It was a perfect sanctuary and healing forest that existed solely for me.
Kairik von Herzen also draped his thick cloak over my shoulders, and with rough yet tender hands, he brushed back my sweat-dampened hair.
Kairik von Herzen examined my unmarred face meticulously before finally releasing a breath of relief.
“Swinging that hammer around so recklessly—quite the sight. But… your technique for crushing skulls tonight was rather impressive.”
It was the highest praise to emerge from the lips of the arrogant Northern Grand Duke, who was notoriously stingy with compliments.
Kairik von Herzen carefully cradled my cheek in his hand and gently pressed his burning forehead against mine.
He whispered in a low, restrained voice.
“I’m grateful you weren’t hurt, Violetta. Had you come to any harm, I would have ground every marble fragment of that Papal See between my teeth.”
Demian Lyart attempted to brush away Kairik von Herzen’s hand with a jealous gaze, but instead released a deep sigh and carefully took my other hand.
Demian Lyart spoke softly with a tender smile.
“For tonight alone, I shall overlook the Duke’s crude and irreverent methods. Your safe presence beside me is blessing enough to inspire infinite gratitude.”
Even the two fierce beasts who had snarled and circled each other as if ready to kill seemed to have declared a brief, peaceful truce before this monumental achievement that had saved the Continent.
I leaned into Demian Lyart’s refreshing embrace while clutching Kairik von Herzen’s cloak, warmed by his body heat.
Faced with this blind devotion and fierce affection pouring down upon me, a contented smile naturally bloomed across my lips.
I squeezed their calloused, sturdy hands in turn and laughed with clear, crystalline joy.
“You both worked so hard. This tedious hunt has finally, truly come to an end.”
The enormous full moon rising in the night sky blessed our perfect victory, pouring down brilliant silver light.

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