Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6. Kisses Are Brief, But Beatings Are Long
Crash—!
As my three-section staff cut through the air, a heavy explosive sound erupted alongside a crimson flash. The holy power I’d obtained from kissing Demian’s cheek—what I called the kiss buff—was truly formidable.
“Aaaagh!”
The Baron, clipped on the shoulder by my staff, screamed and flew backward.
To others, it must have looked like a delicate woman beating a muscular man with a club—a complete inversion of the natural order. But to my eyes, the gluttony demon clinging to the Baron’s shoulder crumbled into charcoal before scattering to dust.
The sharp impact reverberated through my fingertips.
I danced through the throng of zombie-like nobles, my dress skirts billowing around me.
“Make way! Physical therapy incoming!”
Thwack! Crack!
Each time my staff danced, black smoke rose into the air.
The brainwashed nobles collapsed to the floor like puppets with severed strings the moment the demons detached from them. Then Demian shouted urgently.
“Miss Violetta! Behind you!”
Before I could turn, I felt a chilling killing intent from behind. A subordinate of the Goat Demon had crept close and was swinging a dagger at my throat.
Clang—!
A sharp metallic ring sounded. Before I could even block, Demian stepped in front of me and deflected the dagger. He’d brought no weapon, but wielded a champagne bottle like a club, striking the attacker’s wrist.
“Wow, partner. Not bad?”
“You’re one to talk… Where on earth does that monstrous strength come from?”
Demian asked, breathing heavily. His eyes held both shock and bewilderment. And no wonder—the crimson flames flickering at the tip of my staff were neither ordinary magic nor sword energy.
They resembled far too closely the divine power he’d devoted his entire life to serving—holy flame itself.
Only its form had taken the shape of primitive, primal violence: a beating with a club.
“I told you. I got recharged by you.”
I smiled wickedly and adjusted my grip on the staff.
“Well, the trash mobs are cleaned up. Shall we dig into the main course now?”
I fixed my gaze on the Club’s owner standing on the platform—the Goat Demon. It trembled with rage as its subordinates were swept away like autumn leaves.
[Insolent wretches… How dare you destroy my breeding ground?!]
As the Goat Demon shrieked, the Banquet Hall’s red lights exploded, and black shadows erupted from all directions. They transformed into sharp thorns and rushed toward us. Demian shouted.
“Danger! Evade!”
Demian wrapped his arm around my waist and threw us both to the ground. Black thorns pierced the spot where we’d stood, melting the marble floor beneath them.
“How cowardly—a ranged attack.”
I slipped from Demian’s embrace and rolled across the floor.
The distance was too great.
To reach that platform, I’d have to pierce through the creature’s shadow thorn barrier. But my staff is a close-range weapon. Without closing the distance, I couldn’t land a blow.
Which left only one option.
“Demian.”
“Yes?”
“Throw me.”
“…What did you just say?”
Demian questioned, doubting his ears. I pointed toward the platform and spoke plainly.
“I need to reach up there, but I don’t have enough momentum for a running start. You’ll need to be my launching pad.”
“Have you lost your mind? That’s a mid-tier demon! A reckless charge like that will leave nothing but bones to bury!”
“I won’t die. We’re connected by the power of love right now, aren’t we?”
I winked shamelessly. Demian’s expression turned utterly flabbergasted, but with those approaching shadow thorns, he had no choice.
He gritted his teeth, bent his knees, and clasped his hands together to form a foothold.
Then he spoke through gritted teeth.
“…If you so much as get injured, I’m billing you for medical expenses.”
“Don’t worry. I have plenty of money.”
I ran without hesitation. Gathering my dress skirts, I sprinted at full speed and planted my feet firmly on the hand platform Demian had created.
“Hyah!”
Demian launched me skyward with a shout.
Thanks to his tremendous strength, I shot upward like a stone fired from a catapult.
Brushing past an ornate chandelier, I twisted my body mid-air and raised my three-section staff overhead. The Goat Demon’s startled eyes entered my vision in slow motion.
[This… this crazy woman?! Flying through the sky?!]
“Flying? I’m falling, you fool!”
Gravitational acceleration, my body weight, and the holy power blessed by the Paladin—everything converged into my right hand.
“Back to hell with you, you goat bastard!”
Crash—!
My three-section staff struck true, embedding itself precisely between the demon’s horns, right at its crown.
With a deafening explosion, the platform collapsed. Crimson holy flames erupted, consuming the demon’s body.
[Screeeeeech!]
The Goat Demon shrieked and scattered into black ash.
At the same moment, the crimson barrier that had shrouded the Banquet Hall shattered, and moonlight poured through the windows. I attempted a graceful landing…but my high heels betrayed me, and my ankle twisted.
“Ah!”
Just as I was about to plummet to the floor, strong arms caught me.
“….”
Opening my eyes, I found Demian cradling me in a princess carry.
His sacred silver hair, damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead, gleamed under the moonlight, while his piercing blue eyes shimmered with relief, awe, and a strange warmth. He whispered low.
“…Reckless. Truly reckless.”

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