Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63. Pesky Flies and Cold Steak
In the pitch-black darkness, Arthur’s horrific screams mingled with the thunderous sound of bodies crashing across the floor.
In the midst of the chaos, his terrified family members shrieked and stumbled about, paralyzed by fear of an unseen killer.
I moved unhurriedly through the darkness, hammer resting casually across my shoulder, advancing slowly toward the Greed Demon that was throttling Arthur’s neck.
Money? Of course money is appealing. Earning enough to cover my daily maintenance expenses always sends a thrill through me.
But watching this pathetic spectacle unfold before my eyes right now, all those invoices and nonsense suddenly felt utterly irritating.
[Hehehehe! Can you see me? Our eyes just locked, didn’t they?]
The Greed Demon twisted Arthur’s neck grotesquely, turning its head to face me.
Its body was a repugnant mass of pitch-black sludge with dozens of eyeballs clustered densely across its surface.
From its mouth, dark crimson saliva dripped relentlessly, dissolving the finest carpet with nauseating efficiency.
[I can see you! How thrilling! Once I snuff out this bastard’s life, shall I cling to you and torment you instead? Your essence looks so deliciously appetizing, hehehehe!]
The Greed Demon lashed out toward me with pitch-black tentacles, writhing eagerly.
The moment that repulsive aura brushed against my skin, I felt an unpleasant sensation—my vitality draining away in microscopic increments.
A typical and vicious leech of a creature, one that devoured human energy simply by existing in proximity.
I gripped the steel handle of my hammer tightly, my eyes turning cold as I looked down at the thing.
“Ugh, this is seriously annoying.”
I clicked my tongue in irritation and spun the hammer lightly from my shoulder.
“Where does a garbage-reeking slime blob like you get off interfering while people are eating? You’re draining my patience and being a nuisance.”
[What, what did you say, you insolent wench…!]
The Greed Demon glared with all dozens of its eyeballs in displeasure, lunging toward me.
From the head of my hammer, the compressed blue mana erupted like lightning.
“You’re so grotesque—disappear from my sight.”
Crack—! Boom!
With a sharp, exhilarating blast that tore through the darkness, my hammer smashed down on the creature’s grotesque head, eyeballs and all, in a single devastating swing.
The demon didn’t even manage a final scream before it was crushed beneath the heavy steel head and burst apart in mid-air with a dull thud.
The pitch-black remnants of demonic energy that scattered in all directions ignited the moment they touched the blue flames clinging to my hammer, hissing as they oxidized into ash.
A single blow.
As casual and merciless as swatting an annoying fly with a flyswatter—a clean, physical exorcism.
“Haa, huff, huff…!”
The moment the Greed Demon vanished, Arthur gasped for air on the floor, clutching his throat desperately.
At that instant, the chandelier in the Dining Room flickered back to life with a soft pop, flooding the space with warm light.
The moment illumination returned, the family members huddled beneath the table lifted their heads in unison, trembling.
“A-Arthur!”
“What on earth happened! Who tried to kill Arthur!”
The family stared in shock at Arthur, whose neck bore vivid red handprints as he gasped and wheezed.
But they couldn’t have seen me smashing the Greed Demon’s skull in with my hammer in that darkness.
They likely believed only that someone had strangled Arthur in the blackness, and that he had miraculously survived.
I casually tossed my hammer into my dimensional pocket and returned to my seat as if nothing had occurred.
“Don’t play games with me, Edward! You hired someone to strangle me so you could monopolize the inheritance!”
Arthur, barely catching his breath, his eyes bloodshot with fury, pointed an accusatory finger at his younger brother.
Edward, who had been singled out, was equally unwilling to back down. He slammed the table and bellowed.
“That’s insane! Did you stage this whole farce while the lights were out? Trying to win Father’s sympathy?”
An elegant, meticulously planned locked-room murder worthy of a detective novel?
No such thing existed in this Mansion.
Only foolish humans blinded by greed, tearing each other down and harboring suspicion, and the repugnant swarms of parasitic creatures that fed on the filth of their ugly emotions—Greed Demons—infested this place.
I gazed down at the premium tenderloin steak before me and irritably picked up my knife.
I had expended some energy swatting that fly moments ago, and I had wanted to satisfy my appetite with the Southern Region’s excellent cuisine, but the meat had already grown cold.
“Ah, the meat’s gone cold. This is truly bothersome in every way.”
As I irritably clinked my knife, the two men standing on either side of me, maintaining their vigilant stance, suddenly fixed their gazes upon me in unison.
Demian Lyart hurried over and cleared the plate before me, his voice trembling with urgency.
“For the meat to grow cold and spoil your palate—I am deeply sorry. I shall immediately order the kitchen to prepare a fresh one. Given that the vile residue of that demon may have touched this table, it would be wise to refrain from eating anything here.”
He wore an expression of profound remorse, as though he himself were the culprit who had allowed the steak to cool.
At that moment, Kairik von Herzen let out a scoff and roughly dragged an empty chair close beside me.
“Those kitchen fools will be trembling too much to cook properly. If there’s no one who knows how to grill meat, I’ll head out to the Southern Beach myself and drag back a whole wild boar to roast for you. You just sit there and enjoy what I bring you.”
Kairik bared his sharp fangs in a grin.
A merciless beast on the battlefield, yet igniting his hunting instincts over my single cold steak—it was both amusing and oddly endearing.
“Both of you, please don’t overdo it. I’m not a child, after all.”
As I chided them with a faint smile playing at my lips, the two men exchanged sharp glances at each other, though inwardly relieved that my mood had improved.
Meanwhile, the family’s quarrel was escalating into utter chaos.
As the curses and accusations they hurled at one another grew more intense, the dark shadows lurking throughout the dining room began to creep forth and gather above their heads.
[Hate them! Kill them! Take it all for yourself!]
Invisible Greed Demons whispered sweet and terrible curses directly into the humans’ ears.
One of the ten raven statues positioned atop the Fireplace suddenly cracked with a sharp sound and split in two, tumbling to the floor.
“Kyaaah! A-a raven statue shattered!”
“This is a curse! Someone is trying to kill us one by one!”
Watching the family members shriek in terror at the sight of the broken statue, I rested my chin languidly in my palm.
“A curse? How ridiculous.”
As I let out a scoff, Kairik leaned toward me with interest and whispered.
“What is it? I can’t see anything, but it looks like your eyes are catching sight of something disgusting crawling about like insects again.”
I swept my cold gaze across the loudly clamoring family and answered.
“The murky greed these humans are emitting has coalesced with the moldy demonic energy permeating this Mansion, spawning low-level malevolent spirits infinitely. This isn’t a meticulously orchestrated serial murder—it’s simply the process of them becoming food for monsters through their own avarice.”
Demian Lyart’s brow furrowed with revulsion as he placed his hand upon the hilt of his holy sword.
“A breeding ground for corruption itself. A horrifying scene of human desire leading to self-destruction. Violetta, is there any need to waste further time on such wretches? Allow me to purify this entire Mansion with my holy sword and sever the source at once.”
Kairik von Herzen smirked at Demian’s words and chimed in.
“For a Knight Commander, that’s quite the bold proposal. I’m in favor. To silence those loud-mouthed fools, the quickest way would be to smash all the Mansion’s pillars and drive them outside.”
At the two men’s extreme and crude solution, I exhaled lightly.
“Both of you, please calm down. Have you not considered how much of a bill would arrive if we carelessly destroyed someone else’s Castle? While I enjoy earning money, destroying others’ property and paying compensation is not to my taste.”
I rose slowly from my seat and elegantly brushed the wrinkles from my dress hem.
The true nature of this troublesome occult commotion had become clear.
There was no brilliant serial killer here, no tragic narrative of resentment.
Nothing but money-obsessed fools and the disgusting swarm of flies drawn to their stench.
And I had not cultivated the mercy to spare flies that disturbed my peaceful vacation and buzzed about so insolently.
“Well, I wanted to shut myself away in my chamber and rest quietly, but with all these flies buzzing about, I simply cannot sleep. I suppose I should step out and burn some herbal smoke that mosquitoes detest throughout the Mansion—a nice, thorough fumigation.”
At my cool and confident declaration, the eyes of both Kairik von Herzen and Demian Lyart blazed with fierce intensity simultaneously.
The mystery of the culprit in this detective story had been solved.
What remained now was only the overwhelming and merciless physical extermination of the repugnant things that had offended my sensibilities.

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