Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 66

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Chapter 66. The Fragrance of Confession and a Twisted Legacy
The air in the living room had grown clearer thanks to the purification barrier, yet the expressions on everyone’s faces remained as murky as rotting flesh.
I sank deep into the sofa and drained the carbonated water Kairik had offered me. The sharp fizz sliding down my throat soothed my irritable mood somewhat.
“Violetta, I have intensified the barrier’s concentration. Are you more comfortable now?”
Demian Lyart asked as he settled at my feet, his holy sword resting across his knees.
The sight of the usually noble Knight Commander attending to me like a servant would have astonished anyone else, but to me he was simply an exceptionally efficient air conditioning unit positioned conveniently at my side.
“Well, it’s better than before. But those people over there—their constant muttering has been getting on my nerves.”
My gaze fell upon Arthur and Lisa, the eldest and youngest, who kept glancing nervously at each other while gnawing at their fingernails.
Through my spiritual sight, their shadows bloomed with darker stains than before. This was no mere miasma. It was guilt and greed—decades of festering sin flowering like mold.
“Hey, weakling. You heard what that shadow bastard said earlier, right? All ten crows must die.”
Kairik whispered low from the opposite armrest, his crimson eyes gleaming like a predator stalking prey.
“My instincts tell me none of these people are right in the head. Especially that fat one—he’s been hiding something in his jacket and keeps fumbling with it. Should I just snap his wrist and check what it is?”
The person Kairik indicated was Edward, a cousin.
He gripped his inner jacket pocket desperately while his eyes darted about. I waved my hand dismissively.
“Both of you, stop. If His Highness breaks an arm, the screaming will rupture my eardrums, and if Demian tightens the purification any further, I’ll catch a cold from the chill. Just make me another cocktail instead.”
“A cocktail?! Absolutely not! Alcohol is forbidden in a place tainted with such filth!”
Demian cut me off firmly, his eyes widening as though he were a stern guardian responsible for my health.
“My holy power is sacred light infused with warmth. Isn’t His Highness’s savage bloodlust the true culprit irritating Violetta’s nerves?”
“Ha! Priest, what warmth does that feeble glow of yours possess? My body heat would be a hundred times more soothing.”
Kairik scoffed and subtly pressed his body against my shoulder.
Even amid the miasma blanketing the room, this beast’s pulse burned hot as an inferno. He rumbled low near my ear and continued.
“Weakling, your fingertips are cold. You’ve caught the chill from being near that priest, haven’t you? Come here and hold my arm instead.”
“Your Highness! What manner of rudeness is this, taking advantage of the moment!”
Demian sprang to his feet and tried to swat Kairik’s hand away, transparent flames erupting between them. I exhaled deeply from the center of their clashing auras.
“Enough! I said I’ll handle it myself, didn’t I? Just do your job as escort knights. Stop meddling in my personal affairs! Is this a war zone, or a training ground for Holy Knights?”
My cold rebuke made Demian droop like a scolded puppy, and Kairik clicked his tongue while scratching the back of his head.
Yet Demian didn’t relent—he carefully settled at my feet again and brushed dust from the hem of my dress, while Kairik draped his arm over the sofa’s backrest and began glaring menacingly at everything around us.
This irritating triangular escort system was draining my energy more than the Greed Demon itself.
In frustration, I slammed the carbonated water bottle onto the table.
“Just both of you shut up and keep watch. Those people are about to break.”
Unable to bear the tedium, I secretly withdrew a single dried crimson petal from my dimensional pocket—the “Flower of Truth” I’d purchased at considerable expense from the Back Alley Occult Shop. Anyone who inhales its fragrance is forced to expel their most hideous secrets buried deep within their heart.
The Greed Demon was after their guilt and greed anyway. If I lanced the wound first, I could drag out The Mastermind quickly and end this tedious farce.
I crushed the petal between my fingers and blew it through the gaps in Demian’s purification barrier. The sweet and metallic fragrance of the Flower of Truth spread instantly through the stale air of the living room.
Demian, unaware of my actions, tilted his head as the intense floral scent suddenly bloomed.
“Where is this strong flower fragrance coming from….”
Before he could finish, the effect manifested immediately. Arthur, who had been anxiously gnawing his nails in the corner, suddenly leaped to his feet and screamed.
“Father was the one who did wrong! We just did what we were told! That woman… her death was an accident!”
As his cry rang out, the massive family crest frame hanging on the living room wall crashed to the floor. With a deafening crash, my spiritual sight was struck by a hallucination of thousands of insects pouring from behind the frame.
“Lisa! If you had just locked the door back then!”
“You pushed her, didn’t you! You pushed her and she fell down the basement stairs!”
The family members suddenly began exposing past sins like madmen, seizing each other by the collar. The incident from thirty years ago—when the second wife of Count Vain, their stepmother, had vanished without a trace.
In the air where the fragrance of truth flowers I’d secretly scattered mingled grotesquely with the cursed miasma dwelling in this mansion, that hideous truth finally burst forth like a dam breaking.
[Hehehehe! Tell me more! More of those filthy, ugly stories!]
[Eight of them… seven remain!]
The sculptures atop the fireplace began cracking one by one, emitting eerie sounds.
This was already the fifth one.
The fact that a sculpture shattered without anyone dying meant their souls had already been half-devoured by the Greed Demon.
“Violetta, they’re not in their right minds. The miasma has completely paralyzed their reason!”
Demian Lyart drew his holy blade to protect me, while Kairik von Herzen also blocked my path, his bestial eyes blazing.
“This atmosphere is quite the spectacle. So it wasn’t an inheritance dispute after all—it was an exposé of a murderer’s household? Those pieces of trash don’t seem worth protecting. Should I just tear them all to shreds?”
Kairik von Herzen’s arm muscles swelled as if about to burst, and murderous intent blanketed the living room. I rose slowly from my seat and pulled out my hammer, resting it casually across my shoulder.
“Demian Lyart, Your Highness. Didn’t I tell you? When pesky flies buzz about, I can’t get any sleep.”
I strode between Arthur and Edward, who were grappling for each other’s throats, and brought my hammer down with a thunderous crash directly beside their feet on the marble floor.
Boom—!
The living room floor cracked like a spider’s web beneath the tremendous impact.
The fighting humans fell on their backsides and fell silent.
I brushed the dust from my hammer and looked down at them.
“Whether you murdered that woman in the past or buried her corpse in the basement is none of my concern. But I won’t tolerate you filling my rest time with this pathetic theater.”
I raised my hammer, pointing it at the raven sculptures remaining atop the fireplace.
“Judging by how quickly the sculptures are breaking, the Mastermind must be in the basement. Demian Lyart, bind these foolish humans with rope and lock them in a purification barrier. And Your Highness, it seems we need to take a look at the basement together. It doesn’t appear to have been cleaned in thirty years.”
“N-no, not the basement! That place is cursed!”
Arthur tried to grab my leg, but Kairik von Herzen’s terrifying kick crushed his hand.
“How dare you lay hands. If you want to die, just say the word—I’ll have you shipped straight over the Cliff.”
Leaving the terrified family behind, I walked toward the basement door at the end of the corridor, from which a musty stench rose.
“Violetta, this is dangerous! Allow me to go first!”
“Step aside, pretty boy! Smelling things out is my specialty as a beast. Weakling, stay right behind my back.”
The overprotective beasts on either side of me and the stench of thirty-year-old mold. Far from enjoying a leisurely cocktail, I was destined to inhale the reek of a corpse aged three decades.
But once I swept away these repugnant things, I wouldn’t hesitate to plunder Count Vain’s entire vault.
“Let’s go. I’ll exterminate every last ‘raven’ in this castle before the night is through.”
I smiled coldly and kicked open the rotted wooden door of the basement with my foot.
The ugly heart of the Emerald Hall was finally about to reveal itself.

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