Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67. The Staircase of Hell and Unwanted Close Protection
The wooden door of the Basement, kicked open by my foot, shrieked with an otherworldly cry as it swung backward.
What poured forth from beyond the threshold was far more than mere dust. Thirty years of accumulated resentment and viscous malevolent energy coiled around my ankles like fog.
I wrinkled my brow at the stench of rotting corpses and mold that assaulted my nostrils.
“Ugh, seriously. Does this mansion not understand the concept of ventilation? I think I need to buy a mask before we even talk about exorcism.”
As I muttered in irritation while peering down into the shadowy Staircase below, Demian extended his hand as though he’d been waiting for this moment. Upon his palm, sacred power condensed with exquisite precision into a luminous sphere that illuminated the void.
“Violetta, the Staircase is steep and damp—it’s dangerous. Take my hand. And if you smell this, it should help considerably.”
In Demian’s other outstretched palm lay a small crystalline formation of light he had shaped with his sacred power. From it emanated a delicate lavender fragrance and the cool essence of a forest, neutralizing the revolting stench of the Basement.
“Oh, this is actually quite useful. Demian, you truly excel as a portable air purifier.”
At my compliment, Demian’s ears flushed a pale crimson in an instant.
Just as he lowered his head shyly to escort my hand, Kairik, standing beside us, let out a derisive snort and interjected.
“Air purifier? That’s ridiculous. What good is smelling something so bland? Grip my shirt instead—it carries the scent of beasts. That’ll sharpen your senses far better than this cheap fragrance.”
Kairik rolled up his shirt sleeves roughly, then suddenly seized my waist and pressed me against his side. The warm heat radiating from his taut muscles instantly dispelled the damp, cold air of the Basement.
“Let go, please! The Staircase is already narrow—how am I supposed to descend like this?”
“Stay quiet. I sense something unpleasant below. Besides, I’ve arranged it so you’ll fall straight into my arms if you stumble—be grateful.”
“Arranged? You’re just indulging yourself!”
Demian gripped the hilt of his holy sword, his gaze toward Kairik turning lethal. It seemed as though his sacred blade and Kairik’s claws might clash right here on the Basement Staircase.
“Your Highness, can you not see that Violetta is uncomfortable? Remove those crude hands at once. Must I break your shins to make you see reason?”
“Ha! Try it, scholar. I’m curious whether that thin blade of yours can pierce my hide.”
Sandwiched between the two men, I exhaled a deep sigh. The Greed Demons below the Staircase were drooling and whispering, “Hehehehe, what a delicious scent!” while my so-called protectors engaged in childish territorial disputes over the space beside me.
“Both of you, shut up and watch the path! If I hear one more growl from either of you, I’m abandoning this Basement, abandoning the inheritance, and taking a train out of here alone!”
At my dire ultimatum, both men fell silent simultaneously.
Demian brightened the light of his orb with an aggrieved expression, while Kairik clicked his tongue and, instead of holding my waist, draped his thick arm across my shoulders.
As we descended the narrow, steep Stone Staircase, the two men’s silent power struggle continued as invisible pressure.
Demian showed meticulous care, lifting the ground slightly with his sacred power to prevent my dress hem from dragging across the filthy floor, while Kairik blocked all the unpleasant cold seeping from the walls with his own body, pushing me inward.
“Hey, Your Highness. This is too cramped. I can’t breathe.”
“Stay quiet. Someone’s been giggling behind that wall since earlier. Don’t ignore a beast’s instincts.”
True to Kairik’s words, a chilling sound like dozens of fingernails scraping stone echoed from beyond the wall.
[Can you see? Can you see? Do you hear that woman’s heartbeat?]
As eerie whispers circled my ears, I frowned.
“Violetta, do not listen. Such commotion from base spirits is unworthy of your attention.”
Demian gently covered my other ear with his palm.
His hand was cool and smooth, like his very essence. In that brief moment of silence, the lavender fragrance intensified.
The instant Kairik saw this, he knocked Demian’s hand away and pulled my shoulder more forcefully against him.
“Scholar, I told you to remove your hand! If you’re scared, just bury your face in my chest. This leather shirt won’t get wet even if you drool.”
“I’m not drooling! And both of you are treating me like some fragile glass sculpture, but I’m an exorcist with a hammer. Just clear the path!”
Despite my exasperated cry, the two men continued to sandwich me between them as they escorted me all the way to the end of the Basement.
As a result, I felt like the youngest sibling caught between two overly zealous older brothers.
And so we descended the worn Stone Staircase, one step at a time.
As we descended further, the candelabras embedded in the walls ignited of their own accord with blood-red flames. And when we finally reached the Basement at the foot of the Staircase, we were confronted with a bizarre spectacle.
In the center of the Basement stood an enormous altar shaped like a raven’s nest, upon which bones presumed to be the remains of my Stepmother—who had vanished thirty years prior—were fused together with black gemstones.
Hundreds of raven statues encircled it like sentinels standing guard.
[Seven… Six remain!]
Each time screams echoed from the floors above, the black gemstones atop the altar pulsed with a sickly crimson glow.
This was no mere curse.
It was necromancy—drawing power from the family’s confessions of guilt, ascending the vengeful spirit of the dead woman into a demon.
“Violetta, step back! The altar’s dark magic has exceeded its threshold!”
Demian Lyart urgently shielded me behind his back, deploying a barrier of light.
In the same instant, pitch-black shadow tendrils erupted from the altar like serpents, hurtling toward us.
“Hmph, so we’re finally getting to the main event? Weakling, stay right behind me. I’ll turn those squid legs into sashimi in a second flat.”
Kairik von Herzen leaped skyward, shredding the tendrils with crimson-stained claws while Demian Lyart simultaneously purified the cascading fragments of dark magic with holy power, constructing a flawless defense.
While the two men fought like madmen at the front, I spotted a worn diary tucked in the corner of the altar.
Through my spiritual sight, I could see that diary was the very linchpin binding all this cursed madness together.
“Ah, once I dispose of that, this tedious serial murder farce will finally end.”
I adjusted my grip on the hammer and smiled languidly.
When it came to ending things, my patience had always been remarkably short.
Yet smashing the skulls of these repugnant creatures never ceased to bring me joy.
Why, you ask?
Because in my past life, I was only ever the victim of these wretches!
“Demian Lyart, left flank! Your Majesty, right flank! Leave the center open—I’ll demolish that wretched nest myself!”
At my cry, the Holy Knight’s radiance and the beast’s darkness parted like curtains, opening a path.
I surged through the gap with ferocious momentum, raising my hammer high overhead.
“Let me repay your debt for ruining my vacation—with interest!”
Azure mana erupted from my hammer, consuming the dark Basement in its brilliance.

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