Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 68

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Chapter 68. The Broken Diary and the Stench of Truth
Crash!
The moment my hammer struck the center of the altar, the castle shrieked like a living thing, trembling violently.
Azure mana erupted in all directions, incinerating the viscous darkness, and the black gems encasing the altar shattered into powder with agonized wails.
[No! My… my eternal life!]
[Ten of them… no, they must all perish!]
The raven spirits suspended in the void let out final screams as their forms tore apart, dissolving into nothingness.
The acrid stench of rotting corpses that had been piercing my lungs was finally scoured away by the purifying flames of my hammer, and at last I could breathe freely.
I leaned heavily on my hammer, gasping for breath.
“Phew, quite the dramatic spring cleaning, wasn’t it? Demian, Your Majesty—stay sharp. We’re not finished yet.”
At my words, two figures burst through the dust cloud simultaneously toward my side.
“Violetta! Are you hurt anywhere? What will you do if you exhaust yourself pouring out mana like that!”
Demian wrapped his arms around my shoulders, urgently searching my face. Cool holy power flowed from his palms, circulating through my entire body and steadying my ragged breathing. His sweat-dampened forehead held nothing but concern and devotion for me.
Seeing this, Kairik irritably swatted Demian’s hand away and seized my opposite wrist.
“Hey, pretty boy! Stop touching someone who’s worn out. Weakling, you okay? Your face is half-drained. I should really warm you up with my heat to get your blood flowing again….”
“Your Majesty, please. If you try to warm my blood right now, I’ll burn to death first.”
I pushed Kairik’s hand away and brushed the ash from my sleeve. Truth be told, the arc my hammer traced was far from elegant—merely heavy, decisive, and mercilessly destructive. Remembering my pathetic former self, weeping as these ghost fragments toyed with me in my past life, the physical exhaustion I felt now was almost a pleasant form of stress relief.
“These disgusting things have turned my precious dress into a rag. I’ll have to send this household a bill for exorcism fees and dry cleaning.”
Muttering complaints, I picked up a worn diary that had fallen in the corner of the altar.
The black leather cover was already half-rotted, yet the resentment dwelling within it still writhed disturbingly alive. The moment I grasped the diary, a sickly hatred transmitted through my fingertips, and I couldn’t help but frown.
As I turned the first page, crimson words written as if in blood poured into my mind through my spiritual sight.
“They killed me and took the gold. My husband, my children, my relatives… all were accomplices that night. Ten ravens pecked at my flesh and claimed this castle, so I too shall peck at their souls one by one.”
Beneath the diary, the distorted memories of Marian, the second wife who had vanished thirty years ago, unfolded like a panorama.
Despised for her humble origins, she had accidentally discovered the Castle Underground Gold Vault, and when Count Vain and the children learned of it, they pushed her down the basement stairs—a hideous truth.
They had buried her alive in this place and erected a raven’s nest altar above her to suppress her spirit, preventing it from escaping.
But the thirty years of wealth and glory they had enjoyed were in fact false prosperity blooming from the curse she exhaled as its fuel.
“In the end, it was just the murderous family reaping what they sowed. You called it a homage, but it’s far messier and more repugnant than anything Agatha Christie ever wrote.”
I snapped the diary shut and laughed coldly. The fact that this fishy truth had ruined my vacation was what infuriated me most.
Honestly, this family and that monster were two sides of the same coin.
Blinded by gold, they buried a person alive, built a castle over her, and lived high and mighty for thirty years. Ravens pecking at ravens—truly a pathetic sight.
The fear and despair Marian must have felt thirty years ago clung stickily to the damp air of the basement, making me deeply uncomfortable. But my sympathy ended there.
Before my eyes, the grotesque embodiment of that vile greed was opening its hideous maw, trying to swallow us whole.
Even amid this life-and-death battle, I felt the gazes of the two men flickering toward me, so I deliberately swirled a bottle of sparkling water as elegantly as if it were a cocktail.
Truly, even before a calamity upon which the fate of The Continent hung, these beasts’ childish pride never ceased.
“Demian, this diary was the medium binding the curse. Once we burn it, the humans on the surface will regain their senses too. Of course, whether they go mad under the weight of their own sins is not my concern.”
“Then I shall purify it at once with holy flame. Never again shall such foul resentment emerge into this world.”
It was the moment Demian was about to ignite pure white flames at his sword’s tip.
Crack!
The basement ceiling collapsed, and that Shadow Gentleman appeared before us once more.
This time, he was no illusion.
It was a horrifying monstrosity—Count Vain’s body, sprawled across the Third Floor Room, now served as a vessel for tens of thousands of spectral ravens that cloaked its form.
“I will not end it like this! Since my immortal Altar has shattered, I shall claim your radiant souls as offerings instead!”
The transformed Count Vain unleashed an otherworldly shriek and charged toward us with savage fury.
Kairik planted himself squarely before me, his bestial eyes blazing as he spoke.
“Hmph, now we have worthy prey crawling out at last. Weakling, avert your eyes from such repugnant filth. I’ll pulverize every bone in that old fool’s body within a minute.”
Kairik launched himself skyward, driving his claws with ferocious intensity into the creature’s chest.
Boom!
Demian, too, wrapped me perfectly within his embrace from behind, sweeping his holy sword in a horizontal arc.
“Violetta, I beg you to remain behind me. While His Majesty rages ahead, I shall protect you with absolute precision—not a single hair of yours shall touch that darkness.”
The two men collided with the monster at the front, their killing intent and holy power shaking the entire Basement.
I reclined lazily against their reassuring backs, propping my chin in my palm as I took another sip of the remaining carbonated water.
Carbonated water in a hellish Basement—an absurdly mismatched combination, yet nothing quenched my thirst quite like it.
“Your Majesty, don’t be so rough! If blood splatters, I’m charging extra for laundry!”
As I called out, Kairik snapped the creature’s neck and replied.
“Laundry fees? Nonsense! I’ll buy you a brand new dress later, so just sit back and watch!”
“And you too, Demian! Stop just hurling light everywhere and be careful not to break the furniture! The interior restoration costs here are no joke!”
Demian slashed through the swarm of ravens with his holy sword, responding with perfect courtesy.
“I shall take heed.”
They drove the monster forward as if competing to prove who was the more capable hunting hound before me. The beast’s raw violence and the Holy Knight’s meticulous precision intertwined until the creature could no longer even scream, only gurgle and choke.
[Nine… eight… no, the Master arrives now!]
The eerie song echoing through the void grew increasingly faint.
The long night of the Emerald Hall was hurtling toward its final hunt’s climax.
I sensed instinctively that the glimmering key hanging around the creature’s neck was the true key to this Castle’s vault.
I adjusted the amount for “Special Escort Hazard Pay” on the invoice I’d be submitting, gripping my hammer more firmly.
Since my vacation was already ruined, I might as well secure a hefty bonus.
“Come now, let’s finish this quickly and clock out. I absolutely must watch the sunrise over the Southern Region tomorrow morning to recover!”

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