Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 70

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Chapter 70. Golden Sunrise and the Perfect Invoice
Azure dawn light poured through the shattered window frames of the Emerald Hall.
The acrid miasma and stench of rotting corpses had vanished without a trace in the wake of Demian’s holy power.
We had returned to the most lavish suite on the Third Floor.
I gently massaged my shoulders as fatigue crept in, then reclined elegantly against the plush velvet sofa.
“Demian, I think we can lift the barrier now. I’d like to breathe in the clean dawn air of the Southern Region properly.”
At my gentle request, Demian sheathed his holy sword and nodded affectionately.
“As you wish, Violetta. I shall leave only a light purification, hoping to ease the fatigue lingering in your body. You have endured much this night, facing those unclean things.”
His silver hair gleamed sanctified in the morning sunlight. Despite battling monsters all night, his attire remained impeccably neat without a single wrinkle.
In contrast, Kairik standing opposite me was like a beast fresh from the hunt in the wilderness. His sleeves were torn, and blood and dust clung to his taut muscles. As he roughly swept his wet hair back and moved toward my side, I lightly raised my hand to stop him.
“Kairik, it’s reassuring and wonderful that you come to my side, but if you sit next to me in that state right now, this expensive sofa will be completely ruined. Why don’t you wipe off some of the blood so the staff bringing room service won’t be startled?”
Had it been before, I would have snapped irritably, but thanks to last night’s excellent hunt, my mood had become quite generous. At my gentle and soft admonishment, Kairik hesitated, then clicked his tongue and threw off his outer garment.
“If you insist, I’ll go wash up. Wait here quietly, Violetta. And you, Priest—don’t try anything funny while I’m gone.”
“Your Highness’s barbaric way of thinking remains unchanged. I merely protect Violetta’s peace.”
The two men’s childish bickering showed no signs of ending even as day broke. Yet the fact that even their growling felt like the vitality of morning suggested I had adapted quite well to this situation.
“Both of you, please calm down. It’s hardly elegant to see my excellent knights blushing at each other. Kairik, go wash up at once, and Demian, would you tell me what has become of the Mansion’s remaining situation?”
At my composed smile, both men nodded like docile lambs. As Kairik headed toward the bathroom, Demian poured warm black tea into the cup before me and spoke.
“The moment the vengeful spirits in the Basement were purified, the residents of the Mansion regained their reason. However, they have completely collapsed under the weight of the sins they confessed and the terror of their hallucinations. I have already summoned the Lord’s Castle Guard and nearby priests, so come daylight, they will be transported for judgment.”
“They’re trapped in the hell they created themselves. That’s the true price they must pay.”
I smiled softly while taking a sip of the fragrant black tea.
Then, with a careful knock, the Old Butler pushed in a massive silver tray with trembling hands. He too was half out of his wits from last night’s commotion, yet he had prepared the “finest room service” I had requested flawlessly.
The aroma of omelets with caviar, fresh Southern Region fruits, and freshly baked croissants filled the room.
“You’ve worked hard, Butler. The Mansion will need to find a new master now, so you should rest well too.”
At my gracious words, the Butler’s eyes glistened with tears as he bowed deeply and left the room. Kairik emerged from the shower, dripping wet, and approached with a sniff.
“Quite the refined taste, Priest. How could you possibly be full on just this vegetation without meat?”
“Eating heavily in the morning upsets my stomach. Kairik, stop your complaints and eat. You defeated that horrible thing yesterday, so you need to replenish your nutrients.”
As I picked up a fork and offered him a piece of croissant near his lips, Kairik’s crimson eyes widened for a moment before he grinned and accepted it. Demian, witnessing this, started in surprise and gripped the knife in his hand tighter, but I pretended not to notice and enjoyed my own meal.
As we finished eating, I retrieved a heavy key from my subspace pocket that I had taken from the monster’s heart last night. It was clearly a safe key, adorned with ornate gold filigree.
“Now, it’s time to confirm the real reward. Demian, you said the Count’s Study was at the end of the Second Floor, didn’t you?”
We made our way together to the Study on the Second Floor. Behind the massive portrait in the Study lay a hidden, heavy safe. As I inserted the key and turned it, the iron door opened with a pleasant metallic click.
“My goodness.”
An exclamation escaped me unbidden. Enormous gold ingots and dazzling jewels that the family had accumulated over thirty years gleamed brilliantly in the morning sunlight. The fatigue and displeasure that had clung to me from the Basement seemed to wash away in that golden radiance.
“Indeed, nothing purifies a tarnished spirit quite like gold. For ruining my vacation, this is quite the generous compensation.”
As I picked up a gold coin and smiled with satisfaction, Kairik crossed his arms and scoffed.
“You’re that pleased with these mere stones? If you wish, I’ll transfer an entire Mana Stone Mine in the Northern Region to your name. My pride is wounded seeing you smile over such pittance.”
“Material wealth is but a mirage, Violetta. However, if you are pleased, I shall dedicate the clearest lake in my domain and all the salaries of the Holy Knights Order to you.”
As the two men began their boasting of wealth on opposite sides of me again, I laughed softly. This kind of cute bluffing instead of aggressive growling was always welcome.
“I’ll gratefully accept your sentiments alone. It goes against my principles to easily accept others’ money. Money earned by directly smashing pots with my own hammer and billing fairly is the sweetest in the world.”
I opened my subspace pocket and swept every last item from the safe into it. The jingling of gold coins sounded like an unusually cheerful symphony today.
After finishing everything, we stepped back out onto the Balcony of the suite.
The hellish night had passed, and a brilliant golden sun was rising over the waters before the Emerald Hall. The refreshing sound of waves tickled our ears pleasantly.
“A perfect morning, isn’t it? The income was quite satisfying, and the scenery is absolutely exquisite.”
As I leaned against the railing and murmured lazily while feeling the breeze, Demian approached and gently draped a warm shawl over my shoulders. Kairik stood beside me in silence, gazing out at the sea and serving as a steadfast windbreak.
The curse of the Emerald Hall had been completely eradicated.
The repugnant things that had disrupted my peaceful vacation were now gone forever, and I seemed to have grasped the knack of controlling the overflowing energy of these two beasts to some degree.
“Well, my schedule in this gloomy castle ends here. Shall we finally head to the true resort of the Southern Region? At the next destination, I absolutely do not wish to see even a single fragment of malevolent energy, so both of you must provide thorough protection.”
At my confident and elegant declaration, both knights simultaneously knelt and pressed their lips lightly to the back of my hand.
“I shall obey your command, my precious Violetta.”
“Lead the way wherever you wish. I shall tear apart anything that blocks your path.”
A dazzling sunrise, a weightier purse, and the perfect escort of the world’s two strongest beings.
The capitalist exorcist’s true luxury vacation was now raising its brilliant curtain.

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