Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 73

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Chapter 73. The Night Market of the Southern Region and the Ominous Silver Sword
After the sweet interlude of afternoon refreshments, a crimson sunset began to settle gently over the waters of Solea.
I rose from the terrace where I had been leisurely admiring the view, stretching luxuriously. The plump purse of gold coins I had brought from the Emerald Hall seemed to cry out from my pocket dimension, begging to be spent.
“Well then, now that we’ve satisfied our appetites and eliminated the nuisances, shall we venture out in earnest to spend some money? Having come to the Southern Region’s finest resort, it would be only proper to experience the vibrant Night Market, wouldn’t it?”
At my gentle suggestion, both Demian and Kairik rose from their seats simultaneously.
“If that is your wish, Violetta, I shall accompany you anywhere. Once the sun sets, the streets will grow crowded, so I shall lead the way and clear a safe path for you.”
Demian answered respectfully, placing a hand over his heart. His silver hair caught the sunset, bathed in a soft crimson glow.
“Ha! Clearing paths is my specialty. I’ll sweep away any nuisances in our way, so you just enjoy the sights to your heart’s content.”
Kairik too donned his leather coat with a confident smile.
The Night Market of Solea was every bit as magnificent and lively as I had heard.
Bright mana stones illuminated every corner of the street, making it as bright as day, while exotic spice fragrances and cheerful instrumental melodies set the people’s steps dancing with excitement.
Draped in a flowing, delicate shawl of Southern fashion, I strolled through the streets, purchasing eye-catching jewels and rare silks without restraint.
“Please wrap up this red coral necklace and that blue silk as well. The two knights here will be handling the payment.”
At my casual gesture, Demian and Kairik rushed to present gold coins to the merchant.
“Allow me to settle this, Violetta. It is only natural joy for a knight serving you.”
“Step aside, Demian! A beast does not burden others with the cost of what his mistress has chosen. I’ll pay for it!”
The merchant stood speechless, overwhelmed by the fervor of the two handsome men vying to pay.
While they bickered over who would pay, I gracefully accepted the beautifully wrapped items.
Carrying the purchases fell to them as well.
The sight of Demian holding his holy sword in one hand and dangling silk bundles and jewelry boxes from the other was quite incongruous, yet he maintained his upright posture without the slightest concern.
Kairik, meanwhile, had stacked purchases in both arms like a mountain, boasting that they were light as feathers.
As the two overwhelmingly handsome men flanked me protectively on either side, every eye on the street turned toward our procession.
“No matter where we go, the stares never cease. I suppose your beauty outshines even Solea’s night scenery.”
At my lighthearted jest, Demian smiled tenderly in response.
“All those eyes are fixed solely upon you, Violetta. They are entranced by your grace, beautiful as a pearl of the night sea.”
“Demian’s right. They’re all drooling while staring at you. I’m tempted to blind them all.”
Kairik bared his sharp fangs and glared menacingly at the onlookers, causing them to scatter in alarm and clear a path for us.
I gently patted Kairik’s firm arm to calm him.
“Kairik, it’s a rare vacation—don’t be so intimidating. Admiring beauty is a natural human instinct, after all.”
At my admonishing praise, Kairik flinched, then quickly set aside his displeasure and became docile.
We ventured deeper into the market with light steps. While sharing sweet southern fruit juice and watching street performances, my footsteps came to an abrupt halt at the entrance to a worn alley.
Unlike the bustling main street, this narrow alley saw few passersby. At its entrance, an old woman crouched beside a tattered cloth, selling miscellaneous wares.
It was a shabby stall that any ordinary noblewoman would have ignored, yet what instantly captured my attention was a small silver sword resting in the corner of the old woman’s display.
‘That is….’
My spiritual eyes trembled faintly.
Though it appeared merely a scratched and rusted ornament, through my spiritual vision, a dark, viscous aura seeped faintly from the sword’s scabbard.
It was the same malevolent energy I had grown weary of smelling in the Basement of the Emerald Hall—the condensed resentment and murderous intent of someone.
“Violetta? What is the matter?”
The moment my steps halted, Demian immediately moved to my side and surveyed the surroundings vigilantly. Kairik too adjusted his burden and sniffed the air with heightened sensitivity.
“Hmm? The sweet fruit scent from earlier has vanished, replaced by a musty, bloody stench. Could there be a rat hiding nearby?”
I gently unfurled my fan and exhaled softly, concealing my lips behind it.
“Really, peace purchased with generous gold barely lasts half a day. My spiritual sight grants me no respite whatsoever.”
“What do you mean? Is that old woman selling something suspicious?”
Demian’s eyes turned cold in an instant.
I quietly pointed toward a silver-handled sword resting on The Witch of the Snowy Field’s stall, gesturing discreetly with my fan.
“That sword in the corner there. It carries a faint but deeply unpleasant aura. This is no mere antique—it’s drunk quite a substantial amount of human blood.”
At my words, Kairik growled like a beast, as if he might overturn the entire stall at any moment.
“To bring such filth into this beautiful retreat! I’ll seize that old woman by the collar and extract the truth from her at once.”
“Stop, Kairik. This is not a matter to be solved by force.”
I hastily blocked his chest with my fan.
The Witch of the Snowy Field appeared to be merely an ordinary merchant who had happened upon an ominous object and was selling it—not some mastermind wielding dark magic.
Moreover, we stood in the heart of the Night Market, surrounded by crowds. Using brute force would inevitably taint our hard-earned vacation with yet another tedious commotion.
“We need only retrieve it quietly and gracefully. Demian, would you purchase that silver-handled sword for me? Pay generously so The Witch of the Snowy Field hands it over without suspicion.”
At my composed instruction, Demian nodded and withdrew gold coins from his pocket.
“I shall obey. I will thoroughly purify such an ominous object and ensure it never touches your noble hands.”
As Demian approached the decrepit stall, the shadowy alley entrance suddenly brightened as if cradling soft moonlight, illuminated by his sacred aura.
The Witch of the Snowy Field, who had been dozing, startled at the appearance of the dazzling knight before her and shrank back.
“I wish to purchase this silver-handled sword. Will this price suffice?”
As Demian placed three heavy gold coins upon the worn cloth, The Witch of the Snowy Field’s wrinkled eyes widened dramatically.
The price was absurdly high for the sword’s actual value, yet Demian did not wait for her response. Instead, he withdrew a pristine white handkerchief and carefully wrapped the silver-handled sword within it.
The moment the cloth infused with holy power made contact, the black miasma seeping from the scabbard’s crevices dissipated with an eerie sound.
It was a faint and ominous death throes—invisible and inaudible to those without spiritual sight.
“Hmph. Your manner of spending money is exquisitely refined, I must admit. Had it been me, I would have swept away that entire stall for a single gold coin.”
Kairik, standing beside me with silk bundles in both arms, clicked his tongue in displeasure and lifted them once more.
“This isn’t a matter of haggling, Kairik. Think of it as payment for a service—the swift and silent recovery of a hazardous object without questions asked. Quite economical, really.”
I soothed the grumbling beast lightly, then turned my gaze toward Demian, who had returned to my side with the sword in hand.
Despite being wrapped securely in thick cloth, the ominous pulse writhing within it persistently stimulated my spiritual sight.
This was no mere byproduct of resentment.
It was a curse crafted with deliberate intent—someone had honed a thick, vicious killing intent into a talisman. Beneath the glittering night sea of Solea, a fresh and sinister truth undoubtedly awaited.
I waved my fan lightly and smiled languidly at this small and tiresome matter that was about to unfold.
My respite at this resort had ended, but a demon exorcist’s purse naturally swells on a diet of dark magic, after all.

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