Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 75

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Chapter 75. The Hypocrite’s Mansion and an Elegant Unlawful Intrusion
Brilliant morning sunlight streamed across the white marble floor.
I dried myself with the inn’s softest towel and stepped onto the Terrace with a light gait.
Contrary to last night’s gloomy silver dagger commotion, the sea of Solea gleamed a pristine blue without a trace of turbidity.
“Good morning, Violetta. Did you sleep peacefully last night?”
A perfectly arranged breakfast already awaited at the round table on the Terrace, and Demian Lyart stood impeccably dressed in knight’s attire, pouring tea.
“A single silver dagger cannot disturb my slumber. The fragrance of this aromatic black tea is quite invigorating.”
Just as I settled into my chair and elegantly lifted the teacup, the Guest Room door swung open and Kairik von Herzen strode in with purposeful steps.
“Ha, and here you are again at dawn serving that boiled grass water. Before a hunt, one needs hearty meat to build strength.”
Kairik carried thick, freshly roasted meat in his hands.
Meat for breakfast seemed excessive, yet considering the physical labor ahead, his primal diet held merit.
“Since both of you care so earnestly for my physical conditioning, today’s hunt should proceed smoothly. Let’s eat well—we don’t know how deep Count Cortez’s Underground Vault extends.”
After breakfast, we prepared for our proper departure.
Instead of my usual elaborate dresses, I donned a black riding habit that balanced comfort with elegance.
Light protective guards wrapped my wrists, and the hammer infused with condensed blue mana was positioned in the most accessible corner of my spatial pocket.
The carriage delivered us to Count Cortez’s Mansion, which occupied the most expansive and ornate grounds in central Solea.
Beyond the towering iron gates, the Garden bloomed with rare southern flowers, and a statue of a benevolent goddess graced the mansion’s facade with a serene smile.
“Outwardly, this is the residence of a most admirable philanthropist. One cannot fathom how much blood lies buried beneath that goddess statue.”
As I smiled coldly, Demian Lyart’s blue eyes turned glacial.
“Darkness masquerading as light is the axis of evil that must be purified first. I shall demolish that gate immediately and uproot the heretical foundation.”
“Wait, sir. Rats scatter at the first commotion. Let me handle breaking the gate—you just watch our backs.”
Kairik von Herzen’s sharp fangs gleamed as he clenched his fists, ready to crumple the mansion’s iron gates like paper.
“Both of you, compose yourselves. We are not crude brigands, but noble custodians here to squeeze the festering corruption from the Southern Region. Let us enter with grace and quietly sever their lifelines.”
I unfurled my fan lightly, blocking both of them.
Heavily armed guards stood before the mansion’s main entrance with menacing expressions.
They were no ordinary mercenaries—they emanated a subtly murky aura. Through my spiritual sight, crimson demonic threads clung like capillaries around the guards’ napes.
“These guards are not ordinary humans. They are puppets whose reason is controlled through sorcery. Shall I render them unconscious before they can even cry out?”
At my soft command, the two beasts flanking me grinned eagerly.
“As you wish.”
“That’s child’s play.”
Before their words finished, both figures vanished into thin air.
Only the faintest whisper of wind and a subtle sonic crack reached my ears as roughly a dozen guards collapsed simultaneously to the ground.
Kairik von Herzen’s precise strikes and Demian Lyart’s paralytic holy power achieved perfect harmony.
The execution was immaculate—not a speck of dust disturbed. I nodded in satisfaction and approached the firmly sealed iron gate.
“Excellent work. Now I need only open this gate—I should have taken the key from the guards.”
As I murmured, Demian Lyart gently pierced the gate’s lock with his holy sword’s tip. With a crystalline chime, the heavy steel lock shattered into particles of light.
“There can be no obstacles before Violetta. Let us proceed.”
“Holy power is truly convenient at times. You make an excellent universal key, Demian Lyart.”
I crossed through the wide-open iron gates and traversed the Garden.
As the Garden’s floral fragrance deepened, the metallic scent of blood cunningly concealed beneath it sharpened my spiritual perception.
Count Cortez’s Mansion stood eerily silent. A strange, oppressive quiet pervaded the halls—not even the faintest sound of servants could be heard.
“There’s barely anyone in the main building. It seems all the real players have gathered in the Basement.”
Upon entering the Mansion’s ornate central Hall, I made straight for the colossal goddess statue that dominated the space.
The silver-plated dagger I’d brought from the Emerald Hall blazed with magical resonance, its power pointing unmistakably downward beneath the statue.
On the surface, it was a symbol of merciful salvation—but in truth, it was a repugnant veil concealing the gateway to a den of wickedness.
I summoned the hammer from my subspace and gripped it firmly in my hand.
Azure mana crackled across the heavy steel head, dancing with electric blue flames that thrummed with power.
“Demian, Kairik. Things are about to get dusty from here on—do watch your clothes.”
With that elegant yet sinister warning, I swung the hammer toward the goddess statue with satisfying force.
Crash—!
The colossal marble statue shattered into countless fragments, collapsing in a thunderous cascade.
Debris scattered in all directions, but Demian’s barrier of light and Kairik’s mana shield formed a perfect wall before me, leaving my garments utterly unmarred.
Beneath where the benevolent goddess had stood, a bottomless staircase yawned open—deep, damp, and shrouded in absolute darkness.
A nauseating stench of blood and decay billowed forth as if it had been waiting for this very moment.
The air rising from below was no mere dampness of a basement. It was as though countless vengeful spirits exhaled their despair and anguish, the weight of their suffering becoming almost tangible, coiling around my ankles.
“To hide such a vile altar beneath a goddess statue… Count Cortez deserves to have his very soul torn asunder for such blasphemy alone.”
Demian muttered through gritted teeth, his voice dripping with revulsion as he adjusted his grip on the holy sword. Those gentle blue eyes I knew so well now blazed with cold, cutting fury.
Kairik, meanwhile, stared into the thick darkness below with a bestial smile spreading across his face.
“Kekeke! What a stench! I can practically feel the proper prey writhing down there. Violetta, let me take point this time. I’ll grind those rats hiding below down to their very bones.”
I rotated the hammer’s grip lightly in my hand, focusing mana into my spirit sight.
Within the oppressive darkness, crimson magical threads twisted together like veins, descending deep into the Basement. Constructing a dark magic circle of this magnitude would have required an incomprehensible amount of wealth and sacrifices.
All those people they’d gathered under the pretense of aiding the poor, all that vast patronage—it had all poured into this dank pit. I fully intended to teach these hypocrites who’d gorged themselves on others’ blood and tears exactly what fate awaited them, courtesy of my merciless hammer.
“Well then, shall we open the secret vault where these hypocrites have stashed their ill-gotten gains? I’m quite curious to see just how plump their coffers have become.”

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