Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 76

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Chapter 76. The Corrupted Altar and Perfect Physical Therapy
As I reached the end of the spiral staircase that seemed to stretch endlessly, a colossal underground cavern yawned open before me like some grotesque maw.
When Demian Lyart summoned pure white light from the tip of his holy sword to drive back the oppressive darkness, the sight that unfolded was nothing short of horrific.
The floor of the underground cavern was covered entirely in blood-red patterns forming intricate circles, while grotesque sculptures fashioned from human bones stood erected on all sides.
And at the very center of that dreadful altar.
A middle-aged man dressed in ornate ceremonial robes and wielding a staff carved with bizarre runes turned to face us, his expression one of shock.
It was Count Cortez—the man publicly revered as the father of Solea’s impoverished masses.
“W-who are you! How dare you interrupt my magnificent ritual!”
The Count’s sharp cry echoed through the underground chamber. I fanned myself lightly, dispersing the acrid stench of blood that assaulted my nostrils, and stepped forward with unhurried grace.
“For such a magnificent ritual, your altar decorations are rather crude, Count. I must say, it’s truly unfortunate that you’re the culprit who has so thoroughly defiled the air of this beautiful resort.”
My languid yet cutting mockery caused the Count’s face to flush crimson and then pale. His gaze darted between Demian Lyart and Kairik von Herzen, who stood firmly on either side of me, before his expression darkened.
“The Hound of Light, Demian Lyart! And the Beast of the Northern Region, Kairik von Herzen! How did you discover the underground sanctuary beneath Solea! Did the Cult catch wind of this!”
“Those sluggish, narrow-minded Cult members are far too slow to act. I happened to find a crude silver sword bearing your family crest at the Night Market last night. Before my perfect vacation could be further disturbed by such filth, I thought I’d take a leisurely stroll down here to nip this in the bud.”
As I answered with a bright smile, Demian Lyart stepped forward and delivered his judgment coldly.
“Count Cortez. For the crime of taking innocent lives under the guise of poor relief and practicing dark magic, I shall execute you in the name of the Light. Your vile soul does not deserve even the Goddess’s judgment.”
“Demian, keep it brief. A vermin like that deserves to be shredded by my claws until there’s nothing left.”
Crimson mana erupted from Kairik von Herzen’s blood-red eyes like an explosion.
As the two overwhelming masters of this world simultaneously unleashed their killing intent, the entire vast underground cavern trembled as if on the verge of collapse.
Sensing the threat to his life, the Count let out a grotesque shriek and raised his staff high.
“Arise! My children, born from my blood and flesh! Tear these insolent intruders to shreds!”
With his cry, dozens of corpses hidden in the darkness began to rise with eerie sounds of grinding bone.
They were vengeful spirits infused with blood-red demonic energy. The sight of rotting flesh oozing black toxins between decomposed tissue was so grotesque it was nearly unbearable to witness.
The Count, intoxicated by the horrifying army he had created, burst into manic laughter, though his shallow confidence lasted mere seconds.
“My beloved children, gnaw and devour the bones and flesh of these insolent ones!”
The Greed Demons stretched their decaying arms and rushed toward us with frenzied abandon.
Even as the horrifying wave of creatures surged forward to encircle us, I did not retreat a single step. There was no need for me to intervene.
To the two beasts blocking my path, such rabble were not even worth considering as appetizers.
“Filthy creatures. How dare you attempt to sully Violetta’s sight.”
As Demian Lyart drew his holy sword horizontally, a blinding wave of light engulfed the vengeful spirits. It was far more than mere luminescence.
The massive trajectory of light extending from his blade’s tip cut through the stale air of the underground cavern, methodically purifying the most vicious toxins first.
The vengeful spirits touched by holy power could not even scream before they crumbled into white ash that scattered across the floor. As the army he believed invincible crumbled pathetically, the Count’s eyes widened in absolute terror.
At that same moment, Kairik von Herzen kicked off the ground and launched himself forward.
“Such garbage isn’t even worth looking at! I’ll twist that bastard’s neck right now!”
Kairik von Herzen flew like lightning and pierced through the massive demonic beast attempting to shield the Count with a single strike.
Each time the beast’s fierce claws tore through the air, the dark magic barriers shattered like glass. The thick bones and flesh of the demonic creature caught by Kairik von Herzen’s hands were torn apart like paper, spilling black blood.
It was a vivid demonstration that no matter how ingenious the sorcery, it becomes meaningless before overwhelming force.
“H-hieek! Stay back! You monsters!”
In a final desperate act, the Count swung his staff and spewed viscous toxins toward Kairik von Herzen. At that moment, I pulled a blue hammer from my pocket dimension and brought it down with a thunderous crash, unleashing a wave of mana.
Kwaaaang—!
The azure flash extending from my hammer struck the Count’s toxins head-on, shattering them into fragments. In the gap left by the dissipating poison, Demian Lyart’s chains of light bound the Count’s hands and knees firmly to the ground.
It was an overwhelmingly one-sided domination that took less than a minute—almost tedious in its completeness.
I approached the trembling Count, my clothes unmarred by a speck of dust, and lightly stomped on his cane where it lay embedded in the ground, snapping it in two. The Count convulsed, foam flecking his lips.
“Now then, Count. It’s time I bestow upon you true salvation. I shall personally dismantle that nest of dark magic you held so dear.”
As I gazed down coldly and adjusted my grip on the hammer, the Count let out a terrified cry.
“Y-you’re not an exorcist—you’re a demon! If the Cult learns of this, they won’t leave you alone…!”
“My, Demian. That man just insulted me by calling me a demon. What do you think, Holy Knight? Does that offend your sensibilities?”
I turned to Demian Lyart with feigned hurt in my expression and asked languidly. He responded with an icy smile, pressing his holy sword against the Count’s throat.
“I heard nothing. Only the ravings of a heretic steeped in evil. If it pleases you, Violetta, I shall sever that filthy tongue at once.”
“Ha! For once you say something I approve of. I’ll tear that mouth of his to shreds myself.”
As both men eagerly joined in my rhythm, radiating murderous intent, the Count finally succumbed to terror and lost consciousness, his eyes rolling back.
“Truly, what a pathetic Mastermind—no stamina, no backbone whatsoever. Kairik, Demian Lyart. Bind him securely so he can be handed over to the Cult, then step back.”
The two men obediently cleared the way, and I advanced toward the heart of the vast Altar in the deepest reaches of the Underground Cavern, where malevolent energy coiled like a serpent.
“Filthy roots that have fed on human blood for decades. Today, I shall uproot you completely.”
I concentrated every last drop of mana into the hammer. The heavy steel head blazed brilliantly like a blue nebula.
To physically obliterate this accursed mass of evil.
That alone was the most merciless and perfect execution I could deliver to the hypocrite who had ruined my peaceful vacation.
I leaped lightly into the air and brought the hammer down without mercy. A deafening explosion tore through the air, and a massive shockwave violently shook the entire Underground Cavern.
CRASH—!
The horrific Altar, hardened by decades of curses, shattered like thin ice in an instant.
From among the fragments of the destroyed Altar, the suppressed vengeful spirits erupted with piercing screams, but the blue flames bursting from the hammer consumed every last trace of those vile remnants like a ravenous beast.
Even the blood-red stains clinging to the ground burned white-hot in the overwhelming mana’s heat, evaporating without a trace.
I felt the heavy, stale air that had oppressed my lungs transform in an instant into something clear and refreshing.
“Ah, now I can finally breathe comfortably.”
I withdrew the hammer and lightly adjusted my clothes, gazing down with ease at the formless remains of the shattered Altar.
When I turned around, the two men stood captivated by the elegant grace with which I had wielded such merciless violence, their eyes burning with fervent devotion.
‘Ha, they’ve fallen even harder for me.’
I chuckled softly to myself at such a frivolous thought.

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