Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 77

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Chapter 77. The Judgment of Light and the Sea Reclaimed
As the sickening miasma that had oppressed the vast underground cavern dissipated entirely, even the stale air felt refreshingly clean.
I shoved the heavy hammer into my spatial pocket and brushed my hands off lightly. Before me, Count Cortez lay sprawled in a grotesque heap, foam flecking his lips, bound tightly in chains of light.
“Truly, what a troublesome hypocrite. Demian, how do you intend to hand over this filth to the Cult?”
At my question, Demian elegantly sheathed his holy sword and approached.
“There is a Holy Temple belonging to the Sollea Diocese nearby. Once I raise the signal, the Heretic Inquisition will dispatch immediately to transport him. The sins of practicing dark magic are undeniable—he will spend his remaining days in a lightless prison, suffering exquisitely as he repents.”
His soft voice carried not a shred of mercy. That chilling resolve, so starkly contrasted with his usual tenderness toward me, felt oddly reassuring.
“Good riddance. I only wish I could watch that pig rot away in his cell with my own eyes.”
Kairik nudged the Count’s belly with the tip of his boot and snorted derisively. Both men seemed desperate to dispose of that eyesore immediately.
“Come now, let us leave the rest to the Cult’s people and head back up. No matter how fresh the air has become, there is no reason to linger in a basement where bone fragments scatter about.”
I turned lightly and made my way toward the Spiral Staircase.
Demian fired a signal of light into the void to contact the Cult, then quickly moved to my side and offered his escort.
Kairik, not to be outdone, positioned himself on my opposite side and kicked aside the stones blocking our path.
As we emerged onto the mansion’s ground floor, the dazzling midday sun greeted us.
Outside the mansion, Holy Knights in silver armor and priests had already mobilized upon seeing Demian’s signal, creating a flurry of activity.
They seemed unable to hide their shock at discovering a horrifying dark magic altar in the basement of Count Cortez’s estate—the most respected man in the Southern Region.
“Commander! What on earth has transpired here…!”
An Elder Priest who appeared to be the head of the Sollea Diocese spotted Demian and rushed over, his face drained of color.
Demian erased the tender expression he wore at my side completely, emanating the weighty authority of the Cult’s ruthless hunting dog.
“Count Cortez is a heretic corrupted by evil. Excavate the altar beneath thoroughly, freeze all the Count’s assets, and ensure compensation reaches the families of those unjustly sacrificed. I will tolerate not a single deviation.”
“Y-yes, sir!”
The Elder Priest was crushed beneath Demian’s overwhelming presence and hurriedly bowed his head.
I boarded the waiting carriage without lingering in that chaotic scene. Demian’s impressive title would handle the tedious aftermath well enough without my involvement.
As I settled into the carriage’s plush seat, the residual heat of battle subsided, and a pleasant drowsiness washed over me.
Gazing out at Solea’s dazzling landscape as it passed by, I stretched languidly, sinking deep into the cushioned backrest.
No matter how overwhelmingly I had shattered the altar, I could not entirely escape the damp, musty air of that basement.
I exhaled softly, displeased by the faint dust and metallic scent of blood that lingered on the ends of my hair.
“I feel rather relieved now. Once we return to the inn, I must bathe in warm water first. I simply cannot endure this uncomfortable sensation clinging to my entire body.”
At my murmured words, the eyes of both men sitting across from me suddenly gleamed with light.
The cold Knight Commander who had just issued merciless orders to the Heretic Inquisition and the savage northern beast who had torn monsters apart with his bare hands had vanished without a trace.
“Violetta, I shall purify every impure trace upon your precious form with absolute perfection. I will warm the Southern Region’s natural spring water to the most comfortable temperature and infuse it with the finest medicinal herbs that the Holy Knights Order supplies exclusively to the Imperial Court to ease your fatigue.”
Demian swept back his silver hair and whispered in his characteristically soft, gentle voice. His blue eyes flickered with obsessive affection masquerading as devotion.
But before his elegant proposal could even finish, Kairik interjected roughly with a snort.
“Ha! Pretty boy, the water you brew only smells of disinfectant. A proper bath requires the fragrance of nature. Violetta, I shall gather tens of thousands of the most fragrant red roses from the Southern Region for you to recline upon. I want to watch your skin flush redder than the roses themselves with my own two eyes….”
“Both of you, that is quite enough. I have absolutely no intention of allowing strange men into my bathing chamber.”
I lightly blocked Kairik’s increasingly dangerous mouth with my fan and drew a firm line.
Gazing at the two large men who had grown dejected at my blunt refusal, I traced an elegant smile across my lips.
“Of course, I am more than willing to permit you both to prepare my bathwater. Achieving the perfect temperature and floating the petals—that shall be your final duty as exemplary escorts today.”
The moment the carriage arrived at the inn, both men rushed up to the guest room as if competing.
They had bickered the entire way to the inn, and continued boasting of their respective merits right up until I opened the bathing chamber door.
Watching the mighty warriors of The Continent—those who tore through corpse fiends while radiating lethal killing intent—eagerly vie to attend to my bath was a sight to behold.
Before long, the meticulously prepared bathroom stood as flawless testimony to the two men’s fierce devotion.
I firmly ushered them out of the guest room and slowly immersed myself in the warm water.
Thanks to Demian’s meticulous temperature control, the water was impossibly perfect, and an enormous quantity of crimson rose petals—which Kairik had procured from who knows where—adorned the surface completely.
As the fragrant rose scent filled the bathroom, the muscles that had been taut with tension from battle gradually melted into languor.
I leaned back against the tub, closed my eyes, and smiled with satisfaction.
Having thoroughly eradicated the troublesome roots of dark magic, the remainder of my vacation could be savored sweetly without any interference.
After finishing my bath and changing into light indoor wear, I stepped into the Reception Room to find the two men engaged in a tense battle of wills across the table.
Upon the table lay an elaborate feast that could only have been prepared by Solea’s finest chef.
“Did you enjoy your refreshing bath, Violetta? Please, do sit before the meal grows cold.”
Demian smiled gently as he pulled out my chair.
“The meat is grilled to absolute perfection. You exerted considerable effort today, so you’ll need to eat well to maintain your strength.”
Kairik too showed off as he placed the thickest and most appetizing cut of meat onto my plate.
I savored my meal leisurely under their devoted attentions, while beyond the window, a crimson sunset romantically painted Solea’s sea.
“The nuisance is gone, the weather is perfect, and the meal is exquisite. Starting tomorrow, I should explore the real attractions of the Southern Region. A walk, delicious food, a beautiful sea view—a proper rest, that’s what I need.”
At my declaration of peaceful vacation plans, a deep possessiveness and affection flickered in the eyes of the two beasts.
“I shall open a perfect path before you so that not a speck of dust mars your peaceful steps.”
“Wherever you go, stay right beside me. You shine far brighter than this southern sun, so I must protect you from the swarms of flies that would gather.”
Saccharine vows poured forth—unbelievable coming from those who had just destroyed a nest of vicious dark magic.
I elegantly raised the glass filled with sweet fruit wine and spoke.
“Very well. I look forward to your excellent protection. To my brilliant vacation.”

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