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Chapter 6
Kisses Are Short and Clubbing Lasts Long
BOOM—!
As the three-section baton in my hand sliced through the air, a heavy cracking sound burst out with a flash of red light.
The holy power I had gained from kissing Damian’s cheek—also known as the kiss buff—was truly incredible.
“GRAAAAH!”
A baron who had barely been grazed on the shoulder by my baton screamed and flew backward.
To everyone else, it might have looked like a frail woman brutally beating a sturdy man with a club. But to me, I could clearly see the demon of appetite attached to the baron’s shoulder turning into charcoal and crumbling away.
The thrilling impact surged all the way to my fingertips.
With my dress fluttering behind me, I danced through the crowd of zombie-like nobles charging at me.
“Move aside! Physical therapy is starting!”
THWACK! WHACK!
Every time my baton danced, black smoke rose into the air.
The nobles who had been brainwashed and charged at me collapsed one after another like puppets with their strings cut the moment the demons were torn away from them.
Then Damian shouted urgently,
“Lady Violetta! Behind you!”
Before I could turn around, I felt a cold killing intent behind me.
One of the goat-headed demon’s servants had approached and was swinging a dagger at my throat.
Clang—!
Then a sharp metallic sound rang out.
Before I could react, Damian stepped in front of me and knocked the dagger away.
He had not brought a weapon, but with his bare hands—no, more accurately, with a champagne bottle swung like a club—he struck the enemy’s wrist.
“Wow, Partner. Not bad.”
“You’re the one who’s not bad… where on earth does that strength come from?”
Damian asked while breathing hard.
Shock and confusion were written in his eyes.
And understandably so.
The red flames burning at the tip of my baton were not ordinary magic or sword aura.
They were so similar to the power of the god he had devoted his whole life to serving—holy flame.
They just happened to take the form of extremely primitive violence.
“I told you. I got charged by you.”
I grinned and tightened my grip on the baton.
“Alright, the small fry are mostly cleaned up. Shall we move on to the main dish?”
I glared at the club owner standing on the stage—the goat-headed demon.
Seeing his subordinates swept away like autumn leaves, he trembled in rage.
[You insolent things… How dare you ruin my kennel?!]
The goat demon let out a shriek, and the red lighting in the ballroom shattered as black shadows surged from every direction.
The shadows hardened into sharp spikes and charged toward us.
Damian shouted,
“Dangerous! Get down!”
Damian wrapped his arms around my waist and threw himself to the floor.
Black spikes stabbed into the place we had just been standing, melting the marble floor.
“So cheap. Using long-range attacks like that.”
I slipped out of Damian’s arms and rolled across the floor.
The distance was too far.
To reach that stage, I would have to break through that field of shadow spikes. But my baton was a close-range weapon. If I couldn’t get close, I couldn’t deal damage.
That meant there was only one way.
“Sir.”
“Yes?”
“Throw me.”
“……What did you just say?”
Damian looked at me as if he had misheard.
I pointed at the stage and said briefly,
“I need to fly over there, but I don’t have enough runway. You need to be my launch platform.”
“Are you insane? That’s a mid-level demon! If you charge in with your bare body, you won’t keep your bones intact!”
“I won’t die. We’re connected by the power of love right now, aren’t we?”
I winked shamelessly.
Damian looked completely speechless, but he had no choice if he wanted to avoid the approaching shadow spikes.
He gritted his teeth, bent his knees, and clasped his hands together to make a stepping platform.
Then he spat out through his teeth,
“…If you get hurt even a little, I’m billing you for the medical fees.”
“Don’t worry. I’m rich.”
Without hesitation, I ran.
I pulled up the hem of my dress and sprinted full speed, stepping hard onto the hand platform Damian had made.
“RAAAH!”
With a shout, Damian launched me into the air.
Thanks to his incredible strength, I shot upward like a stone fired from a catapult.
Sweeping past the glittering chandelier, I twisted my body in midair and raised the baton over my head.
The goat demon’s panicked eyes entered my view in slow motion.
[Th-This crazy bitch?! She’s flying?!]
“Who’s flying? I’m falling!”
Gravity, my own body weight, and even the holy power blessed by the knight—all of it gathered into my right hand.
“Get lost and go back to hell, you goat bastard!”
BOOOOM—!
My baton slammed directly into the top of the goat’s head, between its horns.
With a massive explosion, the stage collapsed.
Red holy flames erupted and swallowed the demon whole.
[KRAAAAGH!]
The goat demon screamed and scattered into black ash.
At the same time, the red barrier covering the ballroom shattered, and moonlight poured in through the windows.
I tried to land gracefully…
but my high heels made my ankle twist.
“Ah!”
Just as I was about to crash to the floor, someone’s firm arm caught me.
“……”
When I opened my eyes, Damian was holding me in a princess carry.
His holy silver hair, damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead, shimmered under the moonlight. His blue eyes swirled with relief, awe, and a strange heat.
He whispered in a low voice,
“…That was reckless. Truly.”
