Ghost Slayer: My Wife Kanao

"Let go of my sister."

The girl's pink and purple eyes were staring at him intently, and her previously gentle and delicate face was now full of fierce determination.

Sam Miller didn't concern himself with the fierce aura of Kanae Kocho at that moment but instead spoke in a very plain tone, "From the very beginning, you were merciful."

He continued quietly, "This gave me a chance. You... are too gentle."

In ordinary life, such gentleness is commendable. However, as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, a professional ghost hunter, excessive gentleness can lead to your downfall one day. Just like today.

If this continues, you shouldn't be hunting demons.

Kanae Kocho frowned. Was this ghost mocking her now?

"Let go of me, you disgusting ghost. Being close to you makes me want to vomit," Shinobu Kocho struggled desperately, but Sam's hands were like iron clamps holding her in place.

Strength was her weak point, and she couldn't break free from the ghost's grip. He had great strength. Because of her struggle, his grip on her chest and the hands controlling her became tighter, making her breathing more rapid.

Despite her efforts, a sharp pain suddenly struck her head, and she saw stars before everything went black.

"Sister..." Kanae couldn't help but cry out, stepping forward unconsciously, but as she saw the black barrel of the musket pressed against her sister's head once again, she had to stop.

"Sister..." She looked worriedly at her younger sister, who was unconscious after being struck by the ghost.

Sam looked at Kanae calmly. "You should remember today's lesson. The next time you meet a ghost, don't hold on to your pity for these poor, pitiful creatures."

Kanae pursed her lips and did not speak. Once, Gyomei Himejima, the "Stone Pillar" who had saved her and her sister from a demon, had said similar words to her.

She vaguely remembered Gyomei asking her, "Do you want to save the demon that killed your parents... Is that what you're saying?"

At that time, Gyomei's words were filled with deep anger.

Then, her answer had been: "Demons are sad creatures. They used to be human, but now they eat humans. They fear the beautiful sunrise. If possible, I hope to free them from the chains of sorrow."

"I want to protect the happiness of those who haven't been destroyed. Just like you did for us... just like you protected me, I want to protect someone important. In this way, I think I can stop the chain of sadness."

In response to her answer, Gyomei had simply asked, "In the end, did I and my sister die?"

She had been silent then.

It took a long time before she raised her head and answered Gyomei, "I have already realized it."

It's just that she hadn't expected this realization to come so quickly. From the moment she joined the Demon Slayer Corps, she had already known this.

But my sister is different.

My sister shouldn't just die like this. She should receive the happiness of an ordinary girl until she dies at the end of her life. Not now.

"Let go of my sister..." she gritted her teeth, raising her hand slightly to hold the hilt of her Nichirin Blade, which exuded a cold aura.

"If you dare to harm a hair on my little sister's head, you're dead."

She gritted her teeth, full of fierce determination, her pink and purple eyes containing an intense resolve. "Even if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth, I will cut off your head with my own hands if you dare to harm my sister."

Facing Kanae's threat, Sam remained unmoved. If words were effective, the world wouldn't have so many desperate cries.

"Now... I am asking you to do something," he said softly. "If you care about your sister... Then, please use your own sword hilt to knock yourself unconscious."

"Do you think I would do that?" Kanae looked at the ghost with sarcasm. "Do you think I would clumsily knock myself unconscious, only to be killed by you while unaware? The result of that would not only be my death but also my sister's inability to escape your grasp. Do you think I'm that stupid?"

Sam shrugged and looked at Kanae firmly. "No, you are just that stupid."

"You..." Kanae felt an invisible anger filling her chest, her pretty face turning red with indignation.

At this moment, her already delicate beauty exuded an even more captivating charm.

"Right now, the choice is simple. Either knock yourself out, or I kill your sister first, and then you kill me in anger?" he said softly.

His Nichirin Blade's sharp edge brushed against Shinobu's fair neck, leaving a slight red mark that hinted at drawing blood.

"You..." Kanae watched this with clenched teeth, but when she saw the trace of blood on her sister's neck, she already felt out of control.

Although it seemed ridiculous to believe a ghost's words, at that moment, worried about her sister, she felt she had no choice but to believe it.

"If you hurt my sister's hair, I'll never let you go, even if I'm a ghost."

"Boom."

She could only say this bitterly before clumsily hitting herself on the back of the head with the handle of her sword.

Her soft body fell to the ground at that moment.

Sam held Shinobu, whom he had knocked unconscious, and looked at Kanae, who was also unconscious in the distance.

Suddenly, he had a strange feeling.

Is this the so-called sisterhood?