The Priest of Complete Dispel ~ Every Time I Save a Cursed Beautiful Girl with My Status Abnormal Cure Skill, For Some Reason Her Dependence on Me Maxes Out ~

Chapter 10: White Nightmare

“—Hurry, far away… farther and farther… I have to go where the pursuers can’t reach… I’m already…!”

The girl wore clothes resembling a white nun’s habit—but it wasn’t a nun’s habit; it was a holy garment only the chosen were allowed to wear.

Her platinum blonde hair swayed as she flushed and breathed heavily, desperately running through the forest.

“But even if I escape, my body is already—ah!? …Ah… ahi… ahi…”

While running, her tone suddenly changed, her speech slurred, and her eyes gradually lost focus.

“Augh!”

Because of this, she tripped over a small stone on the ground and fell.

“Hot… hot…”

As she spoke, the girl reached for the precious staff she somehow held.

And then—

“—I have to eat a boy quickly… ough!”

While crawling on the ground, she inserted the tip of her staff into her wet lower body.

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Two more years passed since then.

I reached the apparent age of seventeen, grew taller, and my face became more masculine.

However, even though my face should be the same as in my previous life, it felt different somehow.

Perhaps it was the result of coming to this village, training with a sword, and hunting monsters.

—Thud.

“That’s it, huh?”

Before me lay a Black Cockatrice, a creature that looked like a giant, blackened chicken using a <Petrification> skill with just its scream.

I dropped it from the air to the ground and just cut off its head with my sword.

“Shu… your skill is too strong to even talk about.”

“Seriously, a <Petrification> skill user is insane. If I hadn’t used my skill, who knows what would’ve happened.”

“Hm… you still haven’t heard from Mizette?”

“What…?”

What’s that? Even now, there’s something they haven’t told me?

Seriously, give me a break.

“From the moment we found you, you already had that skill and the Goddess’s blessing.”

“…The Goddess’s blessing?”

I recalled something from five years ago.

The voice I heard when I died in my previous life.

I thought it might be the Goddess, but there was no way to confirm it.

“Shu, because of the Goddess’s blessing, no status ailments affect you. So, no matter how much that Black Cockatrice tried to use <Petrification>, it wouldn’t work on you.”

“Huh!? What’s that!?”

In the five years since I came to this world, it was the first time I heard this.

Come to think of it, the old hag said something cryptic, and Keryneia might’ve hinted at something too, but no one ever said it clearly.

“So, you don’t need to worry about enemies using status ailment attacks.”

“Seriously…? But even so, dropping an enemy flying that high is tough, right? If I could just—”

“That’s why we taught you magic, isn’t it?”

Right. Two years passed.

For the first three years, I only learned swordsmanship, but for some reason, I started learning magic too.

Magic was a mysterious power where you felt the magical energy in your body, released it, and materialized it. Thanks to the old man’s teaching, I could now use basic wind and light magic.

I initially thought I couldn’t use it, but it seemed I had some aptitude for it.

So, with <Air Boost>, I could wrap wind magic around my body to move quickly or jump high, and with <Air Slash>, I could send wind-wrapped slashes to hit flying enemies from the ground.

“Yeah, but if the enemy flies too fast, I mess up their position, and the slashes don’t hit, right?”

“That’s because of your lack of training.”

“I’ve been doing it for two years already…”

“Hmph. Just two years, you mean. I’ve been using magic for sixty years.”

“Damn, that’s some serious experience…”

Two years versus sixty years—our skill levels with magic were different.

Even Keryneia’s simple <Heal> had unbelievable power, and the old man’s <Air Boost> jumps and <Air Slash> strikes always hit their target perfectly.

“You need to train more.”

“Man, I can take down huge monsters now, and it’s still not enough…?”

“For now, let’s make chicken hotpot tonight. Cockatrice meat is tough with lots of muscle, but if you simmer it slowly, it makes good broth.”

And so, the old man and I finished today’s combat training, cut off a portion of the Black Cockatrice’s meat, and headed back.

On the way back from the forest, I heard a rustling sound, and the bushes shook.

I grew cautious and readied my sword.

Then, crawling out from there wasn’t a monster—but a girl with platinum blonde hair wearing white clothes.

“—! Hey, are you okay!?”

Feeling she was clearly not normal, I instinctively approached her.

“Shu! Don’t get close!”

“What—”

But the old man, as if he sensed something, tried to stop me. However, I was already in front of the girl, reaching out to her.

“…Where…”

“Huh?”

“Man!!”

“Ngh!?”

Moving in a way that didn’t seem human, the girl, still on all fours, leapt at me. Pressing her enormous, almost freakish breasts against me, she forcibly stole my lips.

“What… ngh!? Wait… nugh!?”

“Man, ngh! Nju, ngh! Ngu, ngu!!”

It was a brutal deep kiss.

A selfish kiss that didn’t consider the other person at all.

Yet, somehow, it was lascivious, stirring human desire.

If it weren’t me, I might’ve been captivated.

But I knew what a real kiss was.

Marie and Amelia didn’t kiss like this.

A real kiss considered the other person. That’s why this kiss wasn’t pleasant at all.

“—Let go!!”

“Nghau!”

As expected, she couldn’t overpower me, and I managed to pull her lips away.