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 21: Into the Goblin's Lair ※

Chapter 21: Into the Goblin’s Lair ※

“Damn, that’s good! …Hey, old man! Oi, old man!”

“W-what is it…”

“It’s too damn tasty! Seconds!”

“…Coming right up.”

The old man flinched for a moment, overwhelmed by the enthusiasm, but my honest praise softened his expression. Looking a little proud, he started preparing the next plate.

Even though this was a remote village, the food was shockingly delicious. It carried the solid skill of a proper cook—nothing like simple home cooking. The outside world really is the best.

While eating, I got a detailed rundown on the members of “Silver Blade.”

The one captured is their leader, the swordsman Glen. The three still here are: Risia, a short, red-haired bob with a baby face, who’s a mage; Garo, a big, green-haired, short-haired tank; and Erina, a silver-haired priestess with a pure, refined aura.

When I asked how strong a B-rank party really is, they told me it’s among the top tier even in the adventurer city of Hares. That means A-rank and above adventurers really are an extremely rare handful.

And even a B-rank party like theirs couldn’t beat the Goblin Queen… That monster really must be a serious threat.

The three members of “Silver Blade” were clearly desperate to rescue Glen as soon as possible, but a pitch-black cave would make visibility terrible for us too. At Iris’s suggestion, we decided to head to the goblin nest at dawn.

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“Stop it… please, stop!!”

Echoing through the cave were the screams of women crammed into a cell.

Several goblins surrounded more than ten women, letting out vulgar laughter.

Behind them stood a single small figure, hood pulled deep over its face.

“You! Help us! You’re the same as us, aren’t you?! Please!”

“I can’t take it anymore! Being violated by goblins… nooooo!!”

Desperate cries for help. But the hooded girl said nothing. She simply stood there, watching the horrific scene inside the cell.

The goblins all attacked at once, plunging their cocks into the three well-trained female holes one after another.

Once inserted, it never stopped until they pumped out their semen.

“Nngh, nngh, nngh, nngh!?”

Mouths were forcibly pried open. Green, filthy cocks thrust in and out with wet, sloppy sounds.

The women could only shed tears and endure until the goblins’ gang rape was over.

“Nooo, not my ass! It hurts, it hurts!! Don’t… don’t come inside… nooooooo!!”

Their lower bodies were violated from both front and back at the same time. Caught between pleasure and pain, they had no choice but to receive the semen being unloaded into them.

Once every goblin had finished breeding, they let out satisfied “gya-gya” laughs and left the cell.

The women collapsed onto the ground. Thick white fluid spilled from every violated hole with wet plops.

Eventually their tears dried up, their strength to cry out was gone, and finally they fainted as if falling asleep.

“────”

The hooded girl who had watched the entire scene from behind clenched her teeth so hard they audibly ground together.

Blood trickled from the corner of her bitten lip.

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“No way…”

From far off came the women’s screams and the goblins’ jeering laughter.

The brown-haired swordsman Glen finally noticed the voices. So there were other captured humans besides him.

Looking around, he saw scattered white bones—human skeletons—lying everywhere.

“What the hell is going on…?”

In the depths of the darkness, the Goblin Queen’s eyes glinted.

Even from a distance, he could tell her gaze was licking over his lower body. The next moment, the corner of her mouth lifted in what looked like a grin.

“Hey… something that huge… it’ll definitely break me…”

Even as he spat out words mixed with regret and fear, there was nothing the current Glen could do.

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Early morning.

We left the inn, met up, and climbed into the carriage. We headed toward the cave where the goblin nest was said to be.

At the foot of a small mountain, a large hole gaped open. That was our destination.

Approaching slowly from the tree shadows, we saw two goblins standing guard at the entrance.

“What do we do…?”

With their leader absent, Risia asked quietly. But Iris didn’t seem to consider them an obstacle at all.

—Thud.

Both guard goblins collapsed at the same time.

“Eh?”

“W-what just happened?”

“…Are they dead?”

The three from “Silver Blade” spoke in unison, eyes wide with shock. But I had no intention of explaining in detail.

“Let’s go.”

I walked forward calmly and cut off the goblins’ heads with my longsword.

On closer inspection, I saw black collars around their necks.

“W-what’s going on…?”

“Let’s not worry about it. Those goblins must have received the Goddess’s judgment.”

Iris’s words forcefully closed the topic, but a silent understanding flowed among the three: don’t ask too deeply.

Inside the cave felt inorganic, with a breeze flowing through. There must be a vent somewhere. It felt less like a natural cave and more like something artificially dug.

“Shu-san, may I ask one thing?”

The one who spoke was the priestess Erina.

“What you’re wearing under the robe… is a monk’s habit, right?”

“Yeah. I’ve been wearing this since I was a kid. Every time I grew bigger, the old lady would grumble while patching it up for me.”

“I see… It’s a wonderful garment. But—why does a priest use a sword?”

Apparently it’s unusual for a priest to wield a sword.

The old man forced me to learn swordsmanship as his hobby.

“I’ve used a sword since I was little. For me, this is my best weapon.”

“…You’re quite an unusual person.”

Erina tilted her head but didn’t press further.

During a break in our movement, I whispered to Iris.

“Hey, am I actually a priest?”

“To adventurers, anyone wearing a monk’s habit and fighting is treated as a priest.”

“Huh…”

I see. Another piece of knowledge I didn’t have.

So what exactly does my “Priest” job mean? Maybe there are other ranks or something.

“What’s your job, Iris?”

“I’m a saintess candidate.”

“…………”

So it’s more like a title? Whatever, not important right now.

We reached a fork and stopped.

“When we went left earlier, we ran into goblins, but…”

“Leave this to me.”

After Garo spoke, Risia stepped forward.

She raised her staff and cast a spell.

“＜Wind Search＞”

A faint wind swept through the cave.

“Handy magic.”

“Yes. It’s a spell that carries sound on the wind to detect the position and number of living creatures.”

Risia closed her eyes in concentration, then spoke.

“…To the right. Dozens of goblins. And… several humans.”

“Several?”

“There might be a lot of people imprisoned besides Glen.”

That was entirely possible. It wouldn’t make sense for just one person. Even without thinking back to goblin tropes from light novels, it was easy to imagine.

We advanced deeper and emerged into a wide open space.

About thirty small goblins. Along the walls stood iron-barred cells, and inside, women chained in the darkness huddled together. Their clothes were almost completely torn off, leaving them in a pitiful state.

“How awful…”

“Is Glen in there?”

“We should help them… but”

“Clearing the enemies comes first.”

No one disagreed. Rushing in to save them and causing more victims would be the worst thing we could do.

—＜Perfect Clear: Reversal＞

I applied ＜Lumbago＞ to all the goblins, then layered ＜Paralysis＞ and ＜Poison＞ on top. Once they couldn’t move, I went around cutting off their heads one by one.

“Thirty of them in an instant, without a scratch… what is going on…”

The three from “Silver Blade” witnessed yet another incomprehensible sight and could only stand there stunned.

Once it was over, we approached the cells.

But—

“D-don’t look…!”

“Eh…”

Inside were about ten women. But the moment we got close, they all covered their faces with their hands at once. Even though the manacles prevented them from fully hiding, they desperately tried to conceal their faces.

“W-what’s going on…?”

Risia groaned. We all held our breath.

The women there had faces that didn’t belong to human women—faces like pigs.