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 45: Seira's Resolve

Chapter 45: Seira’s Resolve

I shoved a finger into her asshole, an unprecedented method. Even I had to hold my head in my hands.

Honestly, groping or sucking on her breasts might have been a bit more tolerable.

–But the real problem started here.

How could I get Seira to believe me?

Come to think of it, she was still under the “Paralysis” status. …All right, let’s give it a try.

“Seira… I can dispel curses… but I don’t think you’ll believe me. So I’ll dispel the “Paralysis” that’s affecting you now. Just watch.”

“Why… am I… paralyzed…?”

“Uh… sorry about that, for real.”

“You little… shit… brat…”

Her whole body remained rigid, but she glared at me with her face alone.

The sharpness of her gaze was like a frog stared down by a snake. Cold sweat trickled down my back.

“Anyway, here goes– <Perfect Clear>.”

I specified only the “Paralysis” and activated the skill.

This time, though, without touching her. Direct contact would have taken only ten or twenty seconds, but without physical contact… it would take at least half an hour.

“Are you… doing something…? I really… don’t… get it… Damn it… I can’t move…”

“If possible, once you can move, don’t attack me…”

“I’ll kill you…”

“Spare me…”

Once she started directing killing intent at me, there was nothing I could do.

But this silent time was too precious to waste, so I began explaining.

“I have a skill called <Perfect Clear> that the Goddess granted me. It can completely cure any curse or status ailment. I’ve treated several people with it so far. I even have a track record of curing curses.”

“The… Goddess…? If you’re… lying… in her name… you’ll face… the inquisition… for heresy…”

If I told the truth, I had even spoken directly with the Goddess.

But the moment I said that, she’d label me a heretic without question.

Besides, I couldn’t say that Iris, a saint candidate, was verifying it with <Appraisal> right here and now.

“I’m telling you the absolute truth. So if you don’t want to die, please think about it. You’re probably in your early twenties. You should have a long future ahead of you–”

The moment I said it, an unforgettable name floated up from the depths of my chest.

–Rikka.

She had been promising, by anyone’s standards.

Top grades, easy to get along with, lots of friends.

Yet she had died at just fifteen–.

“That’s why I don’t want you to give up. I want you to live and do more of what you want to do.”

“…………”

Seira’s eyes wavered slightly.

In the depths of that emotion, which was neither anger nor hesitation, a faint spark of something like hope seemed to ignite.

“–Shu, are you done?”

At the worst possible timing, Mariel returned.

But there was still something I had to tell Seira.

“Mariel… sorry. Could you head back to the clinic first? I’ll come properly later.”

“You really… you’re something else. Well, fine. I’ll wait for you at the clinic.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

It was a brief exchange, but I could see a hint of greater trust in it than before.

Mariel said nothing more, let out a light sigh, and left the room.

I heard the door close and turned back to Seira.

Beside her, still unable to move, I kept the light of <Perfect Clear> going and continued treating the “Paralysis.”

–In the end, treating just the “Paralysis” took a full half hour.

“…My body… is moving…”

“I-I’m confiscating your sword, okay?”

“I won’t… slash you anymore… The cause of the “Paralysis” is obviously suspicious, but it’s gone now. It shouldn’t have been curable by normal <Cure> spells, medicinal herbs, or potions.”

Seira sat up on the bed and awkwardly clenched and unclenched her fingers, confirming that her hands moved.

A mix of slight bewilderment and wariness mingled in her eyes.

“…………So, assuming you really can dispel my curse, you’re still hiding something, aren’t you?”

“Sharp… Yeah, it’s separate from recovering from that “Paralysis” just now. My skill <Perfect Clear> changes the treatment method depending on the person, their curse, or status ailment.”

“And?”

“Listen carefully…”

I took a deep breath–and steeled myself.

“–To dispel your “Withered Blood Curse,” I need to massage your asshole with my finger for three days straight.”

The moment I said it out loud, I thought even I was crazy.

But I couldn’t laugh. This was a matter of life and death.

“Are you… serious…?”

Seira looked away and asked in a low, crawling voice.

I could see her shoulders trembling with anger.

“Yeah, dead serious. Believe me or not, up to you. But all I want is to help someone suffering right in front of me. I think it’s fate that I met you now… So, Seira, you have the right to be saved.”

“…………”

“If the dispelling fails, you can kill me with that sword, no problem. But if it really succeeds… then there’s something I want you to hear.”

About Bulldog’s misdeeds.

If she believed me, she would surely cooperate.

“I’ll head out for today. I’ll come back tomorrow. Give me your answer then.”

“…………”

Seira stayed silent and saw me off with her eyes on my back.

But she didn’t swing her sword around like before.

After that, I returned to the clinic and, as yesterday, treated patients while–continuing to gather information on Bulldog.

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“–That damn monk… what the hell is he…?”

I muttered it on the bed without thinking.

There had been kind monks and sisters before.

They had worried about my illness and prescribed medicine.

But no one had ever visited my home.

Yet of all people, that rude bastard–a temple knight like me, lacking even basic courtesy in his speech–why had he come?

“Inflicting “Paralysis,” then curing it… and seeing through my curse, claiming he can dispel it…”

It was hard to believe.

But the “Paralysis” had indeed been cured.

With the result right there as fact, I couldn’t deny it.

–Even so, that man was full of mysteries.

I’d never heard of a skill granted by the Goddess.

How could he declare it so confidently in the first place?

The more I thought about it, the shadier it seemed.

But that light in his eyes back then–I just couldn’t see it as a lie.

It was the same light I had carried proudly as a temple knight in battle.

“Just………… what does “ass” even mean…? It makes no sense at all…!”

I’d never exposed my skin to a man in my life.

I had kept my pure body clean and trained, climbing the path to temple knight.

And now me–showing my asshole to a man I’d just met?

…No, impossible. It couldn’t happen.

And it wasn’t just showing. Sticking a finger in was utterly insane…!

“Seira, you’re awake?”

“Pig Uncle…”

Right on cue, Pig Uncle came to check on me.

He was like a father to me, a warm man who had taken me in knowing my bloodline, a kind man.

“You need to lock the door properly, or it’s dangerous.”

“Yeah… I had a visitor.”

“Hm? A visitor?”

Pig Uncle held soft bread and a bundle of soup in his hands.

He set them on the table and looked at me with gentle eyes.

“Yeah, a monk named Shu.”

“That kid from yesterday?”

“You know him?”

“He’s the one who prescribed your medicine yesterday. I didn’t expect him to come check on you in person…”

“…………I have one question. From your perspective, Pig Uncle, what kind of person is he?”

I wanted to know what kind of guy he seemed like from Pig Uncle’s view.

Pig Uncle thought for a moment and furrowed his brow.

“…………Something like what I felt from the saint… no, more than that… From the moment I met him, I sensed all sorts of oddities… but he might be blessed by the Goddess.”

“…………!”

My chest stirred.

The story he told about receiving a skill from the Goddess started to feel real.

“I don’t have the <Appraisal> skill, but I’ve seen my share of people. But someone with an aura like his… you don’t meet often.”

“…Really…? But… the ass part…”

“Hm? Ass?”

“Ah, no, don’t mind it!”

I couldn’t possibly tell Pig Uncle about the curse dispelling method.

Sticking a finger in an asshole? No way I could say that…!

“…………Seira, are you… happy now?”

Suddenly, Pig Uncle said it while gazing into the distance.

“Heh… Ever since you started taking care of me, Pig Uncle, I’ve been happy all along. I just had to focus on being a temple knight.”

“I see… Then you still want to live, right?”

“Of course. I’ve finally climbed to this position and been entrusted with this city. …I can’t face my subordinates right now, but even so–if this strange illness can be cured…”

“I’m truly sorry. I couldn’t do anything.”

No.

Pig Uncle had nothing to apologize for.

Because you picked me up, I am who I am now.

From that day on, it’s been nothing but gratitude.

“–Pig Uncle, would you… be happy if I lived a little longer?”

“That’s a foolish question, Seira. …Adoption or not, you’ve been my daughter from the start.”

“…I see…………”

Warmth filled my chest, and tears welled up a little.

And in this moment–my resolve hardened, perhaps.

Compared to the fear of death, embarrassment was nothing.

Just endure for three days. That alone would let me live.

…If I could live and see Pig Uncle’s smile again.

For that, I would need to prepare.

“Hey, Pig Uncle………… Do you know what lotion is?”