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 49.2: Soft Skin

Chapter 49.2: Soft Skin

“Magic-sealing… stone…”

“A special ore that seals the magic of anyone who touches it… it was hard enough to obtain, but it seems the archbishop has plenty.”

“Urgh… you…!”

Her magic was sealed, and the restraints binding her arms could not be broken by physical strength either.

In other words, at this point, Erina was completely cornered.

“What do you plan to do after this…!”

“With the archbishop’s influence, anything becomes forgiveness. —No matter how much one woman makes a fuss, it will not reach the higher-ups.”

(Just how rotten is Archbishop Bulldog…?)

The abduction of women, dark dealings in underground facilities, illegal goblin breeding—.

The more she delved in, the more endlessly Archbishop Bulldog’s darkness spread.

(Covering up the incident… as expected, I must use the recording magic tool to secure evidence and subject him and his faction to the Inquisition—)

But even as she thought that, Jilbe’s shadow approached Erina.

The moment his hand reached out, she caught her breath.

“I will start gently… you are lucky it was me you hit, Liena.”

Jilbe, who sat on Erina’s thigh, reached out toward her.

“No… no………… nooo!?”

“Ahahahahaha!!”

Because of the restraints, he could not properly adjust and remove her clothes.

Jilbe did not hide his irritation, grabbed the neckline of Erina’s dress roughly, and applied force to both sides as if tearing it.

—A dry ripping sound echoed.

Peeking from the tear was the porcelain-like skin of a woman who had preserved her purity as a cleric. The thin cloth covering her chest barely maintained its shape—that, in turn, accentuated her vulnerability.

“A beautiful woman has good taste in undergarments too… I have come to realize that lately… slurp.”

“Uu…………!”

Jilbe ran his tongue over Erina’s abdomen.

Erina’s body trembled as if in rejection. She had to endure—but the more she thought so, the more fear and humiliation constricted her entire body.

“You do not need to be so scared? I said I would be gentle.”

As he spoke, Jilbe removed his own clothes, baring his upper body.

At last, Jilbe’s hand approached Erina’s chest.

(No… no… I, really… to a scum like this………… if it has to be this way, it would be better with Master Shu………… wait, why am I thinking of Master Shu now—)

The pristine soft skin that no one had ever touched. It was now about to be violated for the first time.

Erina clenched her fists tightly and braced herself to endure what was about to happen.

It was in that instant.

“—Huh.”

The door at the room’s entrance, which had been closed until just now.

For some reason, the door was slightly open, and light from the corridor streamed in.

“Liena… next, let me see that beautiful chest—guh.”

However, Jilbe’s hand did not reach Erina’s chest.

Suddenly, along with a dull sound, an impact ran through Jilbe’s neck.

In the next instant, his body collapsed like a puppet with cut strings, falling beside Erina—onto the bed.

He rolled his eyes back and had completely lost consciousness.

“Eh… e…………”

“Erina… I came to help… it is Medina…!”

“Medina!!”

This was the moment Erina felt the deepest relief from the bottom of her heart.

Tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes along with the welling relief.

It was proof of liberation from terror and the warmth of salvation felt.

The presence quietly wavered, and Medina appeared after releasing the <Stealth> skill.

She pulled a key from the pocket of the collapsed Jilbe on the bed and deftly removed Erina’s handcuffs.

“Medina, thank you so much… I will never forget this.”

“I-I am not… but this is an emergency! Outside, Glen and the others are fighting the demon! They are waiting for Erina to return!”

“A demon!? Glen and the others!?”

Erina paled upon receiving the report from Medina.

“! Medina! Could you cut that curtain for me!?”

“Y-yes!”

Medina immediately understood her intent and nodded silently, drawing the knife seized from the bandit.

The blade sliced through the air, and with a light rustling sound, the thick cloth was cut cleanly in two.

Erina took the severed cloth, wrapped it skillfully around her body.

An improvised dress—it was far from beautiful, but it served as a cloth to protect her dignity in place of the torn clothes.

“Medina, let us go!”

“Yes!”

After securely restraining the unconscious Jilbe, the two leaped out of the room in unison.

And the place Erina headed after leaping out was not the exit to the outside.

“Medina! I know Glen and the others’ lives are in danger! But this alone—”

While running, Erina removed a small earring-like device from her left ear and quickly handed it to Medina.

“What is this…?”

“It is a recording magic tool. Please. You can do it more reliably than I can. Infiltrate Archbishop Bulldog’s room and record the evidence!”

“…………Understood.”

Medina hesitated for an instant.

On the battlefield, Glen and Iris were exposed to danger.

If something happened here, she might lose Iris—and thinking that would lead to self-blame.

However, Medina still chose to grant Erina’s wish.

There was one reason. If she could not bring back evidence now, security would tighten, and another chance to infiltrate might never come.

The street battle, Jilbe’s restraint… it was only a matter of time before the people in the mansion noticed.

If she was to do it, now was the only time—Master Shu would surely do the same.

The two quietly yet swiftly ran through the mansion.

Fortunately, all the mansion’s servants were at the party venue, and no figures appeared in the corridors.

And at the farthest room on the top floor of the mansion they reached, an especially luxurious and large door stood.

“Medina… probably…”

“Y-yes…!”

Medina gripped the recording magic tool firmly and activated <Stealth>.

She carefully pushed open the door without a sound and slowly infiltrated inside.