The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 116
“His life isn’t in danger, but with the magic and poison in his body, we need to get him out of the demon world as soon as possible.”
The reason Payne lost consciousness wasn’t only because of blood loss but also because of the magic he absorbed after Carmen’s necklace was broken.
“Is that what caused the corruption?”
“I’m not sure yet. There are signs of snake-like markings, and it’s all very strange.”
“Snake markings?”
“Yes, I saw them too.”
Hella raised one hand and moved closer to Ashtel.
“When he fell in the fog zone, I wrapped some tentacles around him to protect him, and that’s what I remembered.”
“Payne. But was it because of you, Sis?!”
Ashtel’s eyes, filled with sudden anger, stared at Hela, who awkwardly looked away.
“No… you didn’t give me a chance to explain.”
“You never mentioned it! What’s going on?”
“It’s a curse.”
At that moment, Sermerdes, who had regained consciousness, interjected.
Hela and Carmen instinctively fell silent at the intrusion of the first sister.
Although Ashtel might have expected this, the others who helped bring Payne to the demon world would surely get a stern scolding.
Fortunately, it seemed that Sermerdes focused solely on catching Ashtel’s attention.
“It’s a weak curse, a curse of resentment from a human.”
“A human’s curse? Why would something like that be in Payne’s body?”
“I’ll have to confirm it myself.”
Sermerdes, with her unreadable expression, looked at Ashtel, silently asking for her permission.
“…Sis is going to help Payne?”
Sermerdes’ hair, like a flurry of snowflakes, stirred. However, Ashtel couldn’t bring herself to trust her.
Earlier, he was trying to kill him.
As the standoff dragged on, Sermerdes grew more anxious.
“I’ll look at the human’s curse, but you have to take back what you said earlier.”
“About not seeing you for a hundred years?”
“Yes.”
“Umm…”
“How am I supposed to not see you for a hundred years?”
Hela and Matys nodded in agreement.
Even a month of Ashtel’s playful time in the human world made Sermerdes anxious.
That’s why she knew every detail about Ashtel’s prey, down to their name and appearance.
It was all for Ashtel’s sake.
“Fine. But if you make Payne suffer again, then it’s really over.”
At those words, Sermerdes’ already pale face grew even whiter.
But, being the great demon that she was, she masked her inner feelings completely and blinked her eyes with grace.
Though it was still hard to give trust, if Sermerdes examined it, she could immediately figure out what kind of curse it was, so Ashtel led her into the lab.
Inside, where thick smoke and the constant clinking sounds of the workshop seeped out, Payne was lying still, covered with a white cloth.
Around him was a thin protective barrier, and Carmen added an explanation.
“This barrier blocks the magic and poison. But it’s temporary, so we need to send him to the human world as quickly as possible.”
“Understood. Sis Seri, do you see anything?”
There was no immediate response.
Sermerdes, standing silently like a doll, waved one hand, summoning a floating magic circle.
After inspecting something, she narrowed her eyes slightly.
“It’s a curse of dreams.”
“…Dream?”
“A long time ago, someone cursed this human through dreams.”
“What kind of curse?”
“This…”
Sermerdes’ face tilted slightly as she paused for a moment before letting out a cold sigh and speaking.
“I think Juvia might know.”
“What? Why? Sis Seri doesn’t know?”
“It’s not in my domain.”
“But Sis Juvia—”
“I know. She’s asleep.”
Ashtel and Carmen stared in confusion.
In the end, it was Juvia.
‘No, I was supposed to wake up Sis Juvia anyway, so it’s fine. I can ask her about Payne’s curse and have her erase his memory.’
But the important thing was time.
“Sis Carmen, how long can Payne hold out here?”
“At most, a day or two. Anything longer is impossible.”
“And how long will it take for Sis Juvia to wake up?”
“…That’s impossible to measure.”
It was a big mistake to think that waking up the laziest of the Asti sisters would only take a day.
Sometimes it would take three days, sometimes a week. Juvia would sleep deeply.
Even then, it was only based on statistics when she eventually woke up. There had been times when Ashtel had shaken her for an entire month without any success.
At that moment, Sermerdes, as though finding her purpose, turned around with a faint smile.
“I’ll wake her up.”
Then it would take just one day.
