I Became a Fake Priest the Saintess Is Obsessed With - I Became a Fake Priest the Saintess Is Obsessed With chapter 80

80 – Curse

It is an unfamiliar ceiling.

Oh, no. It was unfamiliar, but when I looked at the ceiling, I realized that this was the Magic Tower.

A white ceiling is very ordinary, but a ceiling with mathematical formulas or magic spells written on it would be extremely rare.

This ceiling is where wizards who are crazy about knowledge live… In other words, it is something that can only be seen at the Magic Tower.

‘Ugh… I’m dizzy… ‘

I looked away from the ceiling, which gave me a headache just looking at it.

Some crazy person wrote math formulas on the ceiling where he can only see them when he wakes up.

Ah, this was a gathering place for crazy people.

‘So why am I lying here?’

While lying on my side, I thought about why I suddenly woke up somewhere in the Magic Tower.

‘Without even thinking about it, let’s see who helped us… ‘

It seems like someone brought me here after I collapsed from overusing my magic.

Belongings are also placed neatly on the drawer next to the bed. I picked up a hand mirror and looked at my face.

I ended up causing harm to others while making the ‘mirror’ forcibly, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Because ‘mirror’ is a necessary item to achieve my goal.

“You’re awake…”

Just as I was blankly looking at my face for a moment and thinking about how smooth it looked, someone opened the door and came to me.

I don’t know his name, but he was a research wizard with a hunched posture and squinty eyes.

I got up and sat down against the wall.

“I’m sorry for causing trouble. Was it a wizard who moved you here?”

“No… Neti brought Ivan…”

“Nettie?”

“Yes… He was brought here in a hurry after finishing the lecture at the academy… Neti said he finished the treatment… Are you able to move…”

I tried stretching lightly.

The bones scream, but it is not that painful.

I guess it’s true that you should go to a witch if you have a problem with magic. I have suffered from overuse of my magic countless times and received treatment, but I am in the best condition right now.

Rather than being painful, I feel better than usual because all the magical power I had gathered has drained away.

“No problem. In fact, the condition seems to have improved.”

“Then please accept this…”

The research wizard rummaged through the pocket of his robe and handed over a wad of paper with a law formation drawn on it. The paper was the communication paper I had received from Scherer some time ago.

“The great sage told me to call him if I need even the slightest help during the research period…”

“Can I get this much of something so expensive?”

“It’ll be okay… It’s something worth a piece of toilet paper to the Great Sage…”

You must be overflowing with money since you are the head of the Magic Tower.

I decided not to burden myself and put the communication paper in my pocket.

“I’m just here to check on your condition, so I’ll just leave… If you need anything, please use the blood-stained piece of communication paper to call me… And the Great Sage told me to come to the meeting room at 4 PM… On time. Please go…”

The hunched research wizard left the room.

I should get up soon too.

I haven’t found out anything about the saint’s curse yet, so I’ll have to investigate.

I packed my luggage and left the room.

The scent of old books wafting through the air stimulates my nose.

The ‘Curse’ bookshelf catches my eye.

I headed towards the curse bookshelf without looking at anything else.

***

“Ugh… It’s hard…”

After reading all the books about curses, I collapsed on the spot.

No matter how much you like reading, it can be difficult to just stare at a book for several days.

Somewhere along the way, I lost concentration and turned the pages meaninglessly, and what I had read became vague, so I wasted time reading it again.

So, if you ask whether there was a harvest after all the hard reading, there was.

The name and characteristics of something similar to the curse that the saint was under were written in a book left by an ancient priest and a book left by a witch doctor who lived in an earlier era.

The name of the curse is ‘hypers*xual contact’, which is closer to a disease than a curse, and the symptom is a black scar in a specific area. The condition for the curse is contact with a specific target for a long period of time. Here, the specific object is-

“Ira…”

-A direct descendant of the ‘Aira’ family, especially the girl who inherited the most blood from the goddess. That is the condition for the curse to appear.

“I never thought Ira’s story would suddenly come out here…”

Her head hurt as the strange story about the family she had been looking for for several days suddenly popped up.

There was only a passing story without any other information or story, but I was able to get some clues about Aira.

First of all, at least what Tama said, ‘Ira is a Neve family’ is true.

I don’t believe in Tama’s words and the content written in the old book, but it is almost certain that at least similar content is written in two books from different eras.

Secondly, the saint has been in contact with someone from the Aira family other than me for a long time. Based on the contents of the book, I guess she is the girl who inherited the most blood from the goddess…

‘What is expected is the old friend the saintess spoke of… ‘I’m almost certain that it’s him because she and the saint have been together for a long time and she looks similar to me.’

Then, wouldn’t she be able to get more information if she asked her saintess about that friend, found her, and asked about her family?

“Ah~ First, I have to listen to the great sage’s story. There is a high possibility that the saint’s friend doesn’t know about Aira either…”

Anyway, let’s hear the story about Aira from Scherer.

If you do the foolish thing of looking for someone whose place of residence, name, age, and identity are unknown, and the only thing you know is that they look similar to you, it is much easier to get information from Dr. Cheokcheok, Sage Wiki.

‘Hmm… I’ve read all the books, what should I do now… ‘

I looked at the clock and the time was 3:50 PM. It happened to be 10 minutes before the time I was supposed to meet Scherer.

‘I don’t mind going 10 minutes early.’

I put the books back where they were and headed to the meeting room.

“You’re here.”

Schler sat in the same spot as the day before and welcomed me.

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I also sat in the same seat as the day before yesterday, across from Scherer.

“I heard there was an incident at the Witchcraft workshop. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes, it’s okay. I’m sorry for causing trouble…”

“It doesn’t matter. Rather, research wizards often cause accidents like that… Really, it doesn’t matter.”

“Ah… I see.”

Being compared to the research wizards of the Magic Tower… Scherer must be treating me like a crazy person. From now on, you should stay quiet and not show off until the experiment is over…

“Anyway, I called you today to conduct a simple experiment.”

“After the blood test, is it an experiment? Specifically, what kind of experiment are you planning to do?”

“The goal is to extract the sacred power within your body and investigate its exact composition. There is a magic tool in the 4th laboratory that extracts sacred power in detail, so we will use it.”

“It’s not dangerous, right?”

“That can’t be right. This is a device that has never had an accident so far, so don’t worry. Do you… Do you have claustrophobia?”

“There isn’t any…”

“Then, I am even more at ease. Her experiment will be over after I stay in the sealed magical tool for about an hour. Now, let’s go out. My assistant will be outside her, so you can just follow her.”

I did as he said and got up and went outside.

At the door was a very familiar person by now, a hunched female research wizard.

“I’ll guide you to Laboratory 4… Please follow me…”

“Ah, yes…”

I arrived at Laboratory 4 following her invigorating guidance.

The inside of the laboratory was ordinary. However, what is impressive is that it looks like a huge tube sitting in the middle of the laboratory…

“Uh… Is that coffin really a magic tool?”

“Yes… Please put down your bag and lie down…”

Really? Do you really want me to lie down in that coffin?

It doesn’t seem to have anything to do with s*xual power, and I think Count Dracula should be lying down, right?

‘So it absorbs s*xual power…? ?’

By looking like a blasphemer, you are sucking up sacred power… ?

After realizing something rationally, I lay down in the coffin.

“I will close the lid…”

Then, the stooped research wizard lightly lifted the heavy-looking lid and placed it on the coffin.

“Hey, I’m not mentally ready yet…”

It seems to be completely blocked, so the sound does not escape and stays inside the pipe.

An hour in such a dark place… ? No matter how scary it is…

“Huh? Uh…?”

As I took a deep breath and tried to relax, the tube began to rattle.

Did the machine work? Wait a minute, it’s too rattling!

Is it true that the device worked? It’s just shaking and there’s no particular reaction to my body’s s*xual power?

‘Let’s calm down and wait for an hour… ‘

I decided to calm down and wait for time.

In a moment… after that… After a time of suffering…

‘Damn, it feels like 2 hours have passed and it doesn’t open!’

The air inside the tube is barely used for breathing, making it difficult to breathe.

Consciousness… Consciousness fades away…

When the supply of oxygen to the brain is cut off, consciousness can no longer be maintained.

I lost consciousness, unable to figure out whether the darkness was really dark or because my consciousness was cut off.