Chapter 505
Chapter 505
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 505
Chapter Title: Junior Priest Kim Katt
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"This is the place! Priest!"
A man in his thirties who had introduced himself as Dodnal turned back to me and shouted. He seemed deeply moved by the funeral rites I'd performed for him, guiding me to the crime scene with fervent enthusiasm.
Just looking at his face told me how much ordinary folks in this other world trusted professional religious folk.
In a world where gods truly exist.
Priests burn their lives smiting evil. It was only natural they'd earn the common people's support.
And I hadn't heard a single whisper of corrupt priests. Makes sense—no one rotten enough to fall would last in church life anyway. That's why they were trustworthy.
Pure as the driven snow.
"..."
But corrupt priests...? I swear on my life, I'd never seen one.
The priests I'd met were all mad for righteous slaughter—the purest kind of humans, in a way. If one of them somehow fell, would their fanatic comrades spare him out of old affection?
From what I'd seen, they'd blow the pope's head off if they judged him corrupt.
"Priest? What are you thinking...? Ah! Are you analyzing the crime scene?!"
"...Yes."
I'd been lost in thought for a moment.
Anyway, this junior priest title would win me goodwill in any village. Nothing beat it for perks.
"Any other scenes besides this? Seemed like a lot of victims."
"I remember them all!"
There were no meaningful clues left at the scene. It had happened a while back, after all.
We toured every crime site near the village under Dodnal's guidance. All the incidents had occurred in remote spots or forest paths. Judging by the locations, the murders stretched all the way to the road leading to the next village.
The killer was prowling the area, slaughtering indiscriminately.
—The bodies had all been hacked apart with a sharp blade.
A simple thrill killer?
Leaving the corpses behind made it likely.
If it were just robbery, no need to be so blatant in one area—the brutality went way beyond necessary.
One slash to the throat would've done it. No reason to waste time mutilating unless they could shred a person in seconds.
And a pro like that robbing peasants?
Didn't add up.
Any motive besides thrill-killing would be the weird part.
I'd wondered if it was some heretic's human sacrifice, but the bodies being left behind didn't fit. By my killer's instincts, this screamed antisocial psychopath thrill-killer.
"The next village over is called Solis, but I hear incidents happened there too. It's terrifying—we can barely live like this, Priest."
"Rest easy. I'm here to handle it."
"Thank you so much!"
By the time we'd checked all the scenes, the sun was dipping low.
I had a rough map of locations and sites, but no special clues.
Not like I'd catch the bastard in a day anyway.
Tomorrow, I'd scout the village outskirts and track him. If time allowed, check the next village. With luck, I'd find those adventurers' bodies from before.
Back in the village, I gathered the villagers and laid down the law.
"A serial killer prowls nearby. Don't leave the village after dark. Barricade your doors until I butcher the perp. I know it's inconvenient, but no night travel or trips to other villages."
"Y-yes, sir!"
Of course, village life wasn't just house-to-field loops. They foraged in woods, traded with neighbors.
The killer would target those folks.
"Stay out of the forest too."
"Priest... b-but if we can't go into the woods, we can't gather modul..."
Modul? Some fruit or veg, probably.
Folks here made bank foraging. No outings meant no income.
"Go if you must, but know your life's at risk. Suck it up now or die."
"...Understood."
I wrapped up my speech and dismissed them.
If E-rank Kim Katt said it, they'd mutter "Who does this punk think he is?" But Junior Priest Kim Katt? They obeyed meekly.
Status bred authority.
"Priest, some houses stand empty. Stay in one, if it pleases you."
I'd been pondering sleeping spots when they offered.
Even sorting my lodging? Never dreamed business would get this treatment.
"My thanks. Fine folk you are. I'll pray your god blesses you."
Obviously, those empty houses belonged to the slain. Hence the vacancies.
"We're the grateful ones. We'll bring meals too."
"Can't impose that far. I'll pay."
"The funeral was payment enough."
"...Fair enough. Gladly accept your kindness."
The house felt lived-in days ago. As I unpacked to rest, villagers brought fruit and bread.
Kim Katt's funeral side-hustle pays dividends.
"Heh heh. Black-haired junior priest racks up perks."
Winia said, biting an apple.
"Heh heh heh, sure does."
"Keep using the title for favors, Katt."
"Damn right."
We supped on their food and provisions, washed at the nearby well. A real house, not a shed—sleeping would be comfy.
Quick cleanup, bedroll down, lights out.
Up early tomorrow to search. Map showed distance to next village. Killer wouldn't bunk in town—probably holed up in some forest dugout.
But... why go to such lengths killing?
Crazies' motives were unknowable, but this self-sabotaging crime spree? Pure psycho.
Faith maybe?
Some fucked cult? Stick to Radiant Cross Society or Brass Celestial Society—why weird shit? Heretic gods' promises, probably. Bastards.
"Katt? What're you mulling?"
Cloudy, nestled against my chest, asked.
"Ah... killer's identity. Why so obsessed with murder."
"Hm, probably no deep reason. Just that kinda guy."
"Maybe."
"Anyway, Katt... time for..."
"Whoa, Cloudy. Not here. Noise. Home, I'll take care of you."
"But you're hurting, Katt."
True—my dick throbbed. Been avoiding touching it.
"Heh heh, I'm fine. Got you beside me."
"Sis, sleep. Do it home. You black out till dawn anyway."
"Eek."
I closed my eyes, Cloudy and Winia flanking me.
Sex at home only. My wives' moans for my ears. Plus, junior priest in village center? No.
Wagon fucks aside, bed made me tired.
Consciousness faded.
.
.
.
—Rustle rustle.
World still dark... dawn?
Soft fingers tickled my chest, rousing me. Cloudy wanting play, post-wakeup.
"Cloudy... tickles... eh."
—Tszzt.
Mid-sentence, something odd hit me.
Soft fingers... thought Cloudy, but no—not her feel. Not Winia. Not Karin or Risha.
They were working.
I'd know my wives' touch anywhere.
"Hee hee hee, Katt. Ticklish? Ngh... but your body's so hot. Ahh, dreamed of this... always touched myself imagining... rubbed all night, lust wouldn't fade... like a dream."
A familiar woman's voice echoed from the dark.
"...What?"
Bad vibes—I bolted upright.
This voice!
"Sweet dreams, Katt. So happy to see you again."
—Fwoosh!
Dark space lit up. Some light source ignited.
"H-Hildegarth!"
"Y-yes. Hildegarth, who thinks only of you."
There she was—the succubus Hildegarth!
Couldn't process reality.
And this wasn't that rundown house.
—Opulent bedroom vibes.
Soft bed, pricey decor everywhere, weird candlelight encircling it.
First time seeing a room this baller.
Kidnapped!
"You bitch! What the fuck!"
I lunged punching—pink energy shot like ropes, slamming me back, binding me tight.
Fuck!
"Calm down, Katt. Just a dream. Oh, this is my room? Nice, right? Worked hard on it."
"What? A dream?"
"Yes. Dream. Forgot my race?"
Succubus.
Pan demonium demons invading men's dreams for essence. So I was trapped in Hildegarth's spell, lost in dreamland!
"That's me, in your dream now."
She caressed my face, melting expression.
Her outfit? Lewd remix of pure white dress into lingerie. Ample tits, slim waist, wide hips and ass—all bared brazenly.
Fuck...!
Lust fogged my brain. Bad spot. Should've fucked Cloudy earlier!
"Kept trying your dreams... never worked. But tonight? Yes! Heh heh, out of the house? Succubus targeting you, sleeping anywhere~ Bad. Get eaten by naughty succubus~."
She chirped happily.
Mommy!
Me falling for this trickery?!
Home sleep blocked by Risha's magic, probably. Outdoors? Fair game. Knights' camp too...? Ah, same deal.
Unprotected overnight.
She'd waited for it.
"Great chance for me! Heh heh, let's play since we're here."
"Fuck off! Outta my dream!"
—Boom! Boom!
Pink energy locked my wrists. Max effort, but mind hazy, strength sapped—like sleep paralysis!
Body wouldn't respond!
"Ooh, so forceful... but in dreams, even you can't resist. Heh heh heh—not for nothing am I a succubus."
Fuck! Can't let her drain my essence like this!