She lay there for another long moment, gathering her strength.

Then, slowly, painfully, she rolled onto her side.

Her massive breasts squished against the ground, the torn neckline of her robes gaping further. She didn't care. Modesty was the least of her concerns.

She pushed herself up to her hands and knees, breathing hard.

"Come on, Olivia," she whispered to herself. "You didn't survive all that just to die in the dirt outside town."

With tremendous effort, she stood. Her legs shook. Her whole body ached. She was covered in mud, her hair was a disaster, and she probably smelled like crocodile breath.

But she was alive.

And she was here.

Olivia looked toward the town—small, quiet, seemingly peaceful despite the ominous Tower looming in the distance.

"Someone here needs healing," she said firmly, trying to rebuild her conviction. "That's why I was sent. That has to be why."

Even if her sister had lied about everything else, surely there were people here who needed help. A town this close to a dungeon? There had to be injured hunters, sick villagers, people suffering.

She could help them.

That's what she did.

That's all she wanted to do.

Olivia took one shaky step forward. Then another.

Her foot caught on a rock.

"Wah—!"

She face-planted again.

THUD.

"...ow."

From somewhere nearby, a crow cawed. It sounded distinctly like laughter.

Olivia lay there, face in the dirt, and made a decision.

"I'm just going to... stay here for a minute," she mumbled into the ground. "Just... a minute..."

Her exhausted body had other ideas.

Within seconds, she was asleep, passed out cold at the very edge of Millbrook Town, looking like a disaster victim rather than a holy priestess.

Zzz-zz

Viktor stood approximately twenty meters away, his mouth twitching as he processed the scene before him.

A woman. Face-down. Unconscious. Legs spread in what could only be described as the most compromising position imaginable.

Her thick, round ass was pointed upward, the white priestess robes hiked up from her tumble, revealing a significant portion of her pale thighs.

The fabric had torn and bunched, digging into her ass crack, outlining each cheek with obscene clarity. He could see the edge of her white cotton panties—pristine except for some dirt—peeking out from beneath the displaced robe.

Her legs were spread in a V-shape, flat against the forest floor.

It looked like an invitation. Like she was presenting herself for mating press right there in the middle of the forest.

Viktor's eye twitched.

'Is this... is this some kind of test?' he thought, forcing his gaze away from her exposed lower half.

He turned slightly toward Rusty, who had been following his instructions to track the priestess's arrival but remain hidden and silent.

The purple slime blob pulsed quietly beside a tree, its eye-spots focused on the unconscious woman.

Viktor had specifically told his slime to lay low from now on—no more roars, no more attracting attention.

And Rusty had done exactly that, tracking this woman's location till here.

'At least someone follows orders properly,' Viktor thought with mild satisfaction.

He took a breath, composing himself. Then stepped forward, clearing his throat loudly.

"Ahem." His voice carried through the quiet forest. "You must be the priestess from the monastery."

GASP.

The woman's body jolted like she'd been electrocuted.

"Wah—?!"

She scrambled up so fast she nearly face-planted again, her arms and legs flailing wildly. Her massive breasts bounced violently beneath the torn robes, threatening to spill out entirely from the damaged neckline.

She spun around, blonde hair whipping across her face. Twigs and leaves flew everywhere.

Her golden eyes—wide, bright, innocent—locked onto Viktor.

"Indeed, I am!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with sudden energy and relief. "You must be the person my sister told me about!"

Before Viktor could respond or even process her assumption, the woman *sprinted* toward him.

'Wait, she's coming at me full speed—'

*WHOOSH.*

She closed the twenty-meter distance in seconds, arriving in front of him with the enthusiasm of an over-excited puppy.

Then she grabbed his hand.

Both of her soft, small hands clasped around his larger one, holding it between them right at chest level.

Which meant her absolutely massive, pillow-soft breasts were now squishing against their joined hands.

"Tell me how I can help you!" Olivia said earnestly, her golden eyes shining with genuine eagerness and innocence.

Viktor blinked.

He looked down at their hands—her soft, milky-white skin against his rougher, more firm fingers. Her breasts, barely contained by the torn priestess robes, were pressing against his knuckles. He could feel their weight, their warmth, their softness.

Her body was bruised—he could see purple marks on her arms, scratches on her exposed shoulders, dirt smeared across her cleavage.

But her eyes showed the survival instinct of a snail.

She was inside a forest in front of the world's most dangerous animal—a man—being a woman while holding him, oblivious to anything else.

'Is she stupid?' Viktor thought incredulously.

**[No, it's simply that you are too perverted.]**

The System's response appeared in his vision, the text somehow managing to convey judgment.

'...'

Viktor's mouth opened, then closed. He had no comeback to that.

He looked at Olivia again—really looked at her. Her expression was completely genuine. No seduction. No hidden agenda. Just pure, naive eagerness to help her fall for him.

And she was looking at him like he was her salvation.

"You..." Viktor started slowly, gently extracting his hand from her grip. "How long have you been traveling?"

"Five days!" Olivia said brightly, seemingly oblivious to how awful she looked. "Well, technically four and a half days. The carriage broke down, so I had to walk. Then I fell down a cliff. Then a crocodile chased me. But I made it!"

She said this with the same tone someone might use to describe a mildly inconvenient shopping trip.

Viktor's eyebrow raised. "A crocodile."

'Where did she even get a crocodile here? Is there a water source nearby?', Viktor looked confused for a moment, as indeed there were lakes and places here that had wild animals, but if he could recall correctly, having a water source here could be worthwhile for a village that sustained itself on well water.

"Yes! A very large one." Olivia nodded enthusiastically, her breasts bouncing with the motion. "I healed it to escape. I think it was very happy afterward."

"You... healed... the crocodile that was trying to eat you."

Viktor had never seen a woman like her who seemed too naive, too sheltered, active, and energetic that simply felt confusing to begin with. But again, most probably this woman was from a monastery and must have lived always within the boundaries of that place.

"I only know healing magic," Olivia explained earnestly. "So I made it feel so good it got confused and let me run away."

Viktor stared at her.

This woman was either a genius or the most dangerously naive person he'd ever met.

He was tempted to get a priestess for himself, 100 times her ability was phenomenal, but such naivety; wouldn't she be more dangerous to be in his team if a battle occurs?

'Sigh, she has a sister?" Viktor said carefully, trying to get some info from her. As an insider, she might know something, but he highly doubted anyone would tell this woman something crucial to begin with. "And your sister, did she tell you what monastery is trying to find here in the countryside?"

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