Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 578 - Chapter 578 Chapter 521 The Curse of Immortality (Combined)_2

Chapter 578: Chapter 521: The Curse of Immortality (Combined)_2 Chapter 578: Chapter 521: The Curse of Immortality (Combined)_2 “Only with your trust can I properly handle the corresponding public relations crisis, and moreover, this…”

“Enough, no more talk.” Ai Asami cut off the man’s words.

“Everyone leave, I’m tired, and I don’t want to see anyone.”

A long silence followed.

Click.

The door opened, and Roger turned around to see a plain-looking middle-aged man with a grim expression on his face walking out. He waved his hand, “Everyone leave this place!”

A female assistant hurried over, but before she could open her mouth, she heard a suppressed roar, “What are you all standing around for? Leave immediately!”

“Everyone!”

Amidst the pandemonium, the staff gradually withdrew. Before leaving, the middle-aged man approached Roger and Higurashi Chika.

“I don’t care where you doctors are from, Ai has the potential to become the hottest actress in Sunrise for the next decade. Do you understand what you’re doing?”

The man stared at Roger with a piercing gaze.

“Actress, huh.”

She’s a movie star, not one of those messy…

After everyone left, the room fell silent. Then a voice came through the crack in the door.

“Have they all left?”

Immediately after, the door opened, revealing a face full of seductiveness.

Roger had to admit there was a beauty that photos couldn’t replicate–no, a charm.

The magazine cover had retouched the features of this woman but at the same time, the photo editing had stripped away some of the unique charms that her real face possessed.

This was a woman whose charm surpassed what any beautification in photos could achieve.

For some reason, Roger was reminded of another individual he had encountered in Armenia, the woman with Night Demon lineage.

“I’m sorry, Miss Higurashi Chika.”

As Roger had imagined, Ai was wearing a loose piece of loungewear, likely without anything underneath, the broad gown stretching from her neck to her knees.

Hers were the stark legs and feet that peeked out.

When she bent over to apologize, she revealed a bit too much.

It wasn’t that Roger was deliberately trying to look.

It was just that some things lay before him, and it would seem rather odd to deliberately avoid them.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked.

“No need.”

Higurashi Chika replied, and hearing her words, Ai’s gaze fell onto Roger.

“This gentleman…”

“He’s my assistant, Roger.”

Higurashi Chika didn’t continue with small talk but instead went straight to the point, “You have plenty of time; you didn’t need to come to me now.”

“I know.”

Ai walked barefoot across the carpet, then poured two glasses of water for them.

He rubbed his hair, looking extremely irritated.

“I’m fed up with my past life, so I want to start over for real.” He fixed his eyes on Higurashi Chika’s eyes.

“Miss Higurashi Chika, can you completely remove it from me?”

Roger was confused by what he heard, but he could still roughly guess that there was something hidden within the woman.

Possibly an Evil Spirit, or maybe a Monster.

Higurashi Chika straightened up, “I’m not sure I can do it. That thing has been attached to your body for too long, I’m not certain.”

“If it were decades ago and someone else had dealt with it…”

“Someone else?”

Ai gave a bitter smile, “Of all the people I’ve met over the years, only two have been willing to help me.”

“I’m not a Monster, I am human, just like you.”

She clenched her fists.

“I just ate something I shouldn’t have. But can I be blamed for that?”

“How many people died in the famine in Kumamoto Prefecture back then? People ate anything at that time: roots, wild vegetables, even people.”

“We were just trying to survive!”

“Why was it that others had no problems after eating it, but it was only me!”

Ai’s face twisted in a grimace as if she were recalling something dreadful.

Being a top actress is an incredibly tough job, with endless appearances and shows, a completely disrupted schedule, and hardly any way to maintain one’s skin.

But Ai was clearly an exception, her eyes were nearly wrinkle-free even as she made a troubled expression.

However, compared to the wrinkles at the corner of Ai Asami’s eyes, Roger was clearly more concerned about something else.

The famine in Kumamoto Prefecture.

He had briefly learned about some of Sunrise’s history; if he recalled correctly, this disaster should have erupted in the last century, meaning about seventy to eighty years ago.

So, this woman…

Roger scrutinized Ai Asami carefully.

No matter how one looked at it, she really seemed just an ordinary person.

Indeed, modern technology could to some extent delay aging.

But for an old woman in her eighties or nineties to have the skin and body of an eighteen-year-old girl was obviously defying common sense.

There’s an old saying in the East: “When something’s abnormal, there must be monsters at play.”

Higurashi Chika nodded, “This is your curse, but it is also because of this reason that your body has been able to maintain its current state throughout the migration of nearly a century.”

“Even I am unable to achieve such a thing.”

“Heh.” Ai Asami scoffed coldly.

“Is this supposed to be a blessing?”

“Perhaps.”

She sighed, eyeing Higurashi Chika’s delicate face attentively.

“Miss Higurashi, I can only say that you were born in a wonderful era. In times of chaos, beauty is often a sin!”

She covered her face with her hands.

“Put an end to all this.”

“I want to experience a normal, complete life, even have a child of my own, to find a man who truly loves me.”

“Not those filthy-minded fools who only think about toppling me over!”

Higurashi Chika looked at Ai Asami, “Alright, I’m willing to give it a try.”

“Actually, for this sort of thing, you should seek an Onmyoji who is more adept.”

“No, there’s no need, I only trust you.”

Ai Asami interrupted Higurashi Chika’s words.

Higurashi Chika nodded and opened the briefcase placed on the table, “Take off your clothes.”

She rummaged through the case and began to speak: “I must remind you, once the item is removed and the curse is broken, you will also lose the ability to retain everlasting youth.”

Ai Asami, without any hesitation, grabbed the collar of her clothes, unfastening the top two buttons, and with a gentle shake of her shoulders, the loose clothing slid off her body.

“I am willing.”

Like her face, her body was young and full of vitality, without an ounce of excess fat. Her tall frame, to some extent, was more akin to that of a Western woman.

Roger watched as Higurashi Chika produced several unknown herbs and a black ceramic jar.

Roger opened his mouth, wanting to ask if there was anything he could do to help at this moment but thought better of it, realizing the question might be somewhat out of place at this time.

Just think about that scene.

A naked woman standing in the centre of the room, then a man approaches, asking if she needs any help.

Heh…

“How do you plan to help me?”

Could one really expect to be asked such a question in this situation?

But merely standing by idly didn’t seem right either. After considering for a moment, Roger slowly backed away and then walked to the door to lock it.

Yes, he congratulated himself on his cleverness.

“What are you doing standing at the door, come over here and help!”

The voice of Higurashi Chika came from not far away.

Roger turned around and saw that Higurashi Chika had already moved the living room sofa aside, clearing a large space on the floor.

Roger was somewhat surprised. Easterners are much more reserved than Westerners, and Higurashi Chika was a young woman; Roger had thought she would ask him to leave.

But it seemed he had underestimated her seriousness.

“What a qualified teacher.”

How could verbal instruction compare with practical demonstration?

Roger quickly stepped forward, “What do you need me to do?”

“You do as I say, sort the herbs according to my instructions, crush them, and then blend them together.”

Higurashi Chika spoke rapidly, directing Roger while walking to where Ai Asami was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

“I’m going to start.”

A small knife, about thirty centimetres long, appeared in her hand; with a flick of her wrist, a cut appeared on Ai Asami’s forehead, blood flowing from the wound.

It might have been an illusion, but Roger thought that at the moment the cut appeared on Ai Asami’s face, another wrinkle seemed to form at the corner of her eye.