Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 10

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10.

“Oh! The young lady is here!”

“Young Master! Over there!”

The Northern Knights who had been running exercises under the blazing sun stopped with delight. It was because of Lady Valus, who had been passionately courting the Young Master for the past few days.

“Do it with me!”

“I’ll wait at the Northern Castle!”

The girl, pretty as a wax doll, came to the Separate Palace every day to confess her feelings. Though the shy Young Master responded by closing his window instead.

“Young Master! How fortunate for you.”

“Our Young Master has grown up now. All grown up.”

Swoosh-!

Ian ignored the young knights’ mischievous teasing and silently swung his sword. Every time he thrust and struck through the air, the contract Calisia had presented came to mind.

1. Party A, Calisia, will cooperate to the fullest to eliminate Party B Ian’s Ghost Gate Observation.

2. Party B, Ian, will allow ghost possession for up to three hours daily to awaken Party A Calisia’s special ability.

3. Party A, Calisia, will teach Party B Ian several protective arts to ward off malevolent spirits.

4. Party B, Ian, will teach Party A Calisia how to handle special abilities.

5. Both Party A and Party B must keep confidential any information learned about the other party during contract fulfillment.

Door cracks, window frames, under pillows, and so on-.

She shoved the contract wherever there was a gap. To the point where it was impossible not to see it.

“….”

Ghost Gate Observation. Calisia had defined his condition with a term he’d never heard before. While mentioning treatment, no less.

Was this a trustworthy proposal? Or was it merely a scheme to grab his weakness and shake him with it?

Swoosh-!

The sword, as heavy as his thoughts, cut through the wind. Vivid golden traces were carved wherever the blade passed.

Whee-!

Just then, a cheerful whistling sound came from the far end of the training ground. Ian didn’t bother to turn around. It was obvious whose doing it was.

“A sound mind dwells in a sound body!”

As expected, the voice didn’t disappoint his expectations.

“Keep it up! Your physique is perfect!”

Calisia clapped and cheered for Ian’s physical health. Because ghosts couldn’t easily harm those whose body and mind were upright.

“Wahaha!”

“Young Master! Did you hear that? She said physique! Physique!”

“You’ll have to train hard for that solid physique!”

The knights clutched their stomachs and burst into laughter. They were absorbed in making jokes about biceps and triceps. As if running exercises were the last thing on their minds.

Clang-!

Ian, whose concentration had been broken, finally threw his sword to the ground.

“Run again.”

A voice colder than Northern winters fell upon the knights.

***

After finishing training and returning to his bedroom, Ian shook off his shoulders vigorously. White salt grains scattered through the air and fell to the floor.

Lately, Ian’s daily routine was no different from a salt-cured mackerel. It was because of Calisia, who sprinkled salt on him whenever they met.

“When a woman holds a grudge, frost falls even in early summer.”

The Northern Knights called the current situation love and war. They said the young lady’s affection had turned into deep hatred due to the prolonged cold treatment.

But in reality, it was merely an attempt to drive away ghosts.

Swoosh!

“Hey. Did you go somewhere strange? There’s a gambler ghost following you around.”

Swoosh!

“Ugh. Where did you pick up such a nasty thing again? Where’s the salt? Salt!”

Swoosh!

“Now even a beast ghost. Where exactly do you wander around all day?”

Ian, who had been thinking repeatedly, slowly rolled his tongue. He had the illusion of tasting salt in his mouth. It was an annoying and unpleasant sensation.

Calisia’s eccentric behavior was persistent. But it was also he who had let her act as she pleased.

Because there was no falsehood in what Calisia said.

-You really have ghosts attached to you. If you can’t believe it, fill a teacup halfway with salt and place it around your bed. It’ll be burnt black the next day.

Would Calisia show him the truth this time too? Ian picked up the teacup on the table with a slightly stiff expression.

“…It’s burnt.”

The salt that had definitely been white until last night was burnt black.

***

That evening.

“I’ll make the contract, so stop following me around.”

Ian, who had visited the Northern Castle, thrust the contract in front of Calisia. Seeing the signature written in neat block letters, she let out a sly laugh.

-Miss. You look too despicable.

-How can someone look so cunning.

Isaac and Deorik, who had approached from the side, shook their heads.

“It’s real, right? No take-backs.”

Regardless, Calisia almost snatched the contract away. She quickly signed it, afraid Ian might change his mind.

“Well, now that we’ve made the contract. Shall we get to know each other a bit more deeply?”

Clap!

Calisia clapped her hands to change the atmosphere.

“First, let me tell you my story….”

Trailing off her words, she opened the curtain of the world’s most unfortunate competition. It was a calculation to ask him to look at her situation first since hers was more urgent and pitiful.

“Cunning people like to embellish the words on their tongues. That’s my favorite maxim.”

But Ian, who had been standing blankly, cut off her words, saying he detested pointless talk. He hadn’t come to the Duke’s Daughter’s Bedroom at this hour just to listen to sob stories.

“Hmm, well… being direct is good. Then clause 2 is executable right now, isn’t it?”

Calisia, who had completely changed her expression, grabbed Ian’s arm and pulled him. The destination was the soft bed draped with black curtains.

“Just think of it as sleeping and lie down comfortably.”

Calisia, who had patted the bed, smiled while raising her eyebrows. Conversely, Ian’s face became noticeably sour.

He glared at the bed as if he had encountered a mortal enemy.

“….”

Silver thread lace hanging long below the floor, silk blankets embroidered with gorgeous patterns, and even the sweet fragrance wafting gently.

The bed before his eyes was unmistakably that of a noble lady.

In other words,

A woman’s.

Ian, whose ear tips had reddened, looked back and forth between the bed and Calisia.

“It smells.”

Ian, who had kept his mouth shut for a long time, spat out a short remark. The embarrassingly sweet fragrance had disturbed his peace of mind.

“Smell? I don’t smell anything.”

“It does.”

“Then just bear with it somehow. Plug your nose or something.”

Calisia dismissed Ian’s protest with an indifferent tone. Then she grabbed the shoulders of the immovable him and pushed him roughly toward the bed.

“…You!”

Flustered Ian roughly grabbed Calisia’s wrist. Her slender body swayed forward from the fierce grip.

The dress fluttering here and there and her hair swaying. A thin crack appeared in Ian’s brow. It was because the damned fragrance hit his nose.

“…Step back.”

Ian, his neck area turning bright red, roughly threw off Calisia’s wrist.

“I’m going to lie down, so back off.”

Ian turned his back as if he didn’t want to say another word. Then he lay down on the bed in a somewhat stiff posture.

“What, are you getting into a coffin? Relax your body a bit.”

Seeing his body stiff as a corpse, Calisia shook her head back and forth.

“Now close your eyes.”

Calisia, who had been coaxing and soothing Ian, raised her hand to cover his eyes.

“Now, it’s your turn, old man.”

At Calisia’s call, the Previous Head of House stood by the bedside. He looked down at Ian with a strangely excited expression.

Though he had wandered this world for quite a long time, this was his first time possessing a living person’s body.

Moreover, his first attempt would be the body of someone from House Rakies who possessed a Light Ability. How could he not be curious?

“Now think of just one thing. You want that body. You want to take over what’s inside.”

Calisia, giving off a somehow sinister atmosphere, whispered in Deorik’s ear.

“That firm and beautiful flesh with hot blood flowing through it!”

Embarrassing words continued. Ian frowned like someone having a terrible nightmare.

-…Miss. But didn’t you say that stealing someone’s body accumulates karma?

Isaac, who had quietly approached, interjected.

“It’s fine.”

Calisia gave a half-hearted answer and waved her hand dismissively for him to get lost.

-You definitely said last time that accumulating karma means being reborn as a pig or dog…

“I said it’s fine. It’s not my karma.”

Isaac was speechless at such a truly shameless and cunning answer. In fact, high-ranking souls like Deorik wouldn’t easily lose their reason or suffer damage from just a few possessions.

But Isaac, unaware of this, watched Calisia stick close to Deorik’s side encouraging the possession and thought of one word.

Thug.

“Now, old man. Feel like you’re being sucked in somehow… Oh! You’re in!”

Calisia, who had been listing easy ways to possess, raised both hands high.

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