Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 102

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102.

A gong and Divine Blade, along with a simple ritual table set up to complete the arrangement. At dawn when the hour of the ox was nearly over, Calisia stood before the Tree Ghost dressed in full shaman robes. An evil spirit that had grown in size using the silence of divine spirits and supernatural beings as a weapon. Ghostly energy swirled around the Sacred Village Tree like a hazy mist.

“Disciple. Do you see those white thread-like things tied around the necks of those spirits?”

Calisia pointed to the evil spirits hanging limply from the tree. Their blackened, rotted eyes stared piercingly at her and Izriel.

-Let’s chew human flesh piece by piece no no let’s just swallow them bones and all where should we taste first head hair legs arms arms head

Some were already sticking out their tongues long, licking the air thickly. They were desperate to taste blood.

“If we cut those, the souls will be freed, right?”

Izriel, who had been curiously looking at the food placed on the ritual table, looked up at the Sacred Village Tree.

“Are you planning to destroy the tree?”

“Yes.”

Calisia picked up the gong. The threads clinging to the evil spirits like spider webs were ultimately the Tree Ghost itself.

“If we eliminate the Tree Ghost, they will be free.”

Then they’ll follow the path we’ve laid out for them. To devour the body of the fake shaman who came begging to find Heoju. Calisia’s eyes sank endlessly into the darkness.

***

Hair combed with camellia oil, white powder, and deep red rouge. Myeonghyeon, who had dressed up beautifully unlike usual, raised both arms up. The gorgeous shaman robes embroidered with flowers – it had been such a long time.

“Could you please raise your arms a little higher?”

The court maid helping with the clothes trembled. The powder applied thickly like a child’s prank and makeup red as blood. On top of that, eyes rolled back white and yellow teeth. It was quite a grotesque sight.

“On such a good day, why are you… Kh, ahem! Trem… bling! Un, lucky wretch!”

Smack!

Myeonghyeon made a metallic sound and struck down hard at the hand in front of her. The startled court maid quickly bowed her head.

“Hmm… Is it finished?”

Just then, a familiar voice was heard from beyond the threshold. It was the Clerk.

“Hur, ry up and dress me, what are you daw, dling for!”

At Myeonghyeon’s anger, the court maid’s hands moved busily. After a moment, Myeonghyeon, fully dressed, stepped outside.

“…Everything you mentioned has been prepared.”

The Clerk, startled by the heavy makeup, extended his hand forward. An altar with fruits and rice cakes stacked in layers. And a plump pig. A lavish ritual altar was spread out in the depths of the government office.

“Then, shall we begin?”

Myeonghyeon grasped the brass bell and spirit bell in her hands.

***

“Eastern Blue Emperor’s Messenger, Southern Red Emperor’s Messenger, Western White Emperor’s Messenger, Northern Black Emperor’s Messenger!”

Calisia struck the gong while circling around the Sacred Village Tree. Clang! Claaang! Clang! Claaang! The sharp brass sound pierced the ears of the vengeful spirits.

-Let’s tear that shaman girl to pieces and hang her on the tree hurry hurry hang her

The vengeful spirits writhed in agony and let out ghostly wails. Ghostly energy poured endlessly from between their blackened, rotted gums.

“Five Direction Generals, Five Direction Divine Warriors, when judging the various hells of each place, Mountain Hell!”

Red blood flowed steadily from Calisia’s ears and nose. It was because she had single-handedly received the spiritual energy of the evil spirits.

-Lowly shaman wench doesn’t know her place and acts wildly let’s tear that mouth and pull out her tongue so she can never flap her lips again pull out her tongue pull out her tongue

Blade-sharp fingernails grazed Calisia’s cheek. A crack formed on her tender skin and blood droplets soon beaded up.

“Izriel!”

Calisia threw aside the gong and snatched up the Divine Blade lying on the floor.

“Pantokar tor heilo-.”

[Almighty Helaishi.]

Izriel knelt down and placed his hand on his chest. Drawing up his holy power, he offered a Blessing and Protection Prayer.

“Ekenos poneria baito hinai unatos helema domia.”

[Grant us strong will so we may not be tainted by their evil-.]

Soon after, white light began to illuminate the darkness.

“Ekenos kotenia selapoa hinai ptos pserio enakalima.”

[Embrace the pitiful souls so they may not be harmed by their malice-.]

Calisia wiped her nose and cheek with the back of her hand. She could feel the flowing blood gradually stopping at the sound of the prayer.

“General. I’m going.”

Using Izriel’s prayer as a shield, Calisia gripped the Divine Blade firmly.

“Uaaaaaaah!”

Calisia put strength into her heels and leaped high forward. Her shaman robes fluttered and the Divine Blade glowed blue in the moonlight.

“Auto annosier pserio katenpio teko emnos hyrasios.”

[Thus protect the lamb standing before the evil spirits.]

The Divine Blade imbued with divine energy struck deep into the tree’s trunk. Then, blue and white light burst like lightning and a terrible Ghostly Wail echoed out.

-Kiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaiaaaa!

Meanwhile-.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Possession Ritual began and festive shamanic music filled the Government Office.

“Yao, Shun, Yu, Tang, King Wen, King Wu, Duke of Zhou, Duke Guo, Master Zhou Yi, Shao Kangjie…!”

The musicians played their instruments, and the female shamans chanted scriptures while calling for divine possession.

“He comes! He comes! The Tree Spirit comes! Does he descend from heaven! Does he come treading the earth!”

Myeonghyeon limped around the ritual altar with her melted and shriveled legs. It was a labored dance unlike the lively, fast rhythm.

“…How could she possibly receive a spirit like that.”

The Magistrate watching this showed his displeasure. What could she possibly do with such a body.

“Tsk.”

The Magistrate clicked his tongue and turned his head. If not for the Tiger Official, he would have thrown her out immediately.

“Please wait just a little longer. We have a precious item received from the Bonghasan Shaman, so there will be news soon.”

The Clerk bowed his waist and fawned with a sly voice.

“Come forth! Come forth! This unworthy disciple offers her body, so descend without hesitation! Eoheoyi!”

Myeonghyeon, gritting her teeth, shook the brass bell and fan as she leaped up from her seat. Though it was merely bending her knees slightly and straightening them.

[Kiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!]

In an instant, a terrible ghostly wail struck down into Myeonghyeon’s mind like lightning.

“Come forth! Come forth! Come down the rope… Kiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaa!”

At the same time, a loud scream burst from Myeonghyeon’s mouth. She snapped her head back with a sharp motion and stared at the Magistrate.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Myeonghyeon’s two legs kicked the ground vigorously.

“The Tree Spirit! The Tree Spirit has descended!”

The Clerk made a fuss as he watched Myeonghyeon leap high from her seat.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The brass bell and fan shook frantically as Myeonghyeon’s body rose high as if touching the sky.

“Magistrate, sir! Look at that! The Tree Spirit is magnificent… Sir! What’s wrong with you! Sir!”

“…Th-that!”

The Magistrate’s body convulsed as if trembling like an aspen tree. He pointed somewhere with his shaking, trembling hand.

-Hopskipandjumpkekekecomequicklyquicklyquicklyweareherdivinespiritkekekekeke!

The evil spirits hanging on the Sacred Village Tree grabbed Myeonghyeon’s hair and shook her. A ghost with gouged-out eyes, a ghost with torn limbs and dangling flesh, a ghost with a broken neck crawling on the floor, a ghost with peeled skin covered in blood… All sorts of things clung to Myeonghyeon’s body and cackled.

“Urgh, gaaah!”

The Magistrate and Myeonghyeon simultaneously foamed at the mouth and collapsed.

***

“…Prayer is killer.”

Calisia, who had annihilated the Tree Ghost, sprawled out spread-eagle on the dirt ground. Though she didn’t particularly like praising someone else’s divine power, it was the truth.

“Want to convert now? Hellasin’s embrace is open to everyone. Sister.”

Izriel made the sign of the cross with a playful smile.

“No way. Go back. I have no intention of converting. Don’t proselytize.”

“Why? Speaking of Hellasin, in Arkea…”

“Aaaaaaaah-. I can’t hear you. No proselytizing. Aaaaaaaah-.”

Calisia covered her ears.

[Keyword Fulfilled]

Boom!

Snap!

Just then, drum sounds echoed from the sky and a scroll banner unfurled. Myeonghyeon, who had collapsed as if dying young, had finally become half-dead.

Flash!

Calisia’s vision turned white and the Vision began to form in billowing clouds.

“… Kee, keek! Kee, keeek!”

Myeonghyeon lay in the cold small room, drooling as she let out bizarre moans. Dozens of Vengeful Spirits were gnawing and chewing on her emaciated body.

“…”

Myeonghyeon’s soul, with not a single piece of flesh remaining, trembled in the cold and crumbled away. It was the ugly end of the wicked Shaman.

[ Chapter 3: The People Trapped in Clay Jars ]

The Magistrate blinded by ambition and the wicked Shaman have fallen, and the Government Office has been turned upside down. However, the resentment of the people used as materials for Protective Arts still remains…

Callisia’s expression twisted strangely. Why am I delivering lines like a loyal retainer being unjustly tortured? Oh, don’t tell me….

“Hah! You’re going to deny it? Fine!”

The Clerk, grinding his teeth in frustration, signaled to the Government Soldiers with his eyes.

“Yes!”

The Government Soldiers picked up the wooden clubs that had been placed on the floor.

“Uh… Wait a moment. Are you planning to torture us with those?”

What seemed impossible was becoming reality. Calisia’s mouth fell slightly open. A deadly curse, possession in a romance novel, spirit communication, and now even torture on top of it all. This hellish reality was unbelievable.

“Uh, uh…?”

The Government Soldiers shoved wooden rods between the prisoners’ legs.

“Pris-!”

The Clerk parted his lips.

“Pris…?”

Calisia, grasping at a thread of hope, stared desperately at his lips.

“Prisoners, begin the leg torture!”

The Clerk, abandoning all expectations, bulged the veins in his neck.

“We shall begin the leg torture!”

The Government Soldiers mercilessly twisted the prisoners’ legs.

“Kyaaaaaaah!”

“Aaaaaaaah!”

Calisia and Izriel screamed so loudly that their cries echoed throughout the prison cell.

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