Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 105

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105.

Calisia and Izriel walked through the forest, groaning as they carried what looked like a log on their shoulders. They looked like soldiers undergoing cooperative training.

“Huff, ugh! What kind of skin is this heavy!”

Calisia took each step with difficulty. The identity of the massive log was rolled-up Leviathan skin. Due to its enormous size, this was only a portion they had brought.

“That’s why I said, gaah! I said we should come get it tomorrow morning with the kids.”

Sweat beaded on Izriel’s forehead. The weight was so intense it was giving him a hangover he didn’t even have.

“What if someone takes it in the meantime? Will you take responsibility?”

“Why would I? You’re the club president.”

“Don’t talk like a president. You didn’t vote for me. Ugh, oof! But why is this getting heavier!”

Calisia straightened her posture and turned her head to the side. Sure enough, the shed skin was tilting backward. It meant someone wasn’t putting in proper effort.

“Hey! Aren’t you lifting properly?”

“This is my best.”

Izriel’s shoulders drooped as if they would drag on the ground. Looking at the dark circles under his eyes from fatigue, he really did seem to be struggling.

“How is it that you, as a man, have less strength than me?”

“I’m a priest, not a paladin.”

“Even if your mouth is crooked, speak straight. You’re not a priest, you’re an Apostate.”

“You’re becoming more and more like Raktar.”

Izriel set the shed skin down on the floor. It was a declaration of strike.

“Ah, okay. Okay. We just need to go a little further. Okay?”

“Go by yourself.”

Izriel pulled out a liquor bottle from his ankle harness.

“Just how many bottles of alcohol are you carrying around? Are you running a business or something? Hey! Stop that and get up quickly!”

“I’m not getting up.”

“Get up before I smash all the wine in the club room. One, two, three…”

Calisia folded her fingers as she urged the Drunkard on.

“You, evil spirit-. Begone.”

Izriel, who had gotten up unsteadily from his spot, made the Sign of the Cross in the air.

“You begone. You! Aren’t you going to lift it quickly?”

Under the persecution of the wicked spirit, Izriel shouldered the shed skin. And then it was another tedious march.

“Fi, finally!”

How long had they walked? The two people who spotted a familiar building let out sighs of relief. It was the training ground standing alone in the forest, their club room.

“Izriel. Hold it by yourself for a moment. Let me open the door.”

“You can just reach out with one hand and open it.”

“Excuse me. Izriel Young Master. Then it would be heavy for me.”

The two glared at each other, engaging in a battle of nerves. It was a childish fight over pride.

Creak-

At that moment, a sharp-looking boy opened the training ground door and came out. Black hair damp with sweat and a thin white shirt. It was Ian, who had just finished his sword training.

“What? Soeddongi, why are you coming out of here?”

Calisia’s eyes widened in surprise.

“…That’s what I want to ask. Valus.”

Ian reached out and took the Leviathan shed skin from her. Only then did Calisia lower her hands.

“Ugh, I thought I was going to die from how heavy it was.”

She rolled her shoulder back and forth, which was beyond stiff and actually painful.

“You should have called me.”

Ian’s gaze reached her white neckline. It was because of the skin that had turned red from being pressed down by the shed skin.

“And what’s this?”

Ian leaned the rolled-up shed skin against the building wall.

“Ah, this is Leviathan skin. I went to the lake for a bit and the Leviathan happened to be shedding its skin.”

“To the lake at this hour?”

His gaze turned beyond Calisia’s shoulder. A loose, senseless face drunk on alcohol. Ian frowned as much as he could, feeling inexplicably displeased.

“Ian, heyyyy!”

Izriel waved both hands and let out a laugh.

“It’s late. Drunkards are dangerous.”

“But Soettong. Where should we sell the Leviathan shed skin? The butcher shop? We can sell this for a lot, right?”

Calisia beamed with excitement at the thought of earning coins. Her silver-purple eyelashes sparkled in the moonlight, and her slightly upturned eye corners curved like a crescent moon.

“…”

Ian’s eyes softened as well.

“Since shed skin isn’t leather or meat, it would be better to go to an alchemy shop rather than a butcher shop…”

“You should have th-thought of that be-before bringing it baaack!”

The drunkard who pushed between the two cut off Ian’s words completely.

“You still haven’t left?”

“Wouldn’t it be ni-nice if I leeft?”

“Yes. Go. Quickly, fast, immediately, swiftly, hurry up, get lost.”

Calisia forced a smile and pushed Izriel’s back roughly.

“…Wait.”

Ian, who had been watching the two’s intimate behavior, tilted his head sideways. The air had suddenly become as cold as winter frost.

“But why are you two together?”

“Huh, huh?”

Calisia unconsciously glanced at Ian and scratched her nose. What was this? This line like a wife catching her cheating husband?

“Uh, well. We happened to meet and then somehow got caught up in spirit communication together?”

“Huh, huhhh?”

At the mention of spirit communication, Izriel subtly rolled his eyes. It meant how much had she told him.

“…”

At that look, Calisia also glanced sideways.

“Ha.”

Ian let out a bitter laugh at the two people exchanging glances in front of him.

“Valus. ‘It just happened’ isn’t an accurate account of events.”

He crossed his arms and looked down at Calisia intently. His attitude suggested he’d like to see her try making excuses.

“No, it really just happened. He was standing in my path and then one thing led to another…”

Calisia, who had been struggling, trailed off completely. Wait, why am I making excuses?

“An account should contain the starting point, process, cause, and result in chronological order.”

Ian folded his fingers as he spoke precisely. He knew he was being unreasonable, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Let’s start with why you left the dormitory at this hour.”

It was because of a strange sense of disappointment.

“Soettong.”

“Why did you go to the lake? And…”

“Ian!”

Unable to listen anymore, Calisia raised her voice.

“Ha, excuse me, but are you from the Guard Unit or something?”

At her rebuke directed at him, Ian pressed his lips tightly shut. His expression was full of hurt feelings.

“Ah, fine. I’ll tell you everything. I will.”

Eventually, Calisia’s heart softened and she raised both hands in surrender.

“Let’s go inside and talk.”

Ian immediately escorted the prisoner.

***

“It’s wine.”

Ian, who had chased away Izriel with a bottle of alcohol, locked the training ground door. Sitting on the sofa, he focused on Calisia as she rambled on about various things.

“So when I opened my eyes, I was in prison. But Izriel…”

“Hyacinth.”

Ian corrected Calisia’s words. When did she see him to already be calling him Izriel?

“That clerk bastard was trying to brand my thigh with a branding iron when Izriel…”

“Hyacinth.”

Ian crossed his arms with an unusually sullen expression. To think he couldn’t even cut a rope and put the Lady in danger. It was unimaginable in the Northern Region.

“It’s because Leviathan swallowed the Cintamani! But Izriel, this bas…”

“Hyacin…”

“Fine! Hyacinth! Hyacinth! Let me speak too! Let me!”

Sick of the endless Hyacinth refrain, Calisia snapped in irritation.

“If you don’t call Hyacinth ‘Hyacinth,’ then what would you call him?”

“Right. You’re completely right.”

Calisia threw up all four limbs in defeat at Ian, who was being particularly stubborn today. Ah, I want a drink. Exhausted from the continuous verbal sparring, she picked up the Young Imugi Liquor.

“Surely I don’t have to eat the shed skin too.”

Calisia, filled with anxiety, opened the sealed gourd bottle.

“Ugh, blech!”

Calisia, who had brought her nose to the bottle opening, immediately dry heaved. It was because of the terrible stench that was completely different from its brilliant golden appearance.

“Are you okay?”

“Sm, smell this.”

Her face turned pale blue as she held out the gourd bottle to Ian. This was agony too terrible to endure alone.

“Ugh!”

Ian took the gourd bottle and covered his nose with the back of his hand. The smell of rotting orc entrails in midsummer. It was a fishy stench nauseating enough to make one sick.

“Valus. Something’s wrong with this. It seems spoiled.”

Ian held his breath and quickly set the gourd bottle down on the floor.

“No, it’s definitely spoiled.”

He looked around, trying to find a stopper to seal the bottle. Even the spirit of a Northern Region man couldn’t handle what couldn’t be handled.

“I thought this time might be a bit easier.”

Calisia picked up the gourd bottle with a tearful expression. Her stomach was already churning from the rotten smell wafting up.

‘Right. Life’s just one shot anyway. Let me close my eyes tight and drink it.’

Calisia took a deep breath. It was better to have her stomach turned upside down once than to be chased around by a man-eating Pope. Besides, reducing the gap between soul and body might make her connection with the General a bit clearer.

“Soettong, block my nose for me.”

Having made up her mind, Calisia downed the Imugi Technique in one gulp. The strong liquor, fishy beyond measure and bitter and astringent, filled her mouth completely.

“Ugh, urk.”

Calisia barely managed to swallow down the nausea that kept rising. The Imugi Technique that went down her throat became hot like a ball of fire. It was the first fierce heat she had felt since becoming aware of the Blue Flame. Unable to handle the overwhelming spiritual energy, Calisia bent her waist forward.

“Hah, urk!”

Ragged breaths burst from her mouth. Her entire body became drenched in sweat, and white smoke rose like a heat haze.

Whoooosh-!

Calisia’s body rose into the air and was enveloped in brilliant multicolored light.

“Haah…”

An indescribable feeling of exhilaration wrapped around her, and soon the light faded.

“How is it?”

Calisia, who had touched the ground again, looked at Ian with expectant eyes. A brilliant spiritual energy rippled in her red pupils.

“Hmm.”

“Why? Do you feel some kind of Sword Master aura?”

“It would be better to see for yourself.”

Ian, who was sparing with words, gently pulled Calisia’s wrist. The place he headed toward was the mirror.

“Huh?”

Calisia stood in front of the mirror and opened her mouth slightly. It was because of her own reflection in the glass. The ends of her silver-purple hair had turned black, and a small dot had appeared under her right eye.

‘…Is this me?’

It was as if Kim Yuha’s appearance had been painted over Calisia.

***

Academy North Annex 5th Floor.

At a time when midnight was approaching, polished shoe tips walked through the corridor shrouded in darkness. Academy second-year student Elia Rohan. The place she was heading to was the old bathroom located at the end of the 5th floor.

Shaaak!

Elia, standing before the broken mirror, drew her dagger from its scabbard. She bit down on the sharply gleaming blade with her teeth.

“….”

A crimson-haired girl with a sword in her mouth. Her appearance was reflected in the mirror. Tick, tick, tick-. The clock hand pointed to 12 o’clock and a faint figure began to appear in the mirror. A boy with a gentle impression and light green eyes, her future husband.

“Ah….”

Elia let out an ecstatic moan and reached toward the mirror. She caressed the boy’s cheek as if entranced. Not even noticing that her fingertips were cut by the broken glass shards and bleeding.

Thud!

Elia, who had been stroking the mirror until the boy’s figure became blurred, lost consciousness and collapsed. Only the mirror covered in blood still stood in that place.

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