Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 108

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108.

“…The Administrative Office took the Leviathan’s shed skin.”

The shop owner’s voice gradually became more subdued. To make excuses, he was also a victim. How could he know where they heard about it when they suddenly swarmed in claiming ownership rights?

“Who took what? Why, why…”

Calisia, who had been frozen like a statue, trembled her lips. Her mind went blank and her vision became distant. She was furious.

“Well-. Isn’t Leviathan the gatekeeper of the water wall? It’s a bit much to call it an accessory, but… Anyway, according to the Administrative Office, the shed skin is Academy property.”

“Then what about the monsters in the mountains and forests? The seniors sold all the meat and leather to the butcher shop!”

“They sold it all!”

It was nonsense. From what she had observed so far, Hellorun encouraged students’ self-sufficient lifestyle. But now they were extorting students’ property by bringing up petty ownership rights.

“Those are monsters, not gatekeepers.”

The shop owner made a clicking sound with his mouth. To be honest, this case was close to the Administrative Office’s unreasonable demand. But what could he do? Leviathan’s value was too high to hand over to mere students.

“No, how can that be? Anyway, Leviathan is also classified as a monster!”

“Arguing with me won’t solve anything. Besides, I’m the victim here! How much mental anguish I suffered when the Administrative Office made a fuss about me dealing with stolen goods! Good grief!”

The shop owner recalled the administrative staff who had pressured him, saying that purchasing stolen goods was grounds for expulsion from Hellorun.

“Ha… The Administrative Office. The Administrative Office, you say.”

“Luck, y let, ter, shall we wriiite?”

Izriel waved his finger that had a white gleam.

“Lucky letter? That letter thing sounds good. Hahahaha. But you know what, boss. How did those Administrative Office bastards know that Leviathan’s shed skin was here?”

“Ah, um, uh. Well- since such a precious item came in, I talked to a few people I’m close with…”

“You sold our customer information to other people?”

Hot steam began rising from Calisia’s body. Shortly after, blue flames burst from her head.

“Uh, uh! Fire! There’s a fire! Fire!”

The shop owner stamped his feet at the flames shooting up high enough to reach the ceiling. Of course, all shops in the Academy had basic protection magic. But this was Hellorun, the Empire’s pillar. There was a possibility that the shop could burn down completely.

“Uh, do something about it!”

The shop owner urgently grabbed and shook Izriel’s arm.

“I, got it.”

Izriel nodded and pushed his lips forward.

“Whooo-. Whooo-.”

Taking a deep breath, he blew air toward Calisia’s head.

“What are you doing right now!”

“Put, ting out, the fire. Hiccup!”

Izriel, reeking heavily of alcohol, now fanned with his hands. Whoosh! The flames swayed by the wind brushed against decorations on the shelf. The scale that melted instantly became molten metal and dripped down.

“…Aaagh! Get out! You crazy bastards! Get ouuut!”

The shop owner, whose anger exploded at that sight, screamed at the top of his lungs. From the administrative staff to the Academy students. These damn Hellorun people were taking turns ruining his shop.

“Tell the administrative staff clearly. COMISAE will never! Never forget this!”

Calisia, grinding her teeth, left a warning filled with indignation.

“Never forget!”

“I’ll also never! Never forget that you bastards completely burned down my shop! Get out!”

“Ah, don’t push me! I’ll leave on my own!”

The shop owner grabbed a broom and chased the two of them outside.

“And boss! Be careful with letters for a while!”

“Be c-careful!”

Driven out onto the street, they hurled a sharp warning at the shop owner.

“Ah, I was hoping to drink some expensive alcohol with coins.”

Izriel stretched lazily and clicked his tongue with apparent regret.

“The wine in the club room is decent enough… but I prefer old whiskey, you see.”

Then he rattled off his alcohol preferences without being asked.

“Hey. Why are you suddenly acting so friendly?”

Calisia, who had been listening quietly, stopped walking. Until recently, this guy had been talking about killing her or not. But now he was treating her with a strangely casual attitude.

“Well. You’re less annoying to me now?”

Izriel tilted his head back briefly and answered in a strange tone. To him, Calisia had been like a small animal left on the roadside. The kind of existence that made you wonder if it might harm people, but also worry that it might suffer misfortune instead. However, the situation was a bit different now.

“What?”

“You seem to have drunk the Young Imugi wine well. Judging by how the gap between soul and body has healed nicely.”

A faint silver light flickered in Izriel’s eyes before immediately fading.

“Congratulations. Evil spirit. No, just spirit.”

Now, even if the Pope came, he could ensure Calisia’s safety.

***

“What do you mean, split one egg into three meals!”

On a peaceful afternoon, a loud scream echoed through the Comisae club room. The culprit of the commotion was Balak, who had received his lunch.

“Captain!”

He was horrified to see a boiled egg split into exactly three equal parts.

“If you don’t like it, go to the student cafeteria and eat heartily.”

Calisia, sprawled on the sofa, muttered with dead fish eyes. With the Leviathan’s shed skin stolen, coins were more important than anything else. In other words, they needed to save on household expenses.

“Even so, isn’t this too much? This is abuse of authority!”

Balak defiantly stuffed the egg into his mouth in one bite.

“Oh ho. So you’ll skip two meals?”

Calisia raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘suit yourself.’

“The student cafeteria isn’t bad either. The taste is disgusting but it’s rich in mana. And Titan, didn’t you say you were practicing sword aura? You must be lacking in mana?”

Ian subtly came to Calisia’s defense.

“…”

The other team members glared daggers at Ian for his sycophantic behavior. It roughly meant ‘what a captain’s lackey.’

“What’s the point of mana nutritional food when you can’t even eat it? And Balak is right. Making us survive three meals with one egg. Valus, do you think you’re some corrupt official squeezing the blood from the people?”

Raktar spoke for the team members’ hearts. He scolded her, saying that if Calisia had been his retainer, he would have dismissed her from office immediately.

“Yeah. As the 3rd prince, you don’t have authority to appoint officials. And right now, you guys are the ones sucking the lifeblood out of the club’s finances.”

Calisia got up from the sofa and pointed at each team member with her finger. Thus began her coin hysteria.

“Cut the sausage into twelve pieces? I’d rather just say I don’t want to give it to you!”

Balak let out a hollow laugh as he looked at the sausage sliced thinner than silk.

“Yeah. I don’t want to give it to you.”

Calisia, buried in the sofa, replied without an ounce of sincerity.

“And Izriel. From now on, this is your personal drinking cup.”

She held out a thin dropper that would be used in alchemy classes. From now on, wine would be three drops a day, she said.

“Ha, rue wine wa, ain three drops, ul eun neo, muuhaeae…”

“Too much? The ones being too much are those guys from the administrative office. And hey kids. Do you know how much you guys eat in a day? Do you know how many coins that would be if we sold it?”

The COMISAE team members covered their ears as if they were utterly sick of it. They had been hearing that sound for over a week already.

“I can’t stand it anymore! We just need to earn some damn coins!”

And the first one to explode was Balak.

“1000 coins! Let’s do this.”

A few days later, he placed a piece of parchment on the table with a determined expression. It was a notice from the Servants’ Labor Union for replacing mirrors in the annex building.

***

On a dark night where even moonlight had vanished, five pairs of feet walked stealthily through the corridor. It was COMISAE out on a preliminary survey for the mirror replacement.

-No matter how hungry you are, there are other things to eat.

The haunted mirror – Raktar’s stance was firmly opposed. But…

-You know what’s scarier than ghosts? Famine. Do you guys know what famine is?

-Valus. It might not be a ghost but a curse or ambush. First, let’s cast protection magic…

-Th, then let’s leave for the land of illusion magic right noooow!

-There are various knights in the world. And among them, there are blind knights too. But listen. There’s not a single knight! Not a single knight without muscles. If I only eat one egg a day, all my muscles will waste away.

One guy crazy about coins, one lackey of the boss, one alcoholic, one guy obsessed with muscles. They couldn’t beat the majority vote.

Creak-

Calisia, who had reached the 5th floor bathroom, carefully opened the door.

“Do we really have to do this?”

At that moment, Raktar grabbed her wrist. With a face that really showed he didn’t want to do this.

“I’m the one looking at the mirror, so why are you making a fuss? And last time you said it was just a false rumor.”

“There’s such a thing as ‘what if.’ Besides, the ominous energy might transfer over.”

Calisia’s expression changed ambiguously for a moment. It seemed like the phrase ‘to me’ was omitted from the end of his words.

“Wow-. How can our 3rd Prince have such deep concern for his people? Hey guys. Cover His Highness’s eyes. He says it’s scary.”

“Your, Highness. I, I can’t see!”

Izriel giggled and covered Raktar’s eyes with both hands.

“What are you doing!”

Raktar was startled by the hands embracing him from behind.

“Ugh… If anything happens, I’ll signal, so everyone wait outside.”

Calisia clicked her tongue at the unresponsive team members.

“Signal immediately.”

At that moment, a low, subdued voice brushed past her ear. It was Ian. Unable to hide his worry, he furrowed his brow deeply.

“I get it, so you relax your expression too. You’ll get wrinkles.”

She pressed down firmly between Ian’s eyebrows and then turned away. It was time to reveal the truth about ‘That Mirror’.

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