Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 109

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109.

The Annex Bathroom was quite clean, contrary to its designation as an abandoned place. Places that haven’t been touched by human hands for a long time usually have ghostly energy seeping into them.

‘No ghostly energy or ghost scent. Could it be Illusion Magic or Black Magic like the kids said?’

Calisia, who had been carefully examining her surroundings, drew the dagger she had prepared. There was only one way to confirm it here.

“….”

Calisia, standing under the dim lighting, put the sword in her mouth. Her red eyes stared straight ahead. She was making eye contact with herself beyond the mirror. This was an act of opening a path to summon spirits, which shamans called a kind of Opening the Gate. Ghost Gate. Hadn’t eyes and mirrors been said to be passages for ghosts to come and go since ancient times?

Tick, tick, tick-.

Calisia stared intently at the mirror without even blinking. In the suffocating silence, the sound of the clock hands grew louder and louder.

Slowly-.

How much time had passed? A human figure appeared at the edge of the mirror. Her future husband. The mirror ghost story had revealed its form. Calisia, who had sharpened her focus, narrowed her eyes. The first thing that caught her attention was the softly flowing black hair. Then, thick eyebrows and golden glowing eyes showed their presence. A beautiful boy with intense colors was looking at her through the mirror.

‘…Soeddongi?’

For a moment, Calisia squeezed her eyes shut and opened them. She wondered if she had seen wrong. But the beautiful boy’s gaze in the mirror was still directed at her.

‘Jacheongbi was right after all. He’s absolutely stunning, absolutely stunning. But I wondered who would take that nagging boy away, and it turns out I’m the one taking him…. Wait a minute. Me? I’m taking him?’

She almost dropped the sword in her mouth and clenched her teeth. What could it mean that Ian was her future husband?

‘I can’t escape the Empire even by the time I get married?’

Calisia’s mind became tangled with complex thoughts. Then, another figure appeared in the mirror. Hair mixed haphazardly with white and black, it was Izriel.

‘No way, I’m living with not just Soeddongi but also Izriel…. Huh, huh? Raktar? Balak?’

Calisia’s eyebrows kept twitching. It was because the figures in the mirror were increasing one by one.

‘I’m living with all of them? So that means I have four husbands now?’

The Empire wasn’t a polyandrous system. Then, did this mean she would keep three of them as lovers?

‘Then who’s the first wife and who are the concubines? First, the first wife would be Soeddongi…. No, why am I thinking such useless thoughts?’

Calisia trembled at the absurd situation. No matter how she thought about it, it gave her chills.

“Valus. Are you okay?”

Just as Calisia’s future was falling deeper into mystery, a familiar low voice came from behind.

‘They’re talking. The fact that they’re talking means they can’t…. Uh, huh?’

Calisia, who noticed something strange, quickly turned her head. One, two, three, four. The team members were stuck to the bathroom door, glancing at her. With just their heads poking out.

Ptui!

Calisia spat out the sword from her mouth and walked toward them with big steps. Somehow, she felt that something was very wrong.

“What are you guys doing there? Didn’t you hear me say to wait for the signal?”

“…Quite some time had passed with no response, so we came in to check.”

Ian, who had been half-crouched behind the door, stood up with an embarrassed face.

“To be precise, we only stuck our heads out. You can’t say we went in. Ahem!”

“So did you see anything? Chief?”

The team members who smiled awkwardly stood up one by one. They said to come when signaled. Calisia barely swallowed the sigh that was escaping.

“The, chief thought we, were her hus, bands… Ugh!”

She struck the back of Izriel’s head hard. Her head was already starting to ache.

***

“Why can’t I see anything? Isn’t it a ghost?”

Calisia tilted her head as she leaned back in her chair in the club room. Combining all the rumors she’d heard, it was definitely a ghost’s doing, but no evidence was coming to light. Just in case, she had even blown her whistle incessantly in the bathroom.

“Or maybe I’m destined to live as a spinster…”

“It’s a ghost. I’m certain of it.”

Before Calisia could even finish speaking, Ian opened his mouth. It was a reflexive response that came out without him realizing it.

“Why? Did you see something strange?”

Calisia’s eyes lit up. Since Ian had Ghost Gate Observation, he might have sensed something wrong with his body. He wouldn’t be possessed since he had a talisman, but still.

“…Just a feeling.”

Flustered, Ian rambled about how Sword Masters had superior ki sensing and intuition compared to others.

“Oh my. Since when was House Rakies’ special ability prophecy?”

Not missing the opportunity, Raktar immediately pounced on him. A small vein bulged on Ian’s forehead. If he bothered to argue back, he’d only make himself look more foolish.

“The Third Prince seems to be mistaken. House Rakies’ special ability is Light.”

Ian spoke with particular emphasis on “Third.” He was too irritated to just stay silent.

“Both of you, stop it.”

Balak stepped in to mediate between the two. Somehow their light banter seemed on the verge of turning into a battle of pride. What they needed to focus on now was securing protein—no, solving the commission.

“Captain. How about we start by investigating the kids who went blind? Like if they recently contacted strangers or touched ominous objects.”

What Balak suspected was a black magic user. Servants, staff, guards, and various trading company merchants. There were quite a few routes for outsiders to infiltrate the Academy.

“Investigation? Couldn’t we just replace the mirrors?”

Raktar frowned, questioning whether they needed to go so far as to uncover the truth behind the incident or find the culprit. Aside from it being troublesome, the risk was too high.

“Your Highness. Helorn isn’t that easy. The commission fee is 1000 coins. A whole 1000 coins!”

After the previous club’s failure, the Servants’ Labor Union added one condition to the commission. They put a grace period on the success payment.

“One week. During this period, nothing must happen in the Annex Building.”

To achieve that, they absolutely had to uncover the truth behind the mirror ghost story.

***

“By any chance, did Senior Elia…”

“Was there anything different from usual…”

“Did she meet anyone or something like that…”

Starting the very next day, COMISAE began their investigation, roaming all over the campus. They scraped together information from anyone they could find, whether classmates or seniors. And three days later—

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Each COMISAE team member placed a piece of parchment on the table. They had compiled data on the victims of the mirror ghost story.

“Hmm.”

COMISAE let out a contemplative sound as they compiled the information. None of the victims had any particularly unusual activities.

“From their trivial movements to the people they meet, it’s all pretty much the same. There’s nothing particularly suspicious.”

Balak, looking tired, rubbed his dry face. Since they were all Academy students, it couldn’t be helped.

“Just in case, I roughly divided the movement routes by time periods and tried following them exactly… As you can see, I came back empty-handed.”

Balak raised both hands in surrender.

“I looked into the trading partners that come and go from the Academy, but there were no traces related to black magic.”

Raktar, who had been subtly busy running around, also shook his head saying he had found nothing.

“I investigated the servants and staff who had contact with the victims, but there were no suspicious individuals.”

Ian was in the same boat with little to show for his efforts. COMISAE’s sighs deepened at the invisible clues.

“But one peculiar thing is that all the victims are nobles from the Southern Region.”

Calisia, holding a quill pen, drew an underline on the parchment. A common point among the victims. Too exquisite to be coincidence, yet insufficient to be inevitable.

“Do even ghosts have regional prejudice?”

Calisia tilted her head with the pen tip in her mouth. As far as she knew, there were no cases of vengeful spirits formed from hatred of specific regions. Though there were cases of grudges against entire families passed down through bloodlines.

“Easterners do hate Southerners though.”

Izriel joked that it seemed plausible, having seen Easterners and Southerners fight in taverns.

“But Izri…”

Calisia, who was about to call Izriel, stopped mid-sentence and closed her mouth. She flinched for a moment and slyly rolled her eyes to the side.

“…”

It was because of someone’s intense gaze.

-Hyacinth.

Calisia’s fine hairs stood on end. Ian’s voice seemed to echo in her head.

“Hya, Hyacinth.”

Calisia quickly changed her words. She was completely fed up with the previous Hyacinth obsession.

“So, did you investigate anything?”

Red eyes pressed Izriel intently. It seemed like someone had been slacking off alone.

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