Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 110

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110.

 

The mirror case dragged on sluggishly like this. There were no suspicious circumstances, and the parties involved kept their mouths tightly shut.

 

“….”

 

The COMISAE team members leaning against the sofa just blinked their eyes. Their motivation had been broken due to the lack of progress in the case.

 

Creak-.

 

Just then, the door opened and someone entered the club room. It was Ian, who hadn’t shown his face for the past few days.

 

“I found it strange that all the victims were Southern Region nobles, so I gathered information separately. There’s a common factor significant enough to make a specific identification.”

 

He posted parchment with neat handwriting on the wall. The kids who had been sprawled out like zombies all turned their heads in unison.

 

[Connections Between Victims]

 

Elia Rohan: Eldest daughter of Marquis Rohan, who owns the Southern Port business. Has been earning enormous profits in recent years, increasing influence within the Southern Region.

 

Rasily Bazel: Second daughter of Count Bachel, a business partner of House of Rohan. One of the core families and main pillars of the port business.

 

Demian Porter: Third son of Count Porter, one of the early investors in the port business. Holds considerable shares.

 

Josef Gonzel: Second son of Viscount Gonzel, who is a maternal cousin of Marchioness Rohan. One of the major shareholders in the port business.

 

Martin Tails: Eldest son of Viscount Tales, who has close ties with Marquis Rohan. An early investor and major shareholder in the port business.

 

The common factor among the children affected by the mirror ghost story was that they were from families related to the Southern Port business. Having gotten one step closer to a clue, enthusiasm filled the children’s eyes once again.

 

“Did someone harbor resentment against the port business and pull this stunt?”

 

Balak stroked his chin.

 

“Since Marquis Rohan gained great benefits from the business, there must definitely be people who suffered losses.”

 

Business inevitably involved taking from others. For example, struggles for supremacy. The problem was which crazy bastard had dragged the power struggle between families into Hellorun.

 

“It might not be resentment but greed. Sweet fruit always attracts flies.”

 

A faint disgust appeared on Raktar’s face. How dare they turn the sacred Imperial Academy into a dirty muddy battlefield. It was a challenge and insult to the Imperial Family.

 

“The list of suspects is too broad….”

 

Calisia, lost in thought, moistened her lips with her tongue. Large-scale businesses like ports had too many interests and livelihoods at stake.

 

“So do you have anyone suspicious in mind?”

 

Calisia let out a short breath and looked at Ian.

 

“Not yet. But I’ve identified the next victim.”

 

“The next victim?”

 

The COMISAE team members’ attention focused on Ian once again.

 

“Eight years ago, House of Rohan joined hands with five families to start the port business. Bazel, Porter, Gonzel, Tales, and Chesher. If my prediction is correct, the next victim will be first-year student Joffrey Chesher.”

 

Ian spoke with a confident tone and wrote Joffrey’s name at the end of the parchment.

 

***

 

“Joffrey Chesher? If it’s Joffrey, I haven’t seen him in quite a while…. The kids say he’s been holed up in his dormitory bedroom all day long.”

 

COMISAE found Joffrey’s dormitory and gathered in front of his bedroom. Even though it was bright midday with the sun shining brightly, a strangely gloomy atmosphere lingered around them. It was because of the door that remained stubbornly closed, as if refusing to allow anyone entry.

 

Knock knock knock-.

 

Calisia carefully knocked on the door. She hadn’t expected anything to begin with, but as expected, there was no response.

 

“Joffrey Chesher!”

 

Bang! Bang! Bang!

 

Calisia raised her fist with enough force to nearly break down the door. This was the only way to get Joffrey to come out.

 

“Captain. Just so you know, there’s a fine for damaging school property.”

 

Balak whispered quietly. He was worried the door might actually fall off if she continued.

 

“What? A fine? Damn, that was close.”

 

Startled, Calisia quickly lowered her fist. She had no desire to lose any more coins.

 

“Ahem, ahem! Bang bang bang bang! Joffrey Chesher! Bang bang bang bang!”

 

After clearing her throat, Calisia began making banging sounds with her mouth. The COMISAE team members, their faces red with embarrassment, took a step back. Raktar in particular seemed so mortified he couldn’t speak for a while.

 

“Valus.”

 

Ian quietly moved over and covered Calisia’s mouth. He needed to preserve what dignity she had left.

 

Creak-.

 

Just then, the door opened and a pale-faced boy appeared. It was today’s main character, Joffrey Chesher.

 

“…What.”

 

His hoarse, cracked voice reproached the unwelcome visitors. It meant: who are you people to cause such a commotion here.

 

“Nice to meet you, Chesher. We’re a club called COMISAE, obsessed with coins…”

 

Balak stepped forward with a gentle smile. He was definitely the most suitable person for dealing with people. This was due to the temperaments of the other club members. First, Calisia was somewhat rough in her conduct, and Ian was rigid by nature. Raktar was annoyingly arrogant as everyone knew, and with Izriel, they’d be lucky if he could speak properly.

 

“What do you want.”

 

Joffrey glared at Balak with eyes full of wariness.

 

“I’ll get straight to the point. We’re currently investigating the mirror in the North Annex.”

 

“…But why are you telling me about it.”

 

Joffrey visibly flinched and gripped the door handle tightly. He blinked constantly, as if extremely anxious about something.

 

“Elia Rohan, Rasily Bazel, Demian Porter, Josef Gonzel, Martin Tails. Familiar names, right?”

 

“So what. Is there anyone on campus who doesn’t know those names now?”

 

Joffrey’s attitude became even sharper. He snapped at them not to waste his time with pointless talk.

 

“The Southern Port business.”

 

Then, Balak threw out the bait he had prepared.

 

“…”

 

“Didn’t House of Chesher also get involved in the port business?”

 

“What are you trying to do right now!”

 

Joffrey, who had taken the bait completely, grabbed Balak by the collar. Anxiety and fear were thick in his rough breathing.

 

“We’ll help you.”

 

“….”

 

Tendons stood out on Joffrey’s jaw. His light brown eyes wavered with conflict.

 

“So could I go inside for just a moment?”

 

Balak slowly pulled away the hand that had been gripping his collar.

 

***

 

COMISAE frowned slightly as they entered the bedroom. It was because of the room that was dark without a single point of light.

 

“Let me turn on the light for a moment.”

 

Calisia, who had asked for permission briefly, turned on the magic lamp. Bright light illuminated the interior, revealing the bedroom that had been shrouded in darkness. Blackout curtains covering the window and black cloth draped over the vanity table mirror. It felt as if the space itself had been swallowed by a giant veil.

 

“Hmm. Cheshire, could you turn around for a moment? No, actually go outside the door for a bit.”

 

Calisia swept away the cloth covering the vanity table in one motion. After examining the mirror for quite a while, she made a “tsk” sound. No matter how she looked at it, it wasn’t a cracked or damaged object.

 

“….”

 

Calisia sent a meaningful look toward Izriel. She was asking if he could see any traces.

 

‘It’s clean.’

 

Izriel shook his head and mouthed the words.

 

“You can come in now.”

 

Calisia covered it with the cloth again.

 

“But Cheshire, is someone chasing you? I’m not being sarcastic, I’m really asking. It seems like you’re hiding.”

 

“…Staring.”

 

“What?”

 

“Someone keeps staring at me.”

 

Joffrey’s voice trembled terribly. Overwhelmed by rising anxiety, he bit his nails. It started as just a faint gaze lasting only an instant. But-.

 

-Did you hear about that mirror? Their hands became covered in blood….

 

-This time a kid named Rasili collapsed….

 

-Did you guys hear that news? Elia’s eyes….

 

The gaze of unknown origin grew larger along with ‘that mirror’. One day, two days, three days, four days-. What had lasted only moments began to feel like eternity. And that persistent stare wouldn’t let him go even in his dreams.

 

“Huff, gasp! Huff, gasp!”

 

In the forest where fog had settled thickly-. Joffrey ran forward frantically. His breath rose to his chin and his lungs ached as if they would tear.

 

‘Run…! I have to run!’

 

Where this was or who he was running from didn’t matter. Only the thought that he had to hide his body dominated his mind.

 

Thud-

 

Falling, and falling again. Joffrey, who had been wandering through the forest like a madman, suddenly froze in place. It was because of that familiar ‘stare’. He gasped for breath as if he would burst into tears at any moment.

 

“…Huh, ugh.”

 

After a moment, Joffrey stiffly lowered his rigid head. It was because his body, consumed by fear, moved on its own.

 

“….”

 

Joffrey’s pale lips trembled. What was caught under his feet was a human head.

 

“…Rasili? Rohan? Porter? Gonzel? Tales?”

 

Swoosh!

 

Faces with gouged out eyeballs and eyelids. Those who had shed tears of blood all turned their heads in unison.

 

-Go there go there go there go there go there go there go there

 

The ground beneath his feet suddenly gave way, and before he knew it, a long corridor greeted Joffrey. It was the Northern Annex 5th Floor of the Academy.

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