Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 112

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112.

 

The terrified children ran frantically down the corridor. Clatter clatter clatter! Moving their feet as if flying, they leaped down the stairs three or four steps at a time. It felt as if a massive bloodshot eyeball was chasing after them.

 

“Huff, gasp! Huff, wheeze!”

 

The children who had escaped outside the annex building gasped for breath roughly. They couldn’t even remember how they had made it this far. Raktar and Balak in particular were half out of their minds.

 

“This is seriously disgusting!”

 

Calisia rubbed the back of her hand vigorously against the building wall. The distinctive moist and squishy texture of the eyeball was still vivid.

 

“That’s not going to clean it off.”

 

Ian, seeing her reddened hand, quietly extended his arm. He meant for her to wipe it on his sleeve.

 

“…Soettong.”

 

Calisia looked up at Ian with eyes full of emotion. She was quite pleased that he had extended his arm instead of nagging about lacking dignity. Indeed, practical learning was better than Confucianism.

 

“You can’t because of the ghostly energy. For something like this, you need to wipe it on someone who can handle it themselves.”

 

Calisia shook her head and vigorously wiped the back of her hand on Izriel’s back. She couldn’t just smear ghostly energy all over someone with Ghost Gate Observation.

 

“Why, why me, you, crazy girl!”

 

Izriel flinched his back and shoulders and glared at her.

 

“Who else here can handle this stuff besides you? Great power naturally comes with great burdens. Just accept it.”

 

“You! You can handle it too!”

 

Izriel protested with a voice full of injustice. He felt just as disgusted.

 

“Back off! You wicked human! Don’t you fear Hella!”

 

Izriel made the sign of the cross in the air and slowly backed away. He was telling her to practice Hella’s teachings of loving and respecting one’s neighbors.

 

“Hella and I are in different categories, Apostate. It’s a kind of extraterritorial right.”

 

Calisia held up her hand high and smiled wickedly.

 

“Valus.”

 

Just then, Ian gently but firmly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

 

“She told you to back off.”

 

His cold, emotionless gaze settled on Izriel.

 

“You should respect your neighbors.”

 

He murmured lowly and hid Calisia behind him.

 

“Just now… That was a ghost, right?”

 

Meanwhile, Balak, who had barely calmed down, stammered as he spoke. His face showed he couldn’t even think about dark magic anymore.

 

“…It could have been a Dark Mage using Eyeball Magic.”

 

Raktar tried to appear calm as he voiced his opinion. The eyeball had been so disgusting that his judgment was momentarily clouded, but the idea of a ghost was ridiculous.

 

“Is there such a thing as Eyeball Magic?”

 

“Why are you asking me that? You should ask the Dark Mage.”

 

Balak rolled his eyes, wondering what kind of answer that was. If he could have asked, he would have done so long ago.

 

“The 3rd Prince is stating the obvious. That was a ghost.”

 

Ian spoke for Balak’s feelings.

 

“It seems House Rakies is finished too. A Young Duke talking about ghosts. Tsk!”

 

“The 3rd Prince should do more Ki Sensing Training. I didn’t sense any mana in the bathroom. Ah, maybe you were too busy running away to notice that far.”

 

Ian, with his chin raised high, shot a sharp sarcasm at Raktar. It was payback for his usual mockery.

 

“Both of you, stop it.”

 

Calisia stepped in to mediate between the two. People who had encountered ghostly energy became more sensitive than usual and showed heightened aggression. If their verbal fight escalated at a time like this, it would be a real headache.

 

“Raktar, stop picking fights, and Soeddongi, you… lower your chin.”

 

Calisia grabbed Ian’s face with both hands and pulled it down.

 

***

 

“Get that away from me! I said get it away!”

 

Raktar, tied to a chair in the club room, screamed at the top of his lungs. It was because of Izriel trying to give him consecration.

 

“How many times do I have to tell you that when an apostate performs consecration, it becomes a curse! Get those filthy hands away! Hurry!”

 

Raktar, with veins bulging in his neck, struggled desperately.

 

“Ha, anyone watching would think we’re using a leg torture device on him.”

 

Calisia swept her hair back as if she was dying of annoyance. It was already past one in the morning. A growing teenager wanted to go to sleep now.

 

“…Even if we branded him with a hot iron, it would be less noisy than this.”

 

Izriel, bending at the waist, whispered quietly in Calisia’s ear.

 

“Raktar! Raktar! My family’s in-law’s eighth cousin says that when you encounter a ghost, you absolutely must! Absolutely must- purify the impure energy.”

 

Calisia coaxed and soothed the noble 3rd Prince. If they left the ghostly energy as it was, an evil spirit might follow him. And nine times out of ten, she would be the one to have to remove it.

 

“An in-law’s eighth cousin is practically a stranger!”

 

Raktar raised his voice, asking what nonsense this was. When he could barely believe the talk about ghosts, now they wanted him to receive consecration from an apostate. This was clear abuse of imperial family.

 

“An in-law’s eighth cousin is an in-law’s eighth cousin, how are they a stranger? Raktar, you really… have as little affection as you are handsome, don’t you?”

 

As expected, Westerners were individualistic. Calisia nodded, gaining new understanding.

 

“But Raktar. No matter how individualistic you are, you’re still a follower of Hella Religion, right? Respect and love your neighbor. You must follow God’s word.”

 

Calisia firmly grabbed both of Raktar’s cheeks. It meant don’t cause trouble for others and just quietly receive the consecration.

 

“Hyacinth. Let’s finish this quickly.”

 

“In the na, me of He, lla.”

 

Izriel, rolling up his sleeves, drew the sign of the cross on his neat forehead.

 

“Gah, aaaaaaaah!”

 

Raktar, his whole face contorted, let out a piercing scream.

 

“Huh, urgh…”

 

After a moment, Raktar slumped his body downward. Receiving consecration from an apostate seemed quite shocking.

 

“Hey, isn’t this almost like an exorcism?”

 

Calisia, completely drained, let out a deep sigh.

 

***

 

The next day-.

 

Calisia and Izriel, having sent letters, walked side by side down the road. To specify the recipients, they were the alchemy shop and the administrative office.

 

“That Eye Ghost. Doesn’t it seem somewhat familiar?”

 

Calisia scratched the back of her head, saying something felt off about it. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what, but it definitely seemed familiar. To be precise, it wasn’t the face but the energy that the soul possessed.

 

“Why, is it a ghost you know?”

 

“….”

 

Calisia frowned with displeasure at the pointless joke.

 

“It was ambiguous though.”

 

Izriel raised his eyebrows.

 

“Right? And about those eyes. Compared to how fierce the spiritual energy was, somehow… the resentment didn’t seem that great.”

 

If what I thought was correct, the Eye Ghost was someone who had committed suicide out of spite over the harbor business. Or perhaps they had been killed.

 

“Whatever the case, if it laid hands on a person, that anger must be tremendous.”

 

A vengeful spirit. Normally, it would be natural to lose reason from deep resentment and grudges. Especially yesterday, didn’t it face Cheshire, one of its targets?

 

“Rather… it seemed somewhat calm.”

 

Izriel picked up where Calisia left off. Certainly, the Eye Ghost’s state was closer to searching than anger.

 

“Strange.”

 

The two who spoke simultaneously looked at each other.

 

“…but the mirror ghost story is probably just a coincidence. Madam Harrie wouldn’t do such a thing.”

 

Just then, a group of boys and girls passed by them.

 

“Madam Harrie? Who’s that?”

 

“Who else would it be? The mirror ghost.”

 

Calisia and Izriel reflexively turned their heads. A girl surrounded by friends was chattering away.

 

“Ghosts have names too?”

 

“It’s Madam Harrie. So what?”

 

The hot potato that had recently turned the Academy upside down. The students’ eyes sparkled brightly at the new information about the mirror ghost.

 

“She was even quite famous among parents back then. At that time, instead of showing spouses, she showed people who liked you? Well, anyway, there were quite a few kids who started dating because of that mirror.”

 

The girl raised her voice, excited by her friends’ interest.

 

“Excuse me.”

 

Just then, a small hand lightly grabbed her shoulder. The girl turned her head, startled for a moment.

 

“Huh, what?”

 

Calisia Valus. The girl’s eyes widened at the appearance of the famous school figure. There was no reason for her to talk to her.

 

“Could I hear more details about Madam Harrie?”

 

Calisia, with her lips curved up high, said it was a request as she gently grasped the girl’s hands.

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