Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 115

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115.

 

-Please make it with goblin leather of the same quality as orc leather, Shop Owner. And would 50 coins be possible? There’s no particular reason, I just want to buy it cheap.

 

In the club room, the COMISAE team members were staring intently at the completed monster skin mask. The protruding brow bone, long eyes, and thin lips. It was the cold-looking handsome man, Jade Winterlet.

 

“The problem is…”

 

The kids glanced at each other warily. The somewhat slippery and squishy lining and the nauseating fishy smell. They still hadn’t decided who would wear the monster skin mask.

 

“I guess there’s only one way.”

 

Calisia, with a solemn expression, picked up a black cloth pouch. It was drawing lots, the most fair lottery method in human history that tested luck and fate.

 

“Respected team members. The rules are simple. Whoever draws the paper with an X marked on it becomes Jade Winterlet. No take-backs and no objections accepted. Now then, I’ll draw first.”

 

An extremely heavy tension flowed among the COMISAE team members. A random game that could only rely on momentary luck. All they could do was pray to heaven.

 

“Hah, that was the most faithful minute of my life.”

 

Balak, who had been praying with his eyes closed, drew a paper with vigorous momentum.

 

“I have always been faith-ful to God.”

 

Izriel made the sign of the cross on his forehead. It was more sacred energy than ever before.

 

“Self-blessing is prohibited. Please be careful, student Hyacinth.”

 

Smack!

 

Calisia hit Izriel’s hand, saying cheating could not be tolerated.

 

“If you’re so faithful, why did you break your vows? Look at me. Only seeking God at times like this…”

 

“The Third Prince is drawing the paper with his mouth.”

 

Ian, not missing today’s opportunity either, lifted his chin.

 

“Lakies, you don’t seem to be drawing much with your hands either?”

 

“Student Raktar. Student Ian. You’re both drawing with your mouths right now. Hurry up and draw so we can finish this.”

 

Calisia lightly glared at the two who now fired shots at each other whenever they got the chance.

 

“Now, everyone please unfold your papers.”

 

All the cards found their owners and heavy air settled in the room once again. Please, anyone but me. COMISAE unfolded their papers one by one with deep wishes in their hearts.

 

“As expected of the General!”

 

“Yes!”

 

“Hell, yeah!”

 

“Someone doesn’t seem as faithful as their words.”

 

Led by Calisia, screams of joy and relief burst from the kids’ mouths. Even Ian, who was always taciturn, slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

 

“…Th-this can’t be!”

 

Joy and sorrow were divided in an instant, and everyone’s gaze turned to one person. It was Prince Raktar, covering his mouth in disbelief.

 

A moment later-.

 

“I am noble royalty! You cannot dare put such beast skin on me!”

 

Raktar, with both arms held by Ian and Balak, screamed almost spitting blood. It was because the fishy smell mixed with chemicals was already penetrating his internal organs.

 

“There’s no such law in the Empire. And drawing lots is an extremely sacred random game that puts everything into luck. In a way, you could say it’s closest to God’s will. So humbly accept your fate, Third Prince!”

 

Calisia carried out the sentence with a firm attitude.

 

“Aaaahhhhh!”

 

Raktar flailed his body like a fish pierced by a harpoon. It was because the squishy monster skin mask had touched his head.

 

“How dare you! How dare you lay hands on my body!”

 

Raktar gritted his teeth and growled at the team members.

 

“Student Raktar. If you don’t accept the results, unfortunate things might happen.”

 

“There’s nothing more unfortunate than wearing the skin of a beast!”

 

“Is that really so? Parental guidance and discipline. If Student Raktar continues to be uncooperative, I’ll send a Lucky Letter to your Father! The content would be perfect: ‘Your son doesn’t study as he should and frequents the Black Market instead.'”

 

Calisia cast ‘I’m telling your dad.’ Raktar was instantly speechless and froze, unable to make any sound.

 

“…You don’t mean His Majesty the Emperor, do you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“A Lu, cky Letter!”

 

Izriel, strangely excited, waved his finger to support her.

 

“How dare you write such a letter to His Majesty! That’s treason!”

 

Raktar had a fit like someone possessed by an evil spirit. He meant that if such a thing was sent to the Imperial Palace, both of them would die.

 

“How is asking parents for guidance and discipline treason, Student Raktar?”

 

Calisia let out a wicked laugh and held up the Monster Skin Mask high like a crown. From the beginning, Raktar’s fate had only one outcome anyway.

 

“Grrrr…”

 

In the end, Goblin Leather was placed over the noble prince’s head.

 

***

 

“Greetings. I am Calisia Valus, in charge of this Annex Building operation briefing.”

 

Calisia, standing with a Quill Pen, politely greeted the team members. The operation’s outline was relatively simple. Provoke the eyeball ghost while disguised as Jade Winterlet. The problem was ‘how.’

 

[Operation Name: Making Madam Harrie Really Mad]

 

Tap tap! Calisia pointed to the parchment plastered all over the wall.

 

“Let me introduce today’s story. A lover who said let’s take some time secretly got engaged to another woman without my knowledge. What’s the worst thing a man could say in this situation?”

 

Calisia looked at the team members, expecting various opinions. Of course, it was cruel to Madam Harrie, but they couldn’t let her harm the living any longer.

 

“I shall go first.”

 

Raktar raised his hand with an elegant gesture. He wanted to finish the job quickly and take off the leather.

 

“Actually, I don’t think this is the worst… but I suppose it might be disappointing for young ladies.”

 

“Please give your opinion, not excuses, Student Raktar.”

 

Calisia immediately pointed this out and struck the wall with her Quill Pen.

 

“Ahem! We are no longer young. We’ve passed the age where we can promise our future based on momentary passion. Rather, it’s proper to do what we must as members of our family house…”

 

“Your tone is rather like an old man’s, closer to an elder’s lecture than a lover’s words. Rejected!”

 

Calisia frowned, saying what was that supposed to be, it wasn’t like a principal’s moral instruction.

 

“All, things are, Hel, ra’s will, as it should be.”

 

The second person to step forward was Izriel.

 

“It feels like my ex-boyfriend not only joined a cult but is also trying to convert me. Rejected!”

 

Calisia made an X with her arms, saying she didn’t need to hear more. It was the worst in a different sense.

 

“It would have been better if you had soothed the pain of heartbreak with ‘Body Techniques’ or ‘Swordsmanship’ rather than ‘Alcohol’. If you had…”

 

“Ha, this is ridiculous. Balak Titan, rejected.”

 

Calisia picked at her ear at the sound that wasn’t even worth evaluating.

 

“Instead of stuff like this, don’t you have something heart-stirring to say? Something that just hearing it makes emotions surge up and makes you feel like a tragic heroine!”

 

“You’re talking like a tragic heroine yourself, Valus. If that’s what you want, just hire a playwright.”

 

Raktar scolded her, saying she had too many demands for someone he was using for free.

 

“…I don’t know about the worst words. But if it were me, I think I would ask for forgiveness.”

 

Then, Ian, who had been lost in thought alone, carefully opened his mouth.

 

“It might sound ridiculous to make excuses now, but the engagement wasn’t my will. I don’t even have the right to say this, but if only you would wait for me, I want to return to you. I know it’s selfish, but would you wait for me?”

 

His golden eyes that had been shining brightly had now darkened deeply, and his firm voice trembled slightly. Sincerity, eyes filled with Calisia, held undeniable desperation.

 

“…”

 

Calisia, who moistened her lips with her tongue, trembled her eyelashes. That gaze and tone that made it impossible to either forgive or not forgive. This was exactly it. The worst line she had been looking for.

 

“I can picture this right away.”

 

Calisia, crossing her arms, recalled what Duke Rakies had once said to her.

 

-Why am I the young lady’s father! Valtain is in the office!

 

Soeddongi, who was forced into an engagement with the Northern Lady because he couldn’t resist the Duke’s pressure that Western people absolutely couldn’t die, and…

 

“No, what’s wrong with Western people? Now that I think about it, I’m getting angry. Soeddongi passes.”

 

Calisia, who had written out an entire drama in her head, clapped her hands. Her mood was quite ambiguous as anger seemed to be slowly rising from within.

 

“But Rakies classmate. If the engagement wasn’t your will, then whose will was it? And when you say you’ll return, do you mean you’ll divorce and come? Or break off the engagement?”

 

Calisia, raising her eyebrows fiercely, looked Ian up and down. An engagement wasn’t child’s play, so what was there to wait for?

 

“Break off the engagement. I meant I would break off the engagement and come.”

 

Ian, who found himself flustered without realizing it, immediately offered an excuse.

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