Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 116

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116.

 

North Annex 5th Floor Bathroom-

 

“What the hell am I even doing.”

 

The silver-haired mysterious boy weakly washed his face dry. As he dragged his hands down his face, he suddenly shuddered violently. It was because he felt the distinctive alien texture of goblin leather at his fingertips.

 

“Hah…”

 

The boy let out a bitter sigh and drew his dagger. When the cold metal touched his lips and teeth, an inexplicable chill ran through him.

 

“…Raktar! Raktar! With a more tender look in your eyes!”

 

A small but sufficiently noisy voice came from behind. It was COMISAE, huddled together behind the door watching the situation.

 

“I’m looking tender enough!”

 

Raktar protested in a lowered voice, spitting out the sword.

 

“The captain’s right! Right now you just look like someone who’s been holed up in a Magic Tower research lab for a month.”

 

“Deep, sea fish, eyes, roll…”

 

“The Third Prince can’t even manage a single expression.”

 

The children peeking their heads around the door each offered their own commentary.

 

“Stop being so noisy and quit talking! How can nobles all be so restless!”

 

Raktar, thoroughly disgusted, put the sword back in his mouth. Even talking to those idiots was a waste of time. Besides, midnight was approaching soon.

 

Tick!

 

A moment later, the clock hand pointed to 12 o’clock. Raktar clenched his fist with his sweaty hand. Even though he had layered protection magic and consecration two or three times thick, the anxiety remained.

 

“…!”

 

Raktar unconsciously gritted his teeth. The air had suddenly become heavy enough to crush his windpipe.

 

Craaack-

 

A subtle sound that set nerves on edge. The perfectly fine mirror began to crack from the edges. These were the very burst blood vessels that Calisia had mentioned.

 

Thud-

 

Then, a massive pupil slowly dropped from top to bottom across the mirror. Raktar swallowed his fear and picked up the parchment he had prepared.

 

[Sirilin, it’s me, Jade.]

 

One sheet.

 

[What good would excuses do now, but the engagement wasn’t sincere.]

 

Two sheets.

 

[If you’re okay with it, I want to come back to you, Sirilin.]

 

Three sheets.

 

Each time the parchments fell to the floor one by one, the cracks in the mirror bulged upward.

 

[Can we go back to how we were?]

 

When the red blood vessels became prominent enough to show their presence- the last sheet fell to the floor.

 

-…

 

Blood vessels swollen as if about to burst and mirror edges glowing red hot. A very faint blue light flickered in the black pupil before immediately going out.

 

Whoosh!

 

Before anyone knew it, the eyeball with its indifferent gaze disappeared as if it had no more business here. It was complete dismissal.

 

“…Did I just get ignored by an eyeball?”

 

Dead pupils that showed not even a hint of interest. Raktar’s eyelids trembled as he felt humiliation close to contempt. To be ignored by a mere eyeball, not even a person. It was so absurd that he couldn’t even manage a hollow laugh.

 

Knock knock knock-

 

Unable to bear such unbearable disgrace, Raktar knocked on the mirror a couple of times. It was a polite and elegant request for conversation directed at a lady.

 

“Listen here, eyeball. No, Sirillin Harie. I am not someone you can treat so carelessly. Speaking of myself, I carry the sacred bloodline of the Empire…”

 

Raktar clasped his hands behind his back and began lecturing. He said that even if only an eyeball remained, she must not forget proper respect toward the Imperial Family. Of course, he didn’t forget to tap the mirror intermittently, asking if she was listening.

 

‘It was brief, but there was definitely a blue light in that eyeball.’

 

Meanwhile, Calisia, who had been watching the situation, recalled the eyeball that had been disturbed by the writing on the parchment. The blue light that had briefly flickered was probably Sirilin’s original eye color.

 

‘It’s definitely spirit manipulation… but it seems she hasn’t completely lost her mind yet.’

 

Calisia ran her tongue along the inside of her cheek. Spirit manipulation tainted by evil was unfortunate, but destruction was the principle. This was separate from severing the connection with the caster. But if Sirilin hadn’t been completely consumed yet-

 

‘If we handle this well, we might be able to find out who’s behind this mess.’

 

Calisia glared fiercely at whoever might be beyond the mirror.

 

***

 

[I got a message from Big Brother. He overheard Father talking about some people who approached the Rohan Family. They said they could fix Senior Elia’s eyes. But their demands are related to the harbor. I don’t know the details…]

 

-Joffrey Chesher

 

And coincidentally, the very next day, Geoffrey’s letter arrived at the club room.

 

‘Now that someone’s making demands about the harbor, it really must be spirit manipulation.’

 

Calisia bit her lip and pressed her forehead with one hand. She was pondering how to properly deal with these bastards.

 

“Fellow students!”

 

Having organized her thoughts, Calisia suddenly stepped onto the sofa and stood tall.

 

“Madam Harrie has been revealed to be spirit manipulation. Therefore, we will also create spirit manipulation!”

 

Raising her fist high, she declared in a resounding voice. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and spirit manipulation for spirit manipulation. It was a so-called fighting fire with fire strategy. And naturally, she had no intention of following the ancient evil sorcery methods exactly.

 

“To be precise, it’s ‘knockoff manipulation.'”

 

The common point between these two protective arts was that they used the dead for human needs. However, there was an unbridgeable gap between them.

 

[Spirit Manipulation]

 

Required materials: Young child, bamboo container, sickle

 

Charges: Kidnapping, confinement, abuse, exploitation, murder, illegal labor

 

[Knockoff Manipulation]

 

Required materials: Fish or alcohol, ritual effigy, talisman, sword

 

Charges: Employment fraud

 

※ However, legal labor since wages (ritual table) are provided

 

The key difference was whether the blood of the living had been spilled.

 

‘Of course spirit manipulation is much more powerful, but we can solve this with numbers.’

 

Clap!

 

Calisia, who had formulated a series of plans, clapped her hands to gather attention. There were things the Comisae team members needed to do from now on.

 

“First, Raktar and Balak go to the water wall and catch a few fish, and Soeddongi and Hyacinth make a few cloth dolls. Dismissed!”

 

Crackle! Crackle!

 

Calisia, who had set up in the club room front yard, lit a bonfire. Beside it, Ian and Izriel could be seen wrestling with sewing. The cloth dolls in their large hands looked particularly cute.

 

“Sew carefully so the talismans don’t show. It’s sticking out there. If you were them, would you want to inhabit something where the trap is obviously visible? Right now you’re advertising ‘I’m a fake listing.'”

 

Calisia barked orders at the talisman poking out between the split belly. The two boys shoved the talisman deeper into the split stomach. Under their rough handling, the doll became hopelessly crushed.

 

“Just kill it, kill it.”

 

Finally, Calisia snatched the doll away.

 

A moment later-.

 

Thud! Thud! Thud! Calisia threw plump fish onto the dirt ground. Balak and Raktar watched this with displeasure. The thought of giving that precious food to ghosts made their stomachs churn. Wasn’t Hellorun a place where people didn’t even have enough to eat right now?

 

“Stop staring and you two go inside the club room. Weak-spirited kids might get possessed if something goes wrong.”

 

“Weak-spirited? Captain! I’m a guy with such strong energy!”

 

Balak, who immediately protested, flexed his arms and legs. The bulging muscles looked somewhat like smoked eggs.

 

“That’s not spiritual energy being strong, that’s your build being strong.”

 

“Ahem! Though it’s quite awkward for me to say this myself, why would the Imperial Family’s unique magic be the sun? It’s because my energy is that hot and…”

 

“Ah, really stop the useless talk and hurry inside! Soettong! Get rid of those guys.”

 

Calisia got annoyed at the endless nonsense.

 

“I’ll get rid of them right away.”

 

Ian, who had put down his needle and thread, dusted himself off and stood up. Eyes that contained the bitter cold of the Northern Region turned toward Balak and Raktar.

 

“We! We’ll go in on our own feet!”

 

“That! That guy has no respect for hierarchy!”

 

The two people hurriedly backed away from Ian, who was approaching with the momentum of someone about to dispose of a corpse.

 

“Finally it’s quiet.”

 

Calisia, wearing a satisfied smile, gave Ian a thumbs up.

 

***

 

The hour of the Ox.

 

Five cloth dolls laid out in a row on the dirt ground. Calisia neatly placed fish in front of them. The ritual effigies in human form were bodies for spirits to inhabit, and the water beasts were bait to lure them in.

 

-…Our child couldn’t eat anything fishy at all. But from one day on, they kept asking only for fish.

 

One of the things ghosts went crazy for was fish. The distinctive fishy smell was similar to their scent, namely ghost scent.

 

“Nameless guests.”

 

Calisia, sitting cross-legged on the ground, began her ‘doll play.’ Beside her was a razor-sharp dagger.

 

“I shall give you new bodies, so please come to this place.”

 

Whiiiii-

 

After chanting the spell, she whistled. The high, sharp sound echoed through the quiet forest, and the trees trembled.

 

-There’s a smell, there’s a smell, where is that smell coming from, let’s go, let’s go, it’s calling us, that’s calling us

 

It was because the spirits hiding everywhere had opened their eyes. Snake-crawling Ghost slithering on the floor, Brain-leaking Ghost with its crushed skull dripping brain matter, Limbless Ghost writhing in place with severed limbs. All kinds of Lesser Spirits gathered following the fishy smell.

 

“I offer this body in death, so nameless spirits, please come forth!”

 

Shaaack!

 

Calisia raised the dagger high and struck down on the Water Beast’s body in one blow. The sharp blade pierced the flesh and red blood seeped into the ground.

 

“I kill this body! Kill! And offer it, so nameless spirits, please come forth!”

 

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The dagger continued to strike down on the Water Beast. The thicker the smell of blood became, the more fiercely the ghostly energy filling the forest surged toward the sky.

 

-Ehehehehehehe the smell of blood vibrates, it’s a body, a body, it’s mine, mine, it’s mine, mine

 

The Lesser Spirits with bloodshot eyes all clung to the cloth dolls without exception. They had claimed the body offered to them.

 

Tadadadadak!

 

The dolls that suddenly stood up rushed madly toward the Water Beast. Black rotted teeth protruding between the cloth. They chewed and devoured the bloody chunks of flesh.

 

And some time later-.

 

“…Are you done eating?”

 

Calisia threw the Water Beast, now only bones, into the bonfire. Crackle crackle! With the sound of sparks flying, the offering burned up without a trace. And at the same time, red light burst forth from the dolls’ bellies.

 

“If you’re done eating, you need to work.”

 

-…!

 

The Lesser Spirits with flesh smeared all over their mouths glared at Calisia.

 

(Imprison).

 

A talisman to imprison ghosts – they had been tricked.

 

***

 

So making the spirit trap was also successful, and now I just needed to safely deal with Madam Harrie…

 

“Are you rolling your eyes now? Good! You hideous and ugly thing. If you worship this body, I’ll spare your life! No, just your eyeball! Kahahahahaha!”

 

Annex 5th Floor Bathroom – Ian stood holding the Divine Sword and burst into laughter toward the giant eyeball.

 

“Hey, you crazy bastard! Just cut it already!”

 

Calisia, who was sitting on the floor reciting Sacred Text, screamed at the top of her lungs. She was holding Madam Harrie with the spirit trap, but it was reaching its limit.

 

“That crazy bastard! Almighty Helaishi! The evil spirit- no, no! Pantokar tor heilo…!”

 

Izriel, who was helping Calisia by chanting Ancient Sacred Language, also shouted urgently.

 

“It’s no use! The Divine Sword isn’t an evil spirit!”

 

Calisia glared at the Divine Sword that was on the verge of ruining everything. Ego Inflation – she never knew that damn thing would backstab them this badly.

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