Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 117

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117.

 

Two days ago-.

 

Helorn Blue Sky Mountain Range.

 

A group holding wooden clubs in their hands diligently climbed the treacherous mountain path. Each time they stepped forward, their long cloaks fluttered in the wind. After a while, they reached the mid-slope of the mountain and stopped walking.

 

Wheeeet!

 

The person at the front raised their finger and whistled. The short but intense sound of breath echoed through the quiet mountain air.

 

Swoosh-

 

A ball of light the size of two fists combined revealed itself from behind a tree. Under the bright light, three boys and girls walked out. Wing patterns embroidered with gold thread – they were Helorn 2nd Year Students.

 

“The goods?”

 

The girl who appeared to be the leader stepped forward.

 

“Let’s check it.”

 

A fairly heavy-looking item was pulled out from between the black cloaks. It was wine, today’s trade goods.

 

“… If it’s Belmarin Wine, that’s pretty good.”

 

The girl who checked the wine smirked slightly.

 

“This trade is just this once.”

 

This place was the habitat of Giant Turkey, a massive turkey-type monster. It was a food storage room – no, hunting ground – that the 2nd year students had colluded to claim.

 

“And obviously, if you go around blabbing about hunting here or whatever… nothing good will happen, juniors.”

 

The girl who left the chilling warning gestured to her classmates. Since the goods were confirmed, it was time to clear out.

 

“…”

 

The 2nd year students disappeared and the group of freshmen removed the hats attached to their cloaks. Beautiful features revealed under the moonlight – it was Comisae who had come out for night hunting.

 

“Then shall we start hunting too?”

 

Calisia rolled up her sleeves and focused on warming up, rotating her wrists in circles. Even though it was a bird, it was a monster with the name ‘giant’ attached to it. Carelessness was forbidden.

 

“Remember. We must catch it alive. Knocking it unconscious would be best.”

 

The reason they suddenly came out to hunt turkeys was because of the Eye Ghost exorcism. They needed chicken blood, but they couldn’t obtain live chickens at Helorn.

 

“Valus. If we can’t get chicken blood, how about a Giant Turkey? That’s also from the chicken family.”

 

“Turkey? That’s a bit ambiguous. Hmm, no. What’s wrong with it anyway? They’re from the same chicken family and even share the same ancestors.”

 

“… Do we really need to discuss ancestors just to catch one turkey?”

 

“But Captain! The Giant Turkey is guarded by 2nd year students taking shifts every day, so secret entry would be impossible.”

 

So, the alternative that came out after a rather long meeting was turkey instead of chicken. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Thinking of it roughly as a Western patch, it was quite a reasonable choice.

 

“But has anyone here hunted a Giant Turkey before…”

 

-Gobble gobble gobble gobble!

 

Before the words could even finish, a sharp cry pierced their ears.

 

Crash!

 

Soon, claws that appeared from the darkness slashed through the air at length and struck the ground. A neck covered with red wattles, a beak as hard as steel, feathers with blade-like pointed ends, and a body size like four or five people combined. It was the Giant Turkey, the master of the mid-slope of the Blue Sky Mountain Range.

 

“… Isn’t it too big?”

 

Comisae’s heads tilted back endlessly at the turkey that was larger than expected. And after a moment-.

 

“Balak! Just knock him out like Ian! You’re suffocating him alive right now!”

 

“Hey! Raktar! Don’t use sun magic! Do we need to advertise that we’re here? Hit him with the club!”

 

“Izriel, why is he hitting that tree?”

 

Calisia let out a deep sigh at the turkey hunt that was five minutes away from complete chaos.

 

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Club room-.

 

Grimy cloth dolls surrounded a bowl filled with turkey blood in a circle. Raising their short arms high, they let out pathetic battle cries.

 

-Kyaaaaaaang!

 

-Kyang! Kyaaaaaaang!

 

The dolls trembled as they poured evil ghostly energy over the bowl. This was to corrupt the fresh blood. Normally, chicken blood contained the power of evil warding. It meant protecting the body from ghosts and even driving them away. But rotten chicken blood was different. It attracted impure things instead. It meant it was used for necromancy, summoning ghosts.

 

“More! Do more! More! Think about the fish you ate! You have to earn your keep! Do you know how much trouble we went through to catch this chicken-brain?”

 

Calisia flicked the round backs of their heads repeatedly. Just thinking about how her flesh almost got torn off by that damn beak still sent chills down her spine.

 

-Kyang!

 

The dolls pouted their lips at her merciless touch.

 

“At this rate, when will it rot! What? What are you glaring at?”

 

-Kyang! Kyang!

 

With tears welling up in their eyes, they shouted something at Calisia. It was an expression of injustice and sorrow.

 

“If you don’t want to do it, then spit the fish back out.”

 

Calisia poked the dolls’ backs, urging them to work. This was perfectly legal labor, after all.

 

“…Ugh, urk.”

 

Meanwhile, Ian was clenching his jaw tightly, enduring something. The sound of him grinding his teeth was loud enough for the person next to him to hear.

 

“You’re noisy.”

 

Raktar lightly warned him about the nerve-grating sound.

 

‘How unusual.’

 

Raktar held his head high and glanced at Ian’s profile. Though Lakies was a torturer, he wasn’t ignorant of noble etiquette.

 

“But that sword is one I’ve never seen before.”

 

Raktar’s gaze turned to the long sword in his hand.

 

“With its delicate gleaming light patterns and the light that gently wraps around the blade… Its form is so beautiful, it’s no ordinary sword.”

 

“…”

 

Ian’s shoulders twitched as he clenched his fists so tightly his nails dug into his flesh. His stomach felt ticklish, as if something was about to burst.

 

“It has value far beyond what you deser…”

 

“Kahahahahaha!”

 

Suddenly, booming laughter echoed throughout the entire club room. All eyes in the room turned toward Ian.

 

-Kyang?

 

Even the dolls who had been squeezing out ghostly energy under Calisia’s pressure turned around to look.

 

“You, the child of the Imperial Family, was it? You have quite a good eye. I’ll give you a chance to praise this body, so go ahead and continue speaking.”

 

Ian looked down at Raktar with a truly gracious expression. Even if he was just a human, the bloodline that ascended to the throne seemed different.

 

“You, damn!”

 

At the sickeningly familiar tone, Calisia whipped her head around. His chin was raised high and his eyes looked down upon everything as if surveying all creation. She could almost hear phantom voices demanding worship.

 

“Come now, worship me! Praise me!”

 

“…Uh, huh?”

 

Comisae glanced at Ian with an expression wondering if they had misheard.

 

“Hmph, there’s no need to steal such furtive glances. It is the instinct of all created beings to wish to glimpse divine greatness.”

 

Ian, synchronized with the Divine Sword, had somehow stepped onto the sofa and stood tall. His entire body burned hot with sensation from the human gazes he felt after so long.

 

“Behold me. And worship!”

 

He spread both arms wide as if about to take flight at any moment.

 

“…”

 

Comisae froze in shock, unable to muster any response whatsoever. They couldn’t tell whether they had gone mad or Ian had gone mad.

 

“Child of the Imperial Family. Why have you ceased your praise?”

 

Ian, his eyebrows drooping downward, gently stroked Raktar’s head. Among these ignorant little ones, this was the precious child who alone had recognized his divinity.

 

“Pretty, pretty little thing. Praise me.”

 

He lightly cupped Raktar’s cheeks.

 

“…Huh, eeeek!”

 

Raktar, terrified, pressed himself flat against the sofa to escape Ian. It felt like bugs crawling on him. Goosebumps rose from his toes upward.

 

“Va, Valus! What’s wrong with this guy? Why is he acting like this?”

 

Temporarily abandoning his imperial dignity, he scratched frantically at his head. The spot where Ian had touched him itched unbearably.

 

“Rak, tar! Rak, tar must be pos, sessed by an e, vil spirit!”

 

Meanwhile, Izriel let out a lion’s roar and leaped onto the sofa. His fingers, wreathed in white light, traced countless lines across Ian’s straight forehead.

 

“E, evil spi, rits! Be go, ne!”

 

It was the Sign of the Cross to exorcise evil spirits. Narcissism even worse than Raktar’s. This was a remarkably severe case.

 

“…Uh, um. Cap, Captain.”

 

Balak, shocked by the spectacle, couldn’t continue speaking and just blinked his eyes.

 

“Everyone stop!”

 

Calisia let out a long sigh at the club room that had instantly become a battlefield. No matter how she thought about it, she should have melted that Divine Sword back then. Even if it meant making it again from scratch.

 

“It’s a Divine Sword, so it’s an Ego Sword… Its ego is a bit inflated. Please try to understand.”

 

Clap! Calisia clapped her hands and offered words of explanation to the frozen Comisae.

 

“Then let’s start the meeting… Sigh.”

 

She hung her head low while looking at Ian, who was still shouting for worship. She couldn’t understand why the embarrassment fell to her.

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