Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 118

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118.

 

“…Hmph.”

 

Ian, who had buried himself in the sofa, hugged the Divine Sword preciously.

 

-Creatures- What nonsense! You’re the creature here! How many times do I have to tell you? You’re just a sword made by melting metal! A chunk! Of! Metal!

 

It was because of Calisia’s harsh words that dismissed him as nothing more than a chunk of metal.

 

“Sigh…. Alright, before we go to the annex building, let me briefly explain each person’s role.”

 

Calisia sighed at Ian, who was advertising ‘I’m sulking’ with his grumpy face. She didn’t understand why he acted so petty when he kept going on about being a divine being.

 

“First, the ones going into the bathroom are me, Izriel, and Ian.”

 

The Shaman and priest were assigned to capture the ghost and prepare for any possible attacks, while the Divine Sword was tasked with directly confronting the Spirit Manipulation. The reason for dividing roles was to ensure more stable exorcism in a situation where the caster was unknown.

 

“Balak and Raktar will recite Hella Religion prayers from outside. And Knockoff Dolls! You guys draw aggro well. If you handle this job properly, I’ll fire you immediately.”

 

-Kyaang! Kang! Kahaaaaang!

 

The Cloth Dolls spun around in place as if they were excited just hearing about it.

 

***

 

Annex 5th Floor Bathroom-.

 

Calisia, with turkey blood generously smeared on her hands, drew the character for “door” on the mirror. By creating a gate, she was preemptively seizing control of the passage through which ghosts could enter and exit. So that she could open and close the door at any time.

 

“Ugh! What an unpleasant smell. It torments this divine being’s nose.”

 

Ian, covering his nose with the back of his hand, flew into a rage demanding that this blasphemous thing be removed immediately.

 

“Handle your own nostril problems yourself.”

 

Calisia flicked the Divine Sword’s body with her finger and passed by. She had too much to do to cater to his damn pickiness.

 

“…Ha, since there’s no salt, I’m blocking the door with talismans.”

 

Calisia grumbled while drawing complex patterns on the floor of the entrance. It was frustrating to be doing cottage industry work when simply sprinkling salt would have been simple.

 

“Now, attention!”

 

After a while, Calisia, having finished all preparations, focused the team members’ attention. Raktar and Balak, who had been waiting behind the door, peeked their heads out.

 

“As I said in the meeting, Balak and Raktar will recite Hella Religion prayers from outside the door. The important thing is that no matter what sounds you hear, you must not enter the bathroom.”

 

Calisia repeated her instructions. It was because they had a long history of ignoring signals.

 

“Hyacinth, you just need to recite Ancient Sacred Language from the moment the eyeball appears.”

 

Calisia winked at Izriel, who looked particularly reliable today. What a time to live when that alcoholic was the most trustworthy among this combination.

 

“And Ian, you start working when you think Madam Harrie has emerged from the mirror to some extent. But remember. You’re not cutting the eyeball itself, but cutting the threads visible around it. Got it?”

 

“Understood. You need this body’s boundless grace, don’t you.”

 

Ian spread both arms to his sides as if spreading wings.

 

“…Let’s set aside some time to have a proper shamanic ritual with you. That’s what’s needed.”

 

Calisia, who gently pressed down his arms, knelt on the floor. It was time to save Madam Harrie.

 

“Knockoff Dolls! Begin.”

 

She shouted at the dolls that had been following behind her. They jumped high from their positions with wicked smiles.

 

-Eungcha!

 

The Cloth Dolls stuck to the silver frame and knocked on the mirror with pang pang sounds.

 

-Kwaang! Clang! Kaaaang! Clang! Clang!

 

Roughly meaning ‘Hey, buddy. We know you’re in there, so come out for a moment.’

 

-Clang! Kaang? Clang clang! Kuuuuuang!

 

The dolls continued their provocation, striking the mirror as if they would smash it to pieces.

 

Kwaang!

 

Suddenly, with a tremendous roar, the mirror was swallowed by pitch-black darkness. Madam Harrie, whose territory had been invaded, had thrust her eyeball into the mirror.

 

-Kiiiiiiii…

 

A bizarre howl echoed as the darkness that had filled the mirror slowly began to shrink. The hidden whites of the eye were gradually being revealed.

 

-Kiiiiiiii-.

 

The eyeball inside the mirror rolled around in all directions. Thud! Thud! Thud! Each time the massive pupil hit the edges, strong vibrations occurred.

 

-Kaaang! Clang! Kaaaang!

 

The cloth dolls desperately struggled not to fall from the mirror.

 

-Kuaaaaang!

 

The dolls let out high-pitched screams as they raised their short arms upward. Sharp claws grew from between the stained cloth. It was ghostly energy thick with murderous intent.

 

Swish! Swiiish! Swish!

 

The hook-like curved claws wildly scratched at the mirror as if to tear it apart.

 

-Kihaaaaang!

 

The dolls, covered head to toe in blood and flesh, burst into laughter with their mouths torn wide.

 

-Kiiiiiiiiak!

 

Then, from within the mirror came a terrible scream along with a burst of vicious death energy. Madam Harrie was trying to pull her body out.

 

“Seal Gate! I seal the gate!”

 

Calisia, who had been reciting Sacred Text, cried out urgently. The gate character carved on the mirror glowed red and blazed.

 

Creeak-

 

The gate had closed.

 

-Kiiiiiiiik!

 

Madam Harrie, her escape route blocked, was consumed with rage and shrieked. In response, Calisia and Izriel raised their voices. Sacred Text filled with Divine Power and Ancient Sacred Language endlessly constricted Madam Harrie. Finally, the blood-soaked eyeball extended its body outside the mirror.

 

“Ian!”

 

Calisia pointed to the dozens of white threads protruding from the mirror.

 

“Is it time for this body to step forward?”

 

Ian, acting extremely arrogant, stood before the mirror. Whites densely covered with black blood vessels and a pupil cracked in places. The massive eyeball dripped sticky fluid as it looked down at him.

 

“Do not resent this deity.”

 

Ian, radiating a holy atmosphere, raised his Divine Sword. Blinding gleaming light wrapped around the blade and sacred energy exploded outward.

 

-…

 

The black pupil trembled for an instant. It was because she had been overwhelmed by the Divine Sword’s power, if only for a moment.

 

“…You, you fear this deity, don’t you?”

 

A sly smile crept up the corner of Ian’s mouth. Fear and worship weren’t so different after all. Creatures by nature both yearned for and feared beings beyond their reach.

 

-…Kiiiii.

 

The battered eyeball rolled to the side. It was trying to figure out how to escape the current situation.

 

“Are you rolling your eyeball in submission right now?”

 

Though Ian seemed to interpret it a bit differently.

 

“Good! You ugly, wretched thing. If you worship this body, I shall spare your life—no, your eyeball! Kuhahahahahaha!”

 

“Hey, you crazy bastard! What are you doing! Hey! Soettong!”

 

“That crazy son of a bitch!”

 

Calisia and Izriel were horrified by this unexpected trolling behavior.

 

“Hurry up and cut it! Cut it!”

 

Calisia screamed for him to come to his senses. The seal characters carved into the mirror weren’t eternal. Moreover, by now the ones who created the Spirit Manipulation might have noticed something. Things were going awry.

 

‘What should I do? How do I deal with that damn worship-addicted bastard…? Ah!’

 

Calisia, who had been frowning and racking her brain, suddenly remembered something.

 

-Hooray! Long live our Young Master! Beautiful! Holy!

 

Crash-!

 

The eyeball that had been expanding its body exploded like a bomb, and flesh and fluid covered everything in all directions.

 

-Zei, id.

 

And through that, a small, thin platinum-haired girl fell unconscious. It was the mirror ghost, Sirillin Harie.

 

“Haah…”

 

Along with the relief that the matter had ended safely, a quiet stillness settled over the bathroom.

 

“This filthy and disgusting thing! You there! Hurry and wipe this deity’s body! What are you standing around for! Hurry up and wipe it!”

 

What broke the brief silence was Ian, who was throwing a fit by himself about cleanliness.

 

“…Izriel! Balak! Raktar! Take that bastard’s sword away!”

 

At Calisia’s shout, the two boys quickly rushed inside. Although they hadn’t seen Ian’s antics with their eyes, they had heard the sounds.

 

“Take it away!”

 

At Calisia’s indignant pointing, Comisae’s eyes turned red as they pounced on Ian.

 

Clang!

 

Under the indiscriminate attack, the divine sword fell to the floor and Ian came to his senses. He had returned to his usual cool and blunt gaze.

 

“You, you! Damn piece of metal, go throw it away right now!”

 

At the same time, the shouting Comisae members struck Ian’s back hard.

 

***

 

The mirror ghost story came to an end and peace returned to the annex building. The school atmosphere that had been dampened by the blinded students also regained its vitality. This was because their eyesight had completely returned.

 

-Thank you so much. We nobles of the Southern Port alliance will never forget the grace that you, Calisia, have bestowed upon us.

 

It was thanks to Calisia who had performed the purification ritual. Led by Elia, the second-generation Southern Port members swore on their family names that they would surely repay this great debt in the future.

 

“This is what living like a human being is!”

 

And as Balak had wished, peace also came to Comisae. It was because of Calisia, whose heart had become generous with the large sum of 1,000 coins. Finally, that damn coin hysteria had come to an end.

 

“Captain! Can I eat this?”

 

Balak held up a whole sausage the size of his palm.

 

“…Uh. Huh? Uh, yeah yeah. Eat it.”

 

Calisia, who had been spacing out, waved her hand carelessly. It was because of the words that Sirillin Harie had left behind.

 

-The guys who made me like that? To be honest, I don’t know. Besides, my memories from when I was wandering around as an eyeball are even hazy. However, one thing that’s certain is that I smelled some kind of incense.

 

Incense? What kind of incense?

 

It was the first time I smelled it so I can’t explain it properly… If I had to compare it to perfume, it was a woody type. It also had a smoky feeling.

 

Woody and smoky. As soon as she heard those two words, a strange sense of déjà vu washed over her.

 

It was woody yet musky. It had a relatively smoky feeling too. But it wasn’t really a spicy type either.

 

It was the Water Murder Spirits that had possessed the people of Talaph and Batar’s blacksmiths. They too had definitely said they smelled an ‘incense’ from the guys who made them like that.

 

‘Could it be the same guys? But for that to be the case, their areas of activity don’t overlap too much, ah…’

 

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

 

Before her thoughts could finish, someone knocked on the club room door as if they were going to break it down.

 

“Who is it?”

 

Balak, who had been chewing on his sausage, roughly wiped his greasy hands on his clothes and opened the door. Five boys and girls with shoulder insignia bearing scale emblems burst into the room.

 

“Is this the ‘Coin-Crazy Bastards’ club room?”

 

“Yes. That’s right?”

 

Calisia frowned and got up from the sofa. Who was this person barging into someone else’s club room and standing there with such authority?

 

“Student Calisia Valus. Student Izriel Hyacinth. You are under arrest for obstruction of business and official duties.”

 

“…What?”

 

“You sent letters to the alchemy shop and administrative office on Sun Street, didn’t you? We received a report about that incident. You need to come with us to the Disciplinary Committee room right now.”

 

The disciplinary committee members put handcuffs on both of their hands.

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