Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 121

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121.

 

“Ah, ugh…”

 

The delicate work of extracting gold embedded in dung, washing it with water, and drying it. COMISAE, who had been tormented by intense labor all dawn, entered the lecture hall looking like a zombie.

 

“Ugh, what’s that smell?”

 

The freshmen covered their noses at the subtle stench and looked around. They glanced at COMISAE with expressions of disbelief.

 

“Sniff, sniff!”

 

Under the sudden attention, COMISAE buried their nose in their arms and shoulders. All they could smell was the strong scent of perfume. Of course, there was a possibility that their sense of smell had gone haywire.

 

“What are you looking at?”

 

At COMISAE’s personality that pierced the heavens from morning, the students pretended not to notice and looked ahead. Imperial family wasn’t enough – there were even the Four Great Ducal Houses and great nobles. There was nothing good about getting into trouble with them.

 

“In good conscience, let’s all sit in the back together.”

 

COMISAE nodded and collapsed into a seat in the very back row of the lecture hall. It had been a time where the mental shock was greater than the physical fatigue.

 

“Now, everyone!”

 

The door opened and Professor Diner, who was in charge of Basic Understanding of Magical Power, entered. At her always cheerful smile, the students smiled along. She was one of the few kind professors in this rough and harsh Helorn.

 

“Today we’ll be learning about mana control. Teaching assistants!”

 

The lecture hall door opened and the teaching assistants entered in formation. Shortly after, they distributed stone chunks embedded with small magic crystals to the freshmen.

 

“Are there any students who can float the stone chunk in front of you in the air?”

 

At the professor’s question, all the freshmen raised their hands. Floating objects in the air was part of basic magic.

 

“Then what about students who can extract just the magic crystal?”

 

This time too, almost all students raised their hands. Except for COMISAE, who had been severely tormented by griffin dung the night before.

 

“You all look very confident. Shall we give it a try?”

 

Clap! Professor Diner smiled with her eyes and clapped her hands.

 

“Magic crystal! Rise up!”

 

“Magic crystal! Reveal yourself in the void!”

 

Dozens of stone chunks floating around the lecture hall. Here and there, light imbued with mana burst forth along with various spells. Only COMISAE sat there without any motivation, chin propped on hand.

 

“Hmm… It doesn’t seem to be working well. Then let me pose a question here. Why did the stone chunks float up instead of the magic crystals? You there! Students sitting in the back row!”

 

“Because the magic crystals are embedded too deeply in the stone chunks. They get dragged along together.”

 

Just like how griffin dung gets dragged along with gold. COMISAE answered in a half-dead voice and swallowed the rest of their words.

 

“That’s correct. To be a bit more precise, it’s because the concentration of mana wasn’t properly achieved. Everyone, when you just tried to extract the magic crystals, where did you concentrate your mana?”

 

“On the magic crystals!”

 

“That’s exactly the problem. Because you concentrated mana on the magic crystals, the stone chunks ended up being lifted instead. Now, watch.”

 

Professor Diner drew up her mana. And before long, blue light extending in all directions penetrated deep into the bottom of the stone chunk.

 

“When you need to extract an object embedded this deeply, you must control your mana starting from a wide area and surrounding the target object.”

 

The blue mana divided into several branches wrapped around the magic crystal as if embracing it.

 

Whoosh-!

 

And soon the magic crystal floated high up into the sky.

 

“…Professor!”

 

Seeing this, COMISAE suddenly jumped up from their seats. They looked at Professor Diner with resentful expressions.

 

“Huh, what?”

 

Quite flustered, she pursed her lips into a round shape.

 

“You should have told us in advance! In advance!”

 

If they had known, they wouldn’t have done the manual dung removal work. COMISAE slumped down in their seats as if they couldn’t bear the frustration and emptiness.

 

“I didn’t know there were students so passionate about advance learning. Haha. Everyone, applause!”

 

Professor Diner nodded repeatedly, expressing admiration for their enthusiasm for magic.

 

‘…Crazy bastards, why are they acting like that.’

 

The New Students clapped with lukewarm expressions.

 

***

 

“When the hell does this damn campus service end?”

 

Raktar, holding a broom in his hand, surveyed the vast Grand Theater while expressing his dissatisfaction. Of course, it was a hundred, a thousand times better than the Monster Dung Shed.

 

“Still better than the Breeding Facility. At least no one takes dumps here.”

 

Balak sniffed various parts of his body, saying the smell still didn’t seem to have gone away. The way the kids stared at him in the Lecture Hall was proof of that.

 

“What do you mean no one?”

 

“Ra, Rakiesss! Why do you keep, staring at me from earlier!”

 

Izriel glared at Ian while covering his chest. Lately, whenever he saw him, he picked fights – something seemed to have seriously twisted his mood.

 

“It’s 2 weeks of campus service, so we just need to finish this week.”

 

Calisia gave a bitter smile at the Team Members who were getting along so well today too.

 

“Is everyone gathered?”

 

Just then, a student with wheat-colored hair braided to one side opened the door and entered. She was a Drama Club Member from the Academy.

 

“This side is the Storage Room and this side is the actors’ Waiting Room. Also…”

 

Her eyes sparkling, she introduced various parts of the Grand Theater with lengthy explanations. She seemed extremely proud to be a Drama Club Member.

 

“Today you just need to clean mainly the theater Floor and Seats. When you’re done, please go to the Storage Room and sort through some Scripts. The ones with red marks are going to be discarded, so just gather those together, and the ones with green marks should be organized by date.”

 

She said there were many interesting Scripts in the Storage Room and recommended reading them when they had time. Especially the short One-Act Plays that were popular 10 years ago were quite interesting, she said.

 

***

 

“That prince stands up a hundred times a day.”

 

“Father-in-law is an unstoppable count.”

 

“The young lady is no longer sister-in-law.”

 

COMISAE blinked rapidly while looking at the One-Act Play the Drama Club Member had recommended. No matter how they looked at it, it wasn’t in a state suitable for staging at the Academy theater.

 

“It’s shameful to even call such trash a play! It just follows trends and has no depth!”

 

Raktar threw the Script to the Floor in indignation. As someone who loved and appreciated art, he couldn’t tolerate such vulgar material.

 

“So full of family love, overflowing with it. Father-in-law, brother-in-law, sister-in-law, sister-in-law’s sister – what chaos. Total chaos.”

 

Calisia picked up the Script that Raktar had thrown. The content was as provocative as the title, but it was definitely entertaining. Just as the Drama Club Member had said.

 

“But it’s interesting though? Ah, this is really funny.”

 

Calisia and Balak giggled as they became absorbed in the Script. Izriel also joined in, and a delightful reading session unfolded.

 

“Soettong. Look at this.”

 

Calisia, who had been reading the climax, gestured to Ian.

 

“I’m done.”

 

Ian, whose ears had turned bright red, distanced himself far from the script. This time, he was in complete agreement with Raktar.

 

“Father-in-law is an unstoppable count? Are you really saying that kind of thing is interesting?”

 

Raktar clicked his tongue as he watched the children who were almost about to be sucked into the script.

 

“It’s not really a father-in-law, but someone who ‘almost became’ one that she’s dating. The son is adopted too, so there’s no blood relation.”

 

“It’s just an excuse.”

 

Raktar snatched the script from Calisia’s hands. Instead of wasting time reading such low-quality material, they should be cleaning.

 

“It’s just entertaining. Hey, do you know how hard it is to write like this? Originally, melodrama is harder to write.”

 

“Hard? Isn’t that kind of vulgar novel all predictable anyway?”

 

Raktar snorted, saying he could write such things with his eyes closed.

 

Hissssss-

 

And then, pitch-black ghostly energy began flowing out from the one-act play script.

 

-…Predictable?

 

A voice filled with anger faintly echoed through the storage room. Soon after, the scripts in the storage room began trembling with rage.

 

“Hey, Raktar. Be quiet.”

 

Calisia, who sensed something was terribly wrong, put her index finger to her lips.

 

“What did I say wro… ugh, mmph!”

 

Izriel covered Raktar’s mouth. Every time the Third Prince spoke, the ghostly energy grew thicker.

 

-Really? Then why don’t you try writing one yourselves!

 

Kiaaaaaaaa!

 

A ghostly wail echoed and enormous evil energy swallowed COMISAE.

 

[The Princess Notorious as a Villainess Climbed into the Prince’s Bedroom]

 

In the pitch-black darkness like the back of a stage-. A parchment with only the title written on it appeared. The panicked COMISAE each drew upon their mana and remained alert of their surroundings.

 

“Did we get caught in a magic circle! Teleportation magic? Or illusion magic?”

 

Raktar and Balak pounded hard on the walls erected in all directions. Bang! Bang! Bang! The expressions of the two boys gradually hardened at the space that didn’t show even a scratch from their mana-infused attacks.

 

“It’s the demon realm.”

 

“Demon realm.”

 

“De, mon reaaalm.”

 

Calisia, Ian, and Izriel said simultaneously.

 

“Demon realm?”

 

“Thanks to someone, we’re trapped in a world created by a ghost.”

 

Calisia rubbed her face dry while looking at the parchment that was completely empty without any content. Then, a long quill pen appeared above the blank paper.

 

Scratch scratch-

 

[Complete a story that will make the audience cheer. Then I’ll give you a gift.]

 

Flash!

 

Bright lights turned on and the stage began.

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