Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 122

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122.

 

[Imperial Crown Prince Ian Lakies encounters the notorious villainess Raktar Helios from the rumors…]

 

Elegant letters were carved in the air before scattering into sparkling particles of light. Following that, a vast Central Hall unfolded beneath a dazzling chandelier. Graceful melodies flowed as countless nobles enjoyed the ball, chatting amongst themselves.

 

“…”

 

Comisae glanced around the banquet hall with a bewildered expression. The trio familiar with Spirit Communication was trying to assess the situation, while the two ordinary people had no idea what was happening.

 

“It seems like we’ve entered a script where Ian and Raktar are the main characters. But why are our outfits like this?”

 

At Calisia’s words, the children looked around with strange expressions. It was because they all looked unfamiliar to each other, dressed up in dresses and uniforms.

 

“Pff, hahaha!”

 

Especially Raktar and Balak.

 

“…This must be Mind Control Magic. I’m seeing things. Just seeing things.”

 

Raktar looked down at himself and trembled with clenched fists. A gorgeous jeweled pin in his red hair and a black dress that revealed his silhouette perfectly. He was the villainess Raktar Helios, today’s female protagonist.

 

“…”

 

Ian, dressed in crown prince attire, frowned as if feeling nauseous. If there happened to be any inappropriate scenes in the script-.

 

“How terrible.”

 

He unconsciously muttered to himself.

 

“Fine, she’s the female protagonist so I get that, but why am I in this state?”

 

Meanwhile, Balak, wearing a bright yellow dress, crossed his arms with a disgruntled expression. His bronze muscles bulged through the delicate lace.

 

“…But what exactly is this world created by a ghost? Is it something like Illusion Magic?”

 

“It’s definitely Mental Manipulation Magic!”

 

Balak and Raktar showed signs of confusion. Even though they had experience dealing with the Eye Ghost, it was difficult to readily believe all of this.

 

“It’s definitely Spirit Communication, so don’t waste your energy for nothing. By the way, do what the ghost tells you to do. Otherwise, you might be trapped here forever.”

 

Calisia warned the two boys not to act rashly and ruin things.

 

‘But how are Lakies and Izriel so calm? As for Valus, with his abnormal knowledge about monsters and all… I suppose he might know about such bizarre things.’

 

Raktar narrowed his eyes and looked at the trio from Comisae. The doubts he had harbored since the mirror ghost incident came flooding back like waves.

 

‘Hmm, Izriel is also from a priestly background, so he might know about these things… But why is that bastard Lakies so calm by himself?’

 

[The play will begin shortly. Please familiarize yourselves with the script, cast members.]

 

Clang! Clang! Clang!

 

At that moment, a clear voice rang out along with bell sounds announcing the play.

 

Swoosh-!

 

A script written on large parchment unfolded from the ceiling, and a gray quill pen pointed at Balak.

 

“Huh? What am I supposed to do? Read it? Balak Titan, in a slightly venomous voice, to Princess Helios… Ah, ahhh!”

 

Crash!

 

Suddenly, a thick metal tray struck Balak hard on the crown of his head. He screamed “Kyaa-!” in pain as stars seemed to appear before his eyes.

 

[Do not read the stage directions. The play begins again.]

 

A kind warning rang out and the gray feather pen pointed at Balak again. He snapped to attention and fixed his eyes on the script.

 

“Duke’s Daughter of Helios? How remarkably thick-skinned you are.”

 

Balak covered his mouth with a fan and rolled his eyes spitefully. The gray feather pen wagged its tail feathers as if satisfied with his passionate performance.

 

“Th, that’s riiiight, aaah!”

 

Crash!

 

Izriel, who was delivering his next line, took the falling tray straight to his head. It was too fast for him to deploy his sacred power to defend himself.

 

[Please read the lines exactly as written. Do not stutter or drag out your words.]

 

The sharp pen tip cut through the air and rushed forward. With momentum that seemed ready to pierce his eyeball at any moment, Izriel gulped.

 

“That. Is. Right.”

 

He read out his assigned lines one syllable at a time, clearly and precisely. This time he passed safely. The feather pen pointed to the next actor. It was Calisia, who already wore a pitiful expression.

 

“D, Duke’s Daughter.”

 

Facing Raktar, she quickly lowered her gaze downward. It was because of the memory of being slapped at the previous ball for not knowing proper etiquette.

 

“Duke’s Daughter of Helios. How long do you intend to persecute Calisia?”

 

Ian roughly grabbed Duke’s Daughter Raktar’s thick wrist. Deep disgust leaked through his snarling lips.

 

“Your Highness, stop! I’m fine.”

 

Calisia, with her pale complexion, desperately grabbed the Crown Prince’s forearm. It meant she didn’t want any more commotion to arise in the Imperial Palace because of her.

 

“…Don’t act recklessly anymore and stay quiet as a mouse. Duke’s Daughter. My patience for the sake of your family house has reached its limit.”

 

Ian, who had been showing his displeasure with his whole body, finally revealed his killing intent. The woman who dared to try to possess him using her petty authority was Duke’s Daughter Raktar. Her vicious behavior was inevitably disgusting.

 

Whoosh!

 

Satisfied with the Crown Prince’s passionate performance, the feather pen turned toward Raktar.

 

“…?”

 

Raktar narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. It was because there was a blank space where there should have been lines.

 

“Something seems wrong. There are no lines, ugh!”

 

Crash!

 

A tray twice as thick as the others smacked Raktar’s head.

 

[The female protagonist must carve out her own destiny. Participate directly in the script and complete a wonderful story.]

 

The feather pen giggled strangely and glided smoothly through the air. It was as if a thousand-year-old frustration had been relieved.

 

“Ha! Fine! Isn’t this kind of play obvious!”

 

Raktar, with a fist-sized bump on his head, pointed accusingly at the feather pen.

 

“I no longer love Your Highness!”

 

Declaring this in a sharp tone, he pushed Ian backward. It was a touch that carried the resentment he had harbored for so long.

 

“…”

 

Ian made a sour expression and brushed off his chest area with quick pats. It meant even brief contact was uncomfortable.

 

“Why are you just standing there dumbfounded! You should grab my chin or hold my wrist saying I’m the first young lady to reject you, aaah! Why again! Why!”

 

Crash!

 

[For someone who was so confident, this is a very predictable development.]

 

The quill pen fluttered its tail feathers as if snorting and drew an X on the parchment.

 

[Don’t you have any fresh lines that could touch the audience’s heartstrings?]

 

“….”

 

At the obvious provocation, Raktar’s eyes blazed with fire. And the play resumed.

 

“Please, just look at me once… Ah, ahhh!”

 

“Without the Ducal House’s divine light, Your Highness’s succession… Oh, ow!”

 

“Who are you? I’m not the Princess of Helios… Eek, eek!”

 

“Go ahead and have all the love you want with someone else. What I want is a political partner, nothing more, nothing le— Ahhhhh! Where the hell do these damn trays keep falling from!”

 

Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!

 

Silver trays poured down like shooting stars. Comisae, who had gathered on the floor at some point, watched Raktar’s one-man show. Only Ian, playing the opposite role, was keeping up with the rhythm with a disgusted expression.

 

“That line from earlier wasn’t too bad, was it?”

 

“I think everything that could come out has come ouuuut.”

 

“The way I see it. This is like a demon realm that can only be escaped when Raktar’s skull is cracked.”

 

Calisia shook her head as if feeling sorry. Even in the midst of this, trays were falling relentlessly.

 

“When! When will this damn play end— Ahhhhh!”

 

Raktar, beaten all over his body, screamed in agony. Of course, the beating continued even after that. Until the wicked princess climbed to the Crown Prince’s Bedroom and the play ended.

 

And then…

 

“Raktar Helios. From now on, stay at least ten steps away from me. No, don’t let me see you at all.”

 

Ian, who had escaped from the demon realm, declared a restraining order against the Third Prince.

 

***

 

-Since you completed your own story, I’ll give you a gift.

 

What the Grand Theater Ghost offered was an unreleased script with the name ‘Olivia Boneta’ written on it. He said the Theater Club would surely love it if they brought it to them.

 

-In the end, it’s just running errands for him.

 

Calisia, who had grumbled for about 10 minutes about the unprofitable reward, eventually set out to find the Theater Club.

 

-Senior Olivia Boneta is a legend of the Theater Club! Not only is she an excellent actress, but every script she writes becomes a huge hit. But to think Senior’s unreleased script was buried in the storage room. Ah, wait! Just a moment. We don’t have anything to give you, but at least take this…!

 

And what they received in return were 20 Grand Theater invitation tickets.

 

“…Invitation tickets.”

 

Calisia placed the invitation tickets on the club room table. She was grateful, but she wished they had shown their appreciation with coins instead.

 

“Captain. Do you know how much one of those tickets costs? 30 coins.”

 

“30 coins? Then this is worth 600 coins?”

 

Balak made a fuss, saying that Grand Theater tickets were something the seniors couldn’t live without. It was because of Sorpina Langbua and Terius Kozel, who played the lead roles.

 

“They’re so popular that scalpers are always rampant.”

 

Ian said as he picked up two invitation tickets.

 

“If it’s Sorpina Langbua and Terius Kozel, I’ve heard of them too. But scalping tickets? Tsk!”

 

“…Get away.”

 

Ian had a mild seizure when Raktar suddenly appeared beside him. It was one of the side effects from the bedroom scene he experienced in the Demon Realm.

 

“Everyone.”

 

Just then, Calisia called out to the team members with a voice that sounded like she had made some kind of decision.

 

“Let’s sell these.”

 

It was the dark business of scalping tickets.

 

“Scalp the tickets?”

 

“Of course I know that scalping is a despicable act that ruins healthy theater culture and should be eliminated, but we’re not in a position to be picky about cold coins or hot coins right now.”

 

Having finished both her confession and rationalization simultaneously, Calisia grabbed all the theater tickets.

 

And, a few days later-.

 

“Hahahahahahahaha.”

 

Calisia, who was rolling around on the club room sofa, hummed a tune. The profit from selling the golden scales and scalped tickets had reached about 2,500 coins.

 

“Valus. Don’t lie down right after eating. Oh, and this.”

 

Ian, who was nagging about how it would upset her stomach, held out an ochre envelope. It had a scale pattern wax seal stamped on it.

 

“What’s this?”

 

“It’s mail from the Disciplinary Committee.”

 

“Oh, is this about the lawsuit I filed against the alchemy shop and administrative office last time?”

 

Calisia, who had been yawning lazily, casually took the envelope.

 

“…Lawsuit filing fee and mandatory attorney appointment notice?”

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