Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 19

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19.

This won’t do, that won’t do either. Calisia threw the unnecessary books to the floor with sharp movements. With hundreds of books to examine between just her and Ian, it felt like her eyes would fall out.

Why were only the two of them looking through all these books when there were so many people in Tiger Disaster Village?

The people of Tiger Disaster Village were all illiterate, so the only helping hand they could borrow was Ian, who had the Translation Service applied to him.

“Hey, Cow Dung. Did you find anything?”

“…Late in the evening, a tiger with a massive body crossed over the fence and entered Scholar Kim’s house. What awaited the ferocious mountain beast was a shaman who was said to wander the eight provinces of the nation.”

At Calisia’s question, Ian read aloud from the book he was holding.

“A shaman? Is this a story about a shaman defeating a tiger? Continue.”

“The tiger that crossed the fence transformed into a beautiful handsome man. The shaman unconsciously averted her gaze from his firm chest illuminated by moonlight….”

“Ugh!”

Calisia snatched the book from Ian’s hands. The Shaman and the Tiger, That Passionate Night. After confirming the title, she tore the book to shreds.

“General! You should properly mark adult content! Instead of breaking incense, remove stuff like this!”

Calisia strode toward the incense burner and burst into angry scolding.

***

“I found it. The method to defeat the Changgui.”

Calisia, who had gathered the village people, declared with a haggard face. It was a stone tomb called Tiger Food Tomb.

Four things were needed. A body part of the Changgui, stones to pile up the tomb, a round vessel called a steamer, and a sword.

The stones were shackles to suppress evil energy, and the steamer was the iron bars to imprison it. Also, the sword stuck above the steamer holes was lightning to punish the evil spirit—.

The Tiger Food Tomb was essentially an eternal prison to burn and confine the Changgui.

“However, I need the help of you brothers.”

A heavy silence descended upon the gathering. To create the Tiger Food Tomb, they needed to accurately identify the Changgui and find its corpse.

In other words, someone had to dig through the corpse-filled mugwort field with their bare hands.

***

The tiger subjugation force was assembled again. The quiet village regained some vitality as it busied itself with hunting preparations.

“Yin-yang sect, Five Elements sect, Four Seasons sect….”

Calisia sat in the room and wrote the Protection Scripture on white cloth garment with her own blood. It was because of Ian, who had become the bait to lure the evil spirit.

According to the books, the method to lure out Changgui was with plums or dogwood berries. They would go crazy and rush toward sour things.

But unfortunately, the only fruit in Tiger Disaster Village was dried persimmons. So what choice was there? They had to use the Seductive Ghost Gate Death Technique.

“Cow Dung, it’s done. Now try it on.”

Calisia made a “ta-da” sound with her mouth and spread out the completed cloth garment for display.

“….”

Ian, who had been standing in the corner of the room, stared intently at Calisia while clearly showing his displeasure.

“What? Why are you standing there like that? I told you to try it on. What, should I put it on you?”

Calisia, holding the cloth garment, stood up from her seat.

“…I heard there were prying eyes whenever the knights took off their uniforms to run exercises, and it was you after all.”

“What are you talking about? I never did that. But they take off their uniforms? Who? When?”

Calisia, who had been jumping up and down saying it was news to her, soon asked with sparkling eyes.

“It really is you.”

Ian showed disgust, asking if she wasn’t even trying to hide it. Calisia was, to put it nicely, without pretense, and to put it badly, without dignity.

“Usually when someone is changing clothes, it’s polite to leave the room. Especially if that person is of the opposite sex.”

“Ah— what did I think you meant. This goes over your clothes. Though if you really want, you could take them off and put it on. How should I help?”

Calisia grinned and deliberately shot him a sticky gaze.

“Turn your eyes away.”

Ian snatched the cloth garment from Calisia’s hands.

“Why. If you’re the young master of a ducal house, don’t the maids help you change clothes? Young Master—.”

“Don’t think about touching my body.”

Ian, whose neck had turned red, stepped back and warned her.

“Young Master—.”

“Stay still.”

Calisia and Ian faced off tensely in the narrow room.

“Ahem, ahem! Are you finished preparing?”

Just then, the sound of throat clearing came from outside the door. Feeling awkward at the sound of someone looking for them, the two people grabbed the clothes and went outside.

“We’ve gathered most of the items you mentioned.”

Axe pointed to the courtyard full of bundles large and small and weapons.

“But we gathered all the Tiger Hunters’ weapons like you said to… Won’t carrying all this just be a burden?”

“It’s not like we can all use these things anyway.”

The village people looked at the armful of gathered weapons with slight concern.

“I’m not bringing them for you brothers to use. I’m bringing them for their original owners to use. Oh, did you bring that soil?”

At Calisia’s question, one of the men set down a fairly heavy sack on the ground. It was soil freshly dug from the gravesite of the dead Tiger Hunters.

“When we get to the mugwort field, I’ll use these weapons and soil to summon the souls of the Tiger Hunters.”

Ghosts to shamans, tiger hunting to Tiger Hunters. Whatever it was, it was best to leave it to the experts first.

***

The subjugation force diligently climbed the mountain. The first thing they did upon reaching the summit was to identify the Changgui guarding the field.

“…That’s right. It’s Byeonggap.”

Axe, who had stolen a glance at the mugwort field from behind the trees, nodded with a bitter voice. Even though half his face was blown away, the bright features were unmistakably Byeonggap from the house below.

“Brothers! Gather around.”

Calisia, who had been rummaging through the bundles, called the men together. It was to explain today’s operation.

“For this Tiger Food Tomb, you just need to remember four things. Burn the corpse, pile up the stone tomb, place the steamer on top, and pierce the steamer holes with a sword.”

It’s really easy. Calisia explained the Tiger Food Tomb once more to the men who clearly showed signs of nervousness.

“For now, there’s just one thing you brothers need to do. Find Byeonggap’s corpse. Head, arms, legs, hands, feet. Anything is fine. Even if it’s a very small part, if you think it’s Byeonggap’s, bring it to me immediately.”

Calisia said this while sticking talismans all over the men’s clothes to block the Changgui’s sight.

“And absolutely do not step on or touch the mugwort. If you accidentally touch the mugwort, immediately cover your mouth and hold your breath.”

Calisia earnestly warned the men, perhaps a bit excessively. This was under the premise that Ian, who became the bait, would hold the Changgui’s attention without anyone touching the mugwort.

“Then when I give the signal later, please go straight to the mugwort field.”

After exchanging glances with the men, Calisia muffled her footsteps and headed toward the mugwort field. It was because of Ian, who would be alone.

The fishing spot where Ian, who became the bait, positioned himself was near the pointed rock where the mugwort field began.

“….”

Ian looked out at the mugwort field from within a salt circle drawn without a single gap. He too had talismans stuck on his clothes like the other village people.

Tap tap—

Calisia, who had hidden her presence, lightly tapped Ian’s hand. Although she had blocked the Changgui’s sight, the distance was too close.

“Here.”

She quietly handed him a pouch containing salt and a thin needle. Today’s operation was to lure the Changgui with the blood of Ghost Gate Observation and trap it within the salt circle.

“When I give the signal, pierce your finger with the needle then. And buy as much time as possible. So the brothers can find the corpse.”

If they trapped the Changgui in a salt barrier from the start, the tigers would notice. So they had to execute the plan when the Changgui, having lost interest, turned its attention back to the mugwort field.

“Is that all we need to do?”

Ian asked, glaring intently at the Changgui with its horrific appearance. If he failed to properly capture that thing, the helpless farmers would die.

So there could be no disruption to the plan.

“Yeah. Well, if you’re really worried, try sitting in a sexier pose or something. Ooh-.”

Calisia pursed her lips toward Ian, let out a small laugh, and left her spot.

***

Thunk-

Thunk-

Calisia drove the Tiger Hunters’ weapons into the ground. In necromancy, objects used by the dead during their lifetime were excellent mediums.

“Brothers. The grave soil.”

One of the subjugation force members set down a sack filled with soil in front of Calisia.

“Let me see.”

She untied the string binding the sack and scooped up a handful of soil with both hands. Then she piled it in small mounds on the ground where the weapons were planted. The sight looked like small earthen hills or perhaps graves.

After creating several small burial mounds with soil from the Tiger Hunters’ graves, she stuck incense into them.

Then the men with flint competed to light the incense. Soon after, white smoke rose endlessly toward the sky.

As if showing someone the way.

“Now let’s begin.”

Calisia found the drum in her bundle and knelt down in front of the weapons.

Boom-!

Boom-!

Boom-!

A shamanic ritual to summon the souls of the Tiger Hunters began.

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