Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 21

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21.

-How is it?

-How does it feel?

“If there are any changes in your body, tell us immediately.”

Isaac, the Previous Head of House, and Ian spoke in turn.

“Not bad? Just a little sweet grass fla… Aaaahhhhh!”

Calisia, who had been casually chewing and swallowing the mugwort, suddenly let out a scream. The mugwort juice that had felt somewhat warm in her throat became as hot as lava the moment it reached her chest.

“Gah!”

As the pain gradually intensified, she clutched her heart and rolled around on the floor. Not only tears but also snot and saliva dripped down her chin.

“Hah, ugh…!”

Her consciousness gradually sank below the surface due to the endless agony.

※ Consumption may be followed by considerable pain, so be careful when ingesting…

The last thing she saw in her fading consciousness was the warning text in the scroll.

“Gen…eral. This… foot…”

Calisia’s head tilted to the side with a thud.

***

“Are those two actually close, or not close at all?”

The Northern Knights gathered in one corner of the training ground were having a serious conversation. Their greatest interest lately had been Calisia and Ian.

More precisely, the strange and peculiar relationship between the two.

“Go down further.”

Ian pressed down firmly on Calisia’s back as she was doing push-ups on the training ground floor. Her thin arms trembled like aspen leaves.

“…You, bastard, repaying, kindness with, revenge?”

Calisia, whose entire body was drenched in sweat, barely lifted her head. His dry face looked particularly annoying today while she was the only one suffering.

“Don’t use tricks and go down further. More, more.”

Ian, looking down with lowered eyes, pressed Calisia’s back once again. He scolded her, asking if she hadn’t noticed her lack of arm strength when beating the drum at Tiger Disaster Village.

“I’m, going! I, went down!”

“If you don’t do it properly, we’ll start over from the beginning.”

Ian, standing with his hands behind his back, threatened menacingly.

“…Two, three- three again. Go down further. Valus.”

“What’s the, point of, fixing my, heart with hard-to-find, mugwort! My, heart’s about to, burst now! Hah- I can’t! I can’t do it!”

It had been two weeks since she was reborn with a new heart after eating the miraculous mugwort- thanks to the Previous Head of House who opened her blood vessels, she had awakened her special ability, but failed to manifest proper flames.

How should she put it. If compared to a car, the engine starts but it won’t move forward.

“I can’t, do it!”

Calisia, raising the white flag, collapsed flat on the floor. Releasing all the strength from her body and surrendering to gravity felt incredibly comfortable.

“Hearts don’t burst that easily.”

Ian grabbed the collapsed Calisia’s arm and pulled her up. Her limp body was dragged up along with his solid strength.

“What does special abilities have to do with push-ups anyway! It’s not like magic shoots out from muscles!”

Calisia, who had straightened her body under Ian’s pressure, protested roughly.

“Do you know what most mages make the biggest mistake about? They think physical training is completely separate from themselves.”

In short, their attitude was that their power came from their heads. But mental labor was work that required infinite stamina.

“Moreover, special abilities originate from a person’s vital energy. And that vital energy comes from the body. The blood, flesh, and bones that make up your body. Do you know what this means?”

Calisia, who was panting, shook her head saying nothing was getting through to her ears right now.

“Watch carefully. This is mana.”

Ian, extending his right hand, created a small crimson flame above his palm.

“And this is light, the unique special ability of House Rakies.”

Ian, extending his left hand, created a brilliant white light as bright as the sun.

“Special ability users like us mainly use this by overlaying our abilities on top of mana.”

Ian overlapped his left hand over his right. The white light mixed with the crimson flame, transforming into a mysterious golden color.

“This form is how we normally use our special abilities. Do you understand?”

Calisia, exhausted to the limit, nodded roughly.

“What’s important here is that instead of releasing special abilities and mana separately and then combining them like this, you need to mix them inside your body before outputting them.”

“That’s too difficult.”

“It is difficult. Overlaying special abilities on mana is a considerably high-level technique. Then why do special ability users bother to endure such trouble?”

Ian looked intently at Calisia as if telling her to think carefully.

“Because it’s stronger?”

“Correct. The method we currently use maximizes the abilities that special ability users possess. You could also say it has good efficiency. But that’s not the fundamental reason. Do you remember where I said special abilities originate from earlier?”

“Vital energy.”

Calisia provided the correct answer, saying she remembered at least that much.

“Then where does that vital energy come from?”

“The body. Ah, don’t tell me… Because of lack of stamina?”

Calisia looked at Ian with an expression of disbelief.

“Correct. Lack of stamina.”

“Correct?”

Calisia blinked her eyelids slowly.

“Now, Valus. Then what should we do?”

Ian, bending at the waist, matched Calisia’s eye level. Then with a gentle gesture, he extended his hand to her.

“…?”

Calisia, with a question mark floating above her head, carefully grasped the hand placed before her.

“You’ll have to get back down.”

Get down. Ian, showing resolute eyes, firmly pulled her wrist and placed it on the floor.

“…You, you crazy bastard!”

Calisia, who had been speechless with her mouth agape for a moment, screamed loud enough to shake the training ground.

“They don’t seem close.”

The knights watching the two made a “tsk” sound and spoke.

“Kids originally grow up fighting, you know.”

“Isn’t that fighting too much?”

The knights shook their heads, saying they couldn’t understand it at all.

“Oh! Over there! A real fight broke out!”

At one knight’s words, the entire knight order turned their heads in unison. In the distance, they could see Calisia, who had gotten up, pulling at Ian’s hair.

“Hey, hey! What are you doing! Go stop them!”

The knight order, who had been staring blankly at the scene, came to their senses and rushed forward.

***

“…”

Ian, who had a handful of hair pulled out, was frowning in the rest area set up in one corner of the training ground. He was annoyed to just let it slide, but he couldn’t exactly grab her hair in the same way.

“What are you looking at.”

Calisia shook off the hair stuck to her hands and leaned back in her chair. Ah, this exhilarating feeling that made a week’s worth of muscle pain disappear-.

“Ian Lakies. You are ignorant. That means you’re stupid. On top of that, you have absolutely nothing that could be called knowledge.”

Calisia, opening the textbook she had made herself, repeated the Previous Head of House’s words.

“So stop glaring and study.”

[ Taeul Protection Scripture ]

The Chinese characters written densely in the textbook were sacred texts that protected oneself from evil spirits. The reason for making Ian, who wasn’t even a shaman, memorize scriptures was because of word spirits.

All living human words contained special power within them. Moreover, Word Spirits grew stronger the deeper the speaker’s earnest desire.

The desperation to live, the wish to achieve, the heart that seeks to protect….

Therefore, even if one wasn’t a shaman, it was good to know at least some Protection Scripture. For someone with the Ghost Gate Observation constitution who never knew when they might be possessed by evil spirits, scriptures were no different from self-defense spray.

“Read it.”

“Taesang wa….”

Ian, who had been openly showing his displeasure, obediently accepted the textbook. It was because of Calisia’s abilities he had witnessed in Tiger Disaster Village. Of course, countless questions still surrounded her, but one thing seemed certain. That Calisia was the solution that would change his life.

“It’s not ‘wa,’ it’s ‘wal.'”

As soon as the lesson began, Calisia pointed out Ian’s pronunciation.

“Waa.”

Ian, with a puzzled expression, opened his lips slightly. Since it was an unfamiliar foreign language, the pronunciation wasn’t easy.

“No, I said ‘wal.'”

“Right. Waa.”

Calisia tapped the table with her hand, telling him to concentrate.

“No. Not ‘waa-‘ but ‘wal.’ Wal-wal! The ‘wal’ from that!”

Calisia put her hands together like front paws and imitated a dog barking.

“No noble in the Empire makes dog barking sounds.”

Ian frowned deeply and scolded Calisia, asking if she knew no shame, let alone dignity.

“Yeah. But you need to make it. Try following along. Wal-wal.”

Calisia didn’t back down and responded.

“I won’t do it.”

“What are you going to do if you don’t? Wal-wal!”

“How childish. Stop it.”

Ian drew a line as if he didn’t want to be grouped at the same level.

“Shtahp iht.”

Calisia stretched her lips downward and provoked Ian.

“I told you to stop.”

“Yhou thold mhe tho shtahp.”

“I said stop….”

Ian clenched his fists and exhaled sharply. What made his throat burn hotly was anger.

“…it!”

Finally unable to contain his anger, Ian kicked his chair and stood up.

“Oh, oh! Those two are fighting again!”

“Hey! Stop them! Stop them!”

The knights who had been training discovered the two and once again rushed forward.

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