Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 23

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23.

His attitude demanding an answer was confident. It seemed like the gift he had offered was worth something.

‘Ah… I thought the older sister side would be somewhat reasonable.’

Beep-

Wrong.

Calisia Valus, who had been hit hard on the back of her head, looked at Rael with bleary eyes. She hadn’t been scolding her twin brother’s rudeness just now. She had merely pointed out his attitude of trying to get answers without paying a price.

‘Does Valus not have the concept of rudeness?’

Calisia Valus rested her chin on her hand and seriously pondered the answer.

“When people are hungry, what can’t they eat? Just think whatever you want.”

The end of her thoughts was giving up. She wasn’t even their parent, so why should she step forward? After all, character maintenance should be handled by the place of origin.

“You really ate bugs? Ugh…!”

Lucian deliberately made retching sounds and pushed his chair back.

“Lucian. Stop it.”

A voice as soft as silk blocked Lucian’s path. A mysterious boy with honey-thick golden hair and pomegranate-like eyes was impressive. It was Sirion Valus, the Second Wife’s son.

“Sirion, what’s it to you?”

“He’s a brother who returned after years. We should welcome him.”

Sirion sat next to Calisia Valus and gave her a nod of greeting. He asked how she was doing, wondering if it had been difficult being away from home all this time.

‘Yes! This is right. There can’t be no normal ones at all.’

Calisia Valus looked at Sirion with moist eyes.

“How ridiculous. Mind your own business and stay holed up in your room. Just because one servant died, you cried for days and days, and now you’re finally living a bit… Ow! Why do you keep hitting me!”

Lucian, who had been hit by Rael again, fumed with irritation.

“He was a capable and loyal servant. Do you think it’s easy to find proper personnel? This is a loss of both property and time.”

Rael scolded Lucian, saying that true loyalty was something hard to buy even with chests of gold.

“The brown-haired, skinny servant, right? The one who was always stuck right next to you. Tsk, what a waste. By the way, Sirion. I heard you took in that servant’s family?”

“…What a saint you’ve become.”

Lucian, who had turned his chair to the side, muttered sarcastically in a low voice.

“Yeah. I’d heard their household finances were declining… Plus, at the funeral they were crying about having no way to make a living, and it made me feel bad. And Gale’s son is quite clever.”

“Good choice. The bloodline of a fine horse is bound to be even more excellent.”

Rael praised Sirion, saying that recognizing future value was a very important virtue.

‘Is that one Rael? His way of thinking has been peculiar from earlier.’

Calisia Valus, who had been quietly listening to the two brothers’ conversation, shook her head as if she couldn’t understand.

“But that servant, was his funeral properly held?”

Calisia Valus poked at her steak with her fork and asked in an indifferent voice. At the unexpected question, the brothers’ gazes flew to her.

“Yeah. Though it wasn’t much, I put a lot of care into it.”

Sirion cast his melancholy eyes downward and gave a bitter smile.

“Putting so much care into a mere servant’s funeral is unnecessary waste, but it’s worth enduring to gain a future fine horse.”

Seeing this, Rael muttered to himself that it had been a rational and reasonable action.

“Properly held… But about that servant. What was the cause of death?”

“Cause of death?”

“Why, under what circumstances, how did he die?”

Calisia Valus raised the tip of her knife and stabbed the steak repeatedly. A vengeful spirit harboring terrible resentment was hovering around Sirion.

“Ah… It was drowning. On a rainy day, he slipped and fell into the river.”

“…Well, I see.”

He’s lying. Calisia Valus’s gaze touched the area around Sirion’s shoulder. A skull half-caved in with broken bones and torn flesh.

-The brown-haired, skinny servant, right?

Though it was hard to see clearly through the blood and flesh, it was definitely brown. Added to that were completely torn clothes and burst, gouged skin. This was clearly the appearance of someone beaten to death.

‘Look here! Look here! This damn household! There isn’t a single decent child!’

Calisia Valus, who had been hit on the back of the head repeatedly, exploded with anger inside. With triangular eyes, she swept her gaze over these blood relatives of hers. A rude and childish brat, and that sister who only recited correct answers to psychopath tests with her cursed empathy abilities. And even a split personality who killed people with an angel-like gentle face.

The lineup was so spectacular that the child-rearing was a complete failure among failures. Sigh… The foundation is the problem, the foundation.

“But why do you ask?”

Sirion, making eye contact with Calisia Valus, asked in a gentle tone.

“Just curious since you said he was a cherished servant.”

“Is that so?”

“That’s right.”

With deep silence, their gazes toward each other became deeply entangled. It was such a strange atmosphere that even the twins could sense it.

“The Head of House enters!”

At that moment, a booming voice broke the silence and echoed throughout the hall. The young Valus members stiffened with tension and rose from their seats.

Thud- Thud-

With each approaching leisurely footstep, the brothers’ shoulders trembled finely. It was truly an enormous sense of pressure.

‘What kind of aura is this…’

Calisia Valus unconsciously clicked her tongue at the aura felt from outside the door. The tingling in her fingertips was a fierce presence that couldn’t be considered human.

Through the open door, the tip of leather shoes and the hem of a cloak entered. The young Valus members looked at the Head of House with eyes mixed with fear and awe. Long black hair covering his neckline and red eyes boiling fiercely like lava. The owner of the Ducal House called the eternal flame and demon of hell, Valtain Valus.

“We greet the Head of House.”

The brothers, who had momentarily stopped breathing at the king’s procession, came to their senses and bowed. Valtain swept his indifferent gaze over his children.

‘Is that really human?’

Under the aura heavily pressing down on her breathing, Calisia Valus drew up her Divine Power to protect herself. That Valtain was closer to fire itself than human.

“…”

Valtain’s gaze, which had been passing by meaninglessly, stopped at one point. Calisia Valus. He felt struggling attempts to push him away from that young one. A clear yet spirited energy blew like a gentle breeze.

Valtain’s gaze remained on Calisia Valus for quite a long time. She was a child whose Special Ability and mana were so pitiful that it was hard to believe she was direct lineage. Her maternal family’s influence was also minimal, so he had thought she wouldn’t be able to endure even internal family power struggles, let alone ceremonies. But perhaps because he had kept her out of sight for so long. The child he faced after a long time was different from before and knew how to draw his interest considerably.

“Everyone sit.”

Valtain, withdrawing his gaze, commanded in an arrogant tone. At the Head of House’s cold voice, the young Valus members’ knees buckled. They sat in their chairs as if collapsing and tried to put strength in their legs. It was the beginning of an uncomfortable family meal.

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Mmm-

Calisia Valus pushed the steak she had so longed for into her mouth. She couldn’t even hear the other brothers talking about achievements and family trends beside her. Ah, so tender. The meat from the Northern Castle wasn’t of this quality.

‘From what the Northern Knights said, the meals at the Separate Palace are supposed to be really good. What Ian eats must be even better, right? Is it roughly similar to this?’

I should steal some later. Calisia Valus chewed the meat combatively while thinking of Ian’s face. Surely the Grand Duke’s Son’s meals would be better than the knights’.

“…sir! Young Master!”

At that moment, urgent footsteps and the sound of an argument came from outside the door. Soon after, a pale-faced servant entered following someone.

“Cali!”

A silk shirt loosened to show his entire chest and swaggering movements. A boy with fierce eyes came running in almost flying.

Screech-!

Then he grabbed Calisia Valus’s chair and spun it toward himself.

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