Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 3

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3.

Late at night-.

Calisia was sitting on the floor of her darkened room, lighting candles.

It had been dozens of days since she was stabbed and awakened in another person’s body.

After much deliberation, she had concluded that this situation was possession into another dimension.

-Excuse me. Where is the Korean Embassy here? No, that’s not what’s important, but first where is this place.

-No. Princess or whatever, I don’t really know, and I don’t know who this person called Calisia is either!

Actually, at first she thought she was having a strange dream. Starting with the magnificent castle that looked like something from medieval times. The attire of those coming and going within the castle was also extraordinary.

Mages wearing long robes, soldiers and knights with armor and spears, maids in maid uniforms. It couldn’t have been anything but a dream.

However-.

One day, two days, three days….

In the end, she had no choice but to accept it. That this world was neither a dream nor an illusion.

That’s right. She had been possessed. Into a novel she’d never seen before. Actually, she wasn’t even sure if this was book possession or not. The only books she had read were 19+ modern romances with handsome male protagonists.

#ModernSetting #VirileMan #ChaebolMan #OfficeRomance

It had been like a ray of light during her days suffering from overwork.

Anyway, honestly speaking, if she were ever to be possessed into a book, she thought it would be #HighHeat. A world where a bunch of handsome men with broad chests and shoulders would appear.

But this had completely different keywords.

-There were orders to take complete rest until your body fully recovers.

First of all, starting with getting stabbed in the stomach was a development she had never imagined. Moreover, she hadn’t even gotten to see the outside, let alone any well-built handsome men.

It was because of the servants who made a fuss the moment she took even one step outside her bed. So at first, she thought this body was a precious young lady who had grown up receiving all kinds of love.

-I think I saw a blonde woman in my sleep, who is that person?

-And what is this wound on my stomach….

-Excuse me, when a person is talking… Never mind, get out.

It was wrong. Calisia was of high birth but was merely a powerless nobody. The servants were just trying to keep her confined to her bedroom under someone’s orders.

The servants’ attitude toward Calisia was somehow ambiguous. They didn’t particularly look down on or oppress her, but they weren’t particularly loyal either.

Rather, they were quick to avoid her whenever Calisia said anything. How should she put it, it was like watching someone trying not to step on poop lying on the street.

“Hah.”

That meant she had no opportunity to properly understand the reality that had befallen her.

Everything surrounding her had changed to an earth-shattering degree. Blood, flesh, and the ground she stood on. If there was one thing that remained the same, it was her soul.

Spirits take deep root in their disciple’s soul and reside within it. That meant the General was also in this strange land. So what could she do? As a shaman, she had no choice but to seek answers from the spirit she served.

But what good was it if he was residing there.

He wouldn’t answer! He wouldn’t give any answers.

[Listen]

She recalled the mysterious characters she had seen on the day Calisia woke up after being stabbed. Was that really a vision the General had shown her? Or was it just a phantom she saw while burning with fever?

Calisia sighed as she finished lighting the candles. Nothing would change by looking for the General who wouldn’t answer when called.

It would be a hundred times better to spend that time organizing the current situation.

In other words, I want to know the truth!

Q. What happened to the original body that was stabbed?

There were about two possibilities she could speculate.

First, the body died and had already returned to dust. If that were the case, even if she returned to reality, all that would remain was waiting for the path to the afterlife.

Result: Salary (X) Overtime pay (X) = No answer

Second, she fell into a coma after being stabbed.

If it were the latter case, there was a little hope. After all, if she was still breathing, there would be a way if she could just return.

Result: Salary (O) Overtime pay (O) Industrial accident compensation (O) = Happy ending

The problem was that there was currently no way to return. She was a shaman, not a god or a mage. In the end, enduring in this place was the only solution until a clear method emerged.

To do that, she needed to gather more information.

So what she chose for information gathering was Gate Summoning.

This ritual, also called Guest Reception, was a type of necromancy. The one difference was that the person to be summoned was not a dead person but a living one.

There was usually one case for performing Gate Summoning on a living person. When trying to extract information through the other person’s unconscious. It was a kind of supernatural truth serum.

Of course, there was the constraint that the target had to be in a sleeping state, but it was the best method in the current situation. Because there wasn’t a single person who would help her while conscious.

The preparations needed for the ritual were simple. Four candles, an unbroken mirror, a deep and wide bowl, salt, a doll, an offering, and a body part of the person to be summoned.

And today’s protagonist was Ashley Ross, a maid in charge of the Northern Castle. She was the most accessible target from whom hair for the ritual could be easily obtained.

Actually, she wasn’t very confident. Gate Summoning was, after all, a technique used in Korea. But she couldn’t just sit around doing nothing and twiddling her thumbs.

“Let’s do this well.”

Calisia looked down at the cloth doll that would serve as the ritual effigy. Inside its belly, which showed traces of haphazard stitching, was Ashley’s hair instead of cotton. The body was the most powerful medium for calling a soul.

Calisia poured water halfway into the bowl placed on the floor and put the doll in. Then she set up the mirror facing it. The reflection of the doll in the glass was quite eerie.

Calisia placed the candles in the north, south, east, and west directions, then drew a large circle with salt. It was to prevent any possible mishaps.

“Is anyone there!”

Having finished all preparations, Calisia shouted toward the mirror. With her cry, the midnight Gate Summoning began. She clenched her fist and knocked on the floor exactly three times.

Knock knock knock-

Then, matching Calisia’s knocking, flames rose up one by one. And when the last candle blazed up, the reflection of the doll in the glass disappeared without a trace.

Instead, a single black, rusted door had taken its place in the mirror.

It was the gate.

Tap tap-

Pointed shoe tips emerged from between the doors. A man with a monocle with silver chain and a somewhat pale complexion stood in front of the gate. This was the gatekeeper of this world.

“I have come to find Ashley Ross.”

[I see. Did you bring the toll?]

The toll the gatekeeper spoke of meant the offering. Calisia untied the emerald she was wearing around her neck and put it into the bowl.

Ten seconds later, the green gemstone that had sunk to the bottom melted away without a trace.

Ah,

What a waste.

[Then- I shall have the guest prepared.]

The gatekeeper, who now held the necklace in his hand, closed the door and turned around. His figure became smoke starting from his feet and disappeared. The black door reflected in the mirror did the same.

A moment later, the mouth of the cloth doll reflected in the mirror tore open wide.

-…Yes. Guest.

Ashley’s consciousness, deep in sleep, connected with the doll. Now, unless someone came forward to wake her, the ritual would not end.

“From now on, answer everything you know to what I ask.”

Calisia released the questions she had accumulated in her head for dozens of days one by one. Basic information about the Empire and Valus, and Calisia’s identity, among other things.

-There are a total of four wives in the ducal house. So the conflicts between maternal relatives and the succession structure….

The cloth doll chattered away with its torn lips. The notable point was that, as expected, Calisia’s position within the family was quite unstable.

Although she was the legitimate daughter of the Fourth Wife, her maternal family’s power was insignificant, so she had no adults to support her. This was evident from the fact that unlike her other siblings who stayed in the Central Castle, she was confined alone in the Northern Castle.

The problem was that all of this stemmed from the Second Wife’s interference.

-When the young lady was about nine years old, she was driven out of the Main Castle and sent to the Castle of Ash in the Warga Desert. Under the pretext that she had harmed the Second Wife.

-The Castle of Ash is an annex of the ducal house. It’s where illegitimate children who inherited Valus blood but were born lowly gather to live. People also call it the Ash Heap….

It was a suspicious matter. First of all, Calisia’s siblings all had powerful maternal families.

Even Cain, the eldest son born to the First Wife, had the prestigious Lamton Marquis Family, which was highly regarded within the Empire, as his backing.

The twins Rael and Lucian, born to the Third Wife, were no less formidable. Their maternal family was the Garaan Count Family, called one of the storehouses of the Eastern Region.

With such formidable competitors, why would they specifically target Calisia, who was like a kite with a broken string?

-The Fourth Wife was originally the Second Wife’s maid. But while serving the lady, she caught the Duke’s eye. The lady couldn’t stand that fact.

Ashley quickly provided the answer.

-According to rumors, the Fourth Wife’s death wasn’t actually due to illness but because she was murdered by the Second Wife… Huh, ugh!

The cloth doll grabbed its own neck and made choking sounds. The small body struggled in the water as if in agony. It seemed someone was waking Ashley up.

“Hey hey! Why are you stopping mid-sentence!”

-Mur, der! Murder… Cough, huk!

The cloth doll’s mouth repeatedly opened wide and shrank. It looked like it would die at any moment. The doll, which had been struggling with all its might, finally lost strength and collapsed. Ashley had awakened from her sleep.

“…The guest is leaving.”

Knock knock knock-

Calisia, wearing a disappointed expression, struck the floor three times.

Whoosh-

The candle went out and the Gate Summoning came to an end.

***

Calisia took a deep breath of the outside air she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

-There were orders to refrain from going outside until your body fully recovers.

She had thrown every tantrum imaginable at the knight blocking her bedroom door, even asking if he’d believe her only if she showed him her belly, to earn this outing.

One round of Gate Summoning wasn’t enough to gather useful information. With the servants starting to avoid her, who else could she ask?

Who else would a shaman ask but ghosts?

Swoosh-!

A wyvern with black, smooth scales soared high around the Duke’s Castle. The wind from its massive wingbeats made the flag stuck at the spire’s tip flutter wildly.

A serpent devouring flames. It was the crest of House Valus.

“Is this a Duke’s Castle? It’s more like a Demon Lord’s Castle.”

Calisia, poking her head out the window, already showed signs of being fed up. Black and silver. She could accept the Duke’s Castle interior with its definite mining theme.

The problem was the monsters. House Valus raised beasts they had tamed since they were young, letting them roam freely within the castle.

While people criticized this as excessively arrogant behavior, it was merely passing noise before the Ducal House’s prestige.

Moreover, there was an even bigger problem.

“Did they build this on top of some graveyard?”

Calisia looked down at her arms, which had goosebumps so severe that even her fine hairs stood on end, and shuddered. It was because of the resentful energy surrounding the Fortress.

The evil and chilling aura emitted by spirits full of sorrow and resentment. Even among such cases, this level of intense cold energy was rare.

However, what bothered her was that despite the resentment she could feel, there were no visible ghosts.

Were they hiding?

Whiiiii-.

Calisia, looking around, pursed her lips and used Whistling to call out the ghosts.

After a while-.

There were still no ghosts visible to the eye.

“Are all these kids deaf or something?”

In the end, Calisia chose to search on foot.

It’s not like culprits had ever crawled out on their own before.

“Just let me catch one.”

Calisia, with fire in her eyes, thoroughly searched dark and secluded places. Corner of Wall, Storage Room, Bathroom, Wardrobe, Under the Bed, and so on-.

Spirits inherently preferred to stay in damp and dim places. Ghosts were beings fundamentally closer to yin energy.

“Ugh. Making all the damn interior black…”

-Kraaaack!

Just when Calisia felt like her eyes might pop out, a Male Ghost hiding on the Ceiling pounced on her.

Hanging upside down from a large Chandelier, dangling-.

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