Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 30

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30.

Valtain withdrew his aura and smiled, saying this would also be an interesting affair.

‘This damn brat is really… Ugh. This is why going through puberty at the right age is a blessing. A blessing.’

Calisia, breathing heavily, cursed inwardly in every way possible. Why did he always try to strangle her whenever he saw his children?

“For now, I don’t need anything that grand. I’d just like permission to go out.”

Calisia began laying the groundwork for her successful escape—no, independence.

“Going out?”

“Since the ceremony is over, I thought I’d take a short trip to clear my head.”

Though your idea of ‘short’ and mine might be very different. Swallowing her unspoken words, Calisia forced a bright smile.

“A trip… The academy exam is only four months away, and you want to travel. You must be confident you’ll pass.”

Valtain’s eyes gradually narrowed. This was the first time a direct line member had come asking for travel permission before entrance exams.

“Academy? What acade… No. Yes, well. Yes, yes. That’s right.”

Calisia nodded her head, roughly going along with it.

‘What’s this academy thing? I’ll have to ask Isaac. But he should have briefed me on this kind of information himself. He even received butler training, yet he missed this.’

Calisia rolled her eyes to the side and smiled awkwardly. Seeing this, Valtain’s lips gradually curved upward. He could practically hear the gears turning in her head.

“Good. I permit it.”

Valtain’s finger lightly struck the desk.

***

Fresh olive oil, well-marbled beef tenderloin, and fresh eggs. After carefully selecting the ingredients, Calisia put on an apron and washed her hands. Having finished all preparations, she beat the eggs and sliced the beef thinly.

Sizzle—

The beef tenderloin coated in egg batter absorbed the oil and cooked to a golden brown color. Unable to resist the savory aroma, Calisia picked up a hot beef pancake. The tender beef meeting the even softer egg was truly fantastic.

“…But why am I cooking? I’m supposedly the noble owner of blue flames.”

Calisia, who had been flipping the remaining beef pancakes, put down her tongs and looked at the Previous Head of House. Didn’t grandparents usually fuss over their grandchildren at times like this, saying how proud they were and worrying about not feeding them enough? But why was it the opposite here? Moreover, on a day perfect for escaping like today, she felt wronged having to prepare ancestral offerings.

“I’m just asking, but don’t you think I’m admirable or praiseworthy or anything?”

—What’s there for you to be praiseworthy about? If anything, I’m the praiseworthy one. Didn’t I keep someone as lacking as you alive and well?

The Previous Head of House threatened her not to forget whose grace saved her life. Those who don’t know gratitude are no different from beasts, he said.

“You’re really showing off. It’s not like you did it for free.”

—That’s why I’m collecting payment now.

The Previous Head of House raised his eyebrows, telling her to understand and grill more meat.

“I’ve been wanting to ask since earlier, but why is that man acting like that?”

—Ahhhhhhhhh…

Calisia pointed to the ghost huddled in the corner of the kitchen, wailing.

Light brunette hair and green eyes. The man with a round face was named Thomas Landon.

—Just leave him be. No, wait. That beef pancake thing. Give him a few pieces.

The Previous Head of House looked at Thomas with pitying eyes.

“Old man. That man isn’t some stray dog, why should I give him beef pancakes? You really have no respect for people.”

Calisia lectured that at times like this, you shouldn’t throw food but comfort and soothe with kind words. Then she said she’d show him how it’s done and approached Thomas.

“Why is this fellow wailing in someone else’s kitchen? Hey! Did you pay rent here? Or a deposit? Stop crying. Or go cry somewhere out of sight.”

—Waaaaaaaaaaah!

Thomas, who was already crying loudly, let out a scream-like wail. At the ear-splitting sound, Calisia covered her ears.

—Such kind words indeed.

The Previous Head of House sarcastically suggested giving him beef pancakes now.

—Waaahhhhhhh!

Thomas’s crying only grew louder. The kitchen utensils on the table shook from it.

“Stop it already!”

When the crying showed no signs of stopping, Calisia finally picked up a beef pancake. If she blocked his mouth, he couldn’t cry even if he wanted to.

—Wahhh, mmph…!

Calisia stuffed the beef pancake into the sobbing Thomas’s mouth.

—This taste…!

The egg melting softly on his tongue and the savory beef juices. Thomas stopped crying and chewed the beef pancake frantically.

“Now that you’re done eating, talk. What exactly is all this fuss about?”

Calisia sighed as she picked up the kitchen utensils that had fallen to the floor.

***

—…This is how it happened.

Despite his simple appearance, Thomas was an excellent chef who had made it to the candidate list for the Ducal House’s sous chef competition. However, just one week before the contest, he suddenly lost his life. The cause of death was reported as heart failure due to excessive drinking.

—I couldn’t believe it. What chef would fall into a bottle before an important competition? I have no memory of drinking that day.

Convinced there was some conspiracy, Thomas had been wandering around the Duke’s Castle as a ghost, but nothing changed. And coincidentally, his last memory was of colleagues pestering him to buy alcohol.

—Sigh…

The Previous Head of House let out a short sigh of regret. Thomas had been more diligent than anyone else in life. He knew this best, having always stayed in the Duke’s Castle kitchen.

“So that’s why you were making a fuss? Because you can’t accept the cause of death?”

—No. It’s more that… around this time is when I died. I don’t know why, but when my death anniversary comes, I can’t control my sadness. I think of my mother a lot too.

Thomas said his death anniversary and his mother’s birthday were approaching, tears in his eyes.

—When mother’s birthday comes, our family table always has bouillabaisse full of seafood. Do you know why?

Thomas said the first dish he served his mother after entering the Duke’s Castle was bouillabaisse. A rich tomato soup with various fish and shellfish. It was for his mother, who was born by the seaside and loved seafood but couldn’t enjoy it due to their circumstances. Seafood was never cheap in Ikines, located in the Western Inland.

—If I could serve my mother bouillabaisse with these hands just once more, how much…

“Stop! Just asking, but are you trying to sell me a sob story?”

Calisia, standing with one hand on her hip, looked Thomas up and down.

—What?

“I mean, come on. Dramatically reading out your long story in front of me and shedding tears… It sounds like you want help? From someone who doesn’t even have money to pay?”

—It’s not like that, I was just… Sorry. I guess I got carried away emotionally and made a fool of myself.

Thomas hung his head dejectedly.

—Must you speak that way?

The Previous Head of House glared disapprovingly at his descendant who seemed to have properly inherited Valus’s personality.

“That’s how the world works. When you don’t have money, even things that were working fine suddenly don’t work.”

—So if there’s money, it can be done?

“Right. But the price is very expensive. Basically, this is a house call. And you clearly said you wanted to serve with your own hands. That means I’d need a possession body too… Whew! Whew! Expensive.”

Calisia turned away, saying no ordinary amount of money would suffice. Then the Previous Head of House stepped forward, saying he’d give something more valuable.

—The Hellorun Royal Academy entrance exam in four months. I’ll make sure you pass.

The Previous Head of House puffed out his chest confidently.

“Royal Academy? The Head of House mentioned that earlier too. You both have quite high educational aspirations. But old man, compared to my natural intelligence, I’m not particularly obsessed with the length of my academic credentials.”

Calisia waved her hand dismissively. She had no intention of living here forever or pursuing academics, so what use was academic background?

—Are you thinking of enlisting?

The Previous Head of House looked very puzzled.

“Enlisting? What enlistment?”

Calisia frowned and leaned her head forward. She wondered if her ears were mistaken.

—Don’t Valus members who fail the academy exam get sent to the Western Desert Army that very day?

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