Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 33

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33.

Calisia quickly grabbed Thomas’s shoulder, telling him to think carefully. Having a medium made it much easier to recover memories.

-I don’t remember much about the night I died.

“Think carefully. Isn’t there something you always carried with you?”

Objects touched by human hands often absorbed memories and emotions. Especially those with intense colors like extreme fear or terror.

-I can’t really remember…

“Think. Care-ful-ly and answer. Before I help you remember.”

Calisia’s gaze turned coldly sharp at the continued repetition.

-I can’t remember what I can’t remember. Miss-.

“Really? I was trying not to use this method.”

Calisia drew up her divine power and swung her fist through the air. The whooshing sound showed that her training with Ian hadn’t been in vain.

“I saw in novels that getting hit hard on the head sometimes brings back memories.”

At the clear threat, Thomas broke out in cold sweat.

-I think I might remember! Wait, just wait!

Thomas hastily made excuses while rapidly waving his hands.

“See. You can do it when you try.”

Calisia smiled with satisfaction. Indeed, sincere feelings from the heart always got through.

-Re, recipe book! I always carried a small notebook inside my shirt! That’s it!

“Yes! That’s what I was talking about!”

Excited, Calisia snapped her fingers with a sharp sound.

“So where is that notebook now? Is it at your mother’s house?”

-No. It’s probably in the grave, isn’t it? Usually they bury things together.

Thomas shrugged his shoulders.

***

[Saintria Public Cemetery]

The eerie dawn air and endlessly stretching tombstones. A group wearing black cloaks crossed the rusty iron gate and entered the resting place of the dead.

“Fourth row, fifth grave.”

The men holding shovels followed what appeared to be their leader down the path.

“Thomas. Thomas. Huh? There it is!”

“That’s Tobas, you idiot. And didn’t you hear the… boss? She said fifth.”

The men bickered while checking the names written on the tombstones. Thomas Landon. Finding the name they were looking for, the men began earnestly wielding their shovels.

“Wait. Hold on.”

Then, the one who appeared to be the leader raised her hand while removing the hood attached to her cloak. Two eyes glowing red in the darkness. It was Calisia, who had come with the Northern Knights to dig up Thomas’s grave.

“We must show proper respect to the deceased.”

Beef pancakes, shrimp pancakes, fish pancakes, and round patties made from minced pork and mushrooms. Calisia placed the ritual foods she had prepared beside the grave. Even though she had received Thomas’s permission, exhumation must always be conducted with proper ceremony.

“Sorry for the noise. We’ll be done quickly.”

Calisia bowed her head while sprinkling the alcohol she had brought on the graves positioned on either side. Construction work inevitably caused noise between floors, didn’t it? She was asking for understanding in advance, hoping they would bear with it briefly.

“….”

After finishing sprinkling the alcohol, Calisia observed a moment of silence in front of the grave. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and thrust her shovel into the ground.

“Begin exhumation!”

Calisia stepped hard on the shovel head with her foot and dug up a large scoop of earth.

Thud, thud, thud-

Then she struck the grave three times with the back of the shovel. This was to signal the deceased so they wouldn’t be startled by the sudden exhumation.

“Now dig.”

With Calisia’s permission, the Northern Knights began digging up the grave. The arduous task of digging several meters into the ground without proper equipment. But with strong men whose entire bodies were built of muscle attacking the job, the work proceeded quite smoothly.

Thunk-

Thunk-

Eventually, a wooden coffin revealed itself from deep underground. Inside the large coffin were Thomas’s skeletal remains and his cherished belongings. A watch, gloves, a hat, and a small notebook bound with leather string.

“Found it.”

Calisia picked up the notebook that was neatly placed beside the skeleton.

“What did you find.”

Suddenly, a low voice rang in Calisia’s ear.

“What do you mean what did I find, the note…”

She answered reflexively, then shuddered at the chills running down her spine. Had the surroundings always been this quiet?

“….”

Calisia, frozen stiff, slowly rolled her eyes to the side. Golden eyes flashing yellow like a predator’s were staring intently at her.

“…Gasp! Oh geez! You scared me!”

Calisia clutched her chest and silently writhed. It was because of Ian, who stood there blankly against the backdrop of knights who had turned pale blue.

“Calisia Valus. Are you now making my knights commit grave robbery?”

Ian looked down at Calisia with a cold expression, radiating extreme displeasure.

***

A few hours earlier-.

The Northern Knights sat in a circle in the training ground, chewing on something. Beef pancakes, shrimp pancakes, fish pancakes, and round patties. It was an assortment of pancakes that Calisia had brought in armfuls.

“No, listen. Listen while you eat. Mm-hmm.”

Before selling her pitch, Calisia personally fed the knights pancakes one by one. She needed their help to dig up Thomas’s grave. She couldn’t dig up the ground and remove the coffin by herself, could she?

“There was this cook I really cherished…”

Calisia began laying the groundwork in earnest.

“This sick elderly mother can’t eat properly and is on her last legs… Oh dear. She desperately wants to eat the special bouillabaisse her late son used to make. But they accidentally put the notebook with the recipe inside the coffin.”

Calisia continued the story, asking if it wasn’t truly heartbreaking. The knights, who had been munching on pancakes, nodded their heads.

“The remaining brothers think it would be better to dig up the grave briefly, but the mother says she can’t do that because she feels too sorry. The whole family is in chaos…”

Calisia pretended to be emotionally overwhelmed and hung her head. This and that, various details. Her sob story continued endlessly. The conclusion was to join forces to dig up the grave and find the recipe book.

“Miss. Even so, secretly digging up someone’s grave is a bit…”

The knights’ answer was naturally a refusal. Setting aside moral issues, the very idea didn’t make sense. They wondered if this was the famous Valus way of thinking they’d only heard about.

“It’s not secretly. The brothers almost gave permission.”

“The story is pitiful, but it goes against chivalry. Grave robbery, really.”

The knights put down their pancakes and showed reluctance. The elderly mother’s situation was pitiful, but wrong was wrong. If things went awry and problems arose, what would happen to the Northern Knights’ honor?

“It’s not grave robbery, it’s exhumation. Exhumation. What grave robbery? There would have to be gold and silver treasures to call it grave robbery.”

Calisia snorted as if absurd and quietly grumbled. Thomas’s grave was too modest to be called grave robbery. There had to be something worth stealing to commit grave robbery.

“What? Gold and silver treasures?”

“No, so what I mean is that to the elderly mother, the recipe book is like gold and silver treasures.”

Calisia wiped away tears, saying the image of the elderly mother with nothing but bones and skin still haunted her. But even at that pitiful sight, the knights’ position remained firm.

“I’ll be honest. I have no one to trust. Unlike the north, people in the west have no loyalty or affection… There’s no one suitable to help.”

Changing tactics, Calisia now touched on regional sentiment. The Empire was large enough to have considerable cultural differences between east, west, south, and north. The sense of belonging and pride toward the ducal houses representing each region was also strong.

“The west is a bit like that. Not much loyalty or affection. Why else would there be the saying ‘western penny-pinchers’?”

“Compared to that, we northerners would be corpses without loyalty and affection.”

“That’s right. When you think of the north, isn’t it loyalty, affection, and bravery! We’re fundamentally different from those western and eastern folks who calculate and scheme, only looking out for their own interests!”

The Northern Knights, who had immediately taken the bait, began chattering excitedly.

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