Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 40

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40.

A faint sense of relief and satisfaction washed over him along with the sensation that filled his palm. Indeed, it seemed people could only feel at ease when they had something firmly grasped in their hands.

“Cali, when you went to the Castle of Ash, how should I put it… Ah, right. I was restless. I couldn’t see or touch my precious little sister who was dying of cuteness.”

“I’m grateful, but your doting love is a bit excessive.”

Calisia glanced sideways at the large hand gripping her hair. Since he was such an unpredictable guy, she thought something might happen, but not her hair.

“You completely destroyed that castle back then…”

“Waaaah!”

Suddenly bursting into tears like a baby, Cain curled his left hand into a circle and brought it to his eyes. This was before Calisia could even finish her sentence.

“Waaaah!”

Drooping his eyebrows and pretending to sniffle, he giggled to himself again.

‘…Seeing things like this, our Soeddongi is really patient and kind.’

This is why the old guard is the best guard. Disgusted by his ridiculous behavior, Calisia was revolted. Even though he was still a boy, Cain was twice as tall as others. For someone like that to imitate a baby was absolutely ridiculous.

“I just threw a little tantrum. Big brother was a baby too.”

“Really? Then our big brother must still be a baby. Seeing how he still hasn’t graduated from throwing tantrums.”

“This isn’t a tantrum, it’s worry. Do you know how worried I was when I heard you got stabbed with a sword?”

Cain, looking dejected and sullen, released the hair he had been gripping.

“How ridiculous. Someone who claims to have been worried immediately shoves some ridiculous necklace at me the moment he sees me?”

“Ah- That? Well, you probably wouldn’t know, Cali.”

Eight years ago, to his young self, Calisia was the most precious toy and secret weapon. A pearl in the mud. Something even more precious because no one else knew its value.

“I was…”

“I was so…”

But even the finest sword would dull if not used. The same was true for people.

“…worried. In case you had…”

Cain raised his trembling hands and cupped Calisia’s face.

-Young Master. Miss Calisia has attempted suicide.

Her two cheeks, flushed red as if proving she was alive, couldn’t have been more welcome. At the same time, rage boiled up. When he heard that his possession had gathered dust outside and even tried to destroy itself. That fury and sense of loss was something no one could fathom.

“I was worried you might have become an idiot.”

Not even Calisia herself could understand it. Especially these honest eyes that looked straight at him – he absolutely could not lose them.

“Especially these eyes.”

Cain, wearing a tender expression, stroked around his sister’s eyes.

“Yes. Congratulations. Your sister didn’t become an idiot and is perfectly fine.”

Calisia slapped away that touch with a sharp smack and roughly grabbed Cain’s hair. Flustered by the unexpected turn, he obediently surrendered his body.

“You want to play the Sizzle Game, so why are you talking so much? And if you touch my body one more time from now on, I’ll never play with you again. You damn bastard.”

Calisia locked eyes with Cain and growled threateningly. A few seconds later, Cain, twitching his lips and nose, burst into laughter that shook the bedroom.

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Clap clap!

Men whose entire bodies had become like rags entered the bedroom in time with Cain’s clapping. They held out trays with their hands covered in dried blood. White bowls smeared with blood. Inside them was potato gratin made with clumsy skill.

“…Crazy bastard.”

Calisia, who had completely lost her appetite, glared at Cain, wondering what kind of bizarre act this was.

“Which one will sizzle?”

The incident had begun two hours ago. Cain, who had been laughing while holding her head, suddenly grabbed Calisia’s hand and suggested they play the Sizzle Game. Running out of the bedroom, walking and walking again. The place they arrived at following him was some underground prison.

-Hey! Nice to meet you.

Five prisoners who clearly looked like they had committed serious crimes. One of them even had a ghost attached, so he had definitely harmed someone.

-From today, you’re my exclusive cooks.

Without any real explanation, Cain threw chef’s uniforms at them. The prisoners, dragged out without understanding why, looked bewildered as they caught the clothes. And that was the beginning of a terrible nightmare.

-Kuh, huk!

-Sp, spare me…!

-Kuh, huhuk!

Cain beat and beat the prisoners until their white chef’s uniforms turned red. Calisia, unable to watch anymore, stood in front of him, but it wasn’t enough.

-Here, this. It’s a gift. It’s called Turan, a poison that melts flesh with just one drop.

Cain held out the deadly poison called Turan in front of the half-dead prisoners.

-Want to do something fun? Anyone who wants to can put as much of this Turan as they like in my meal today. Who knows? Maybe you can escape while I’m poisoned.

I’ll dismiss all the knights and soldiers too. I’m curious to see who among you will be the good cook and who will be the bad cook. Crouching on the floor and poking the prisoners’ bodies, Cain whispered hope into their ears.

-I’ll give you thirty minutes. Try your best to make something.

What was created this way was the potato gratin right before their eyes. Calisia, making a disgusted face, stuck her nose into the first dish and smelled it. She didn’t like this entire sequence of events.

“Sizzle?”

“Butter and cheese. Well, it just smells savory.”

“…Cali. You really have forgotten everything. That’s not it. You have to look!”

Cain slumped his body, saying he was truly upset and heartbroken beyond endurance. Then he rolled up his sleeves, saying this big brother would help a little.

“Cooks! Listen well. From now on, I’m going to give some hints for our pretty Cali.”

Cain took out several items from a drawer placed in one corner of the bedroom. A transparent glass bottle containing blue liquid – it was Turan.

“Anyone who drops their tray here will have their limbs torn off and fed to the crows. Caw-!”

Making a crow’s cry, Cain poured Turan all over the first dish.

Sizzle-!

The blue liquid that melted not only the food but also the prisoner’s hand completely dripped down to the floor.

“Kuh, aaaah!”

In terrible pain, the prisoner clutched his hand and collapsed to his knees. Burying his head on the floor, he cried like a child. It was because of the sensation of his bones and flesh burning.

“Is your future dream to become crow food?”

Cain spoke with an indifferent expression and poured the rest of the Turan solution. Once again, in the agony of flesh being burned, the prisoner writhed and convulsed finely.

“Second!”

“Third!”

“Fourth!”

With Cain’s continued bizarre behavior, the prisoners fell to the floor one by one without even being able to scream.

“Which one will sizzle?”

“…All. All of them! All of them! This bastard, is he really fucking insane!”

When even the last prisoner collapsed, Calisia finally exploded. He said they’d play the Sizzle Game, so why was he burning people alive?

“Wrong. Maybe it’s because it’s been a while, but our Cali can’t get the hang of it. Hmm, right. Big brother will give you one more hint.”

Cain, pretending to think and showing off, lightly kicked the prisoners sprawled on the floor with his foot. Their faces, covered in snot and saliva, were grotesquely distorted.

“This one’s a rapist.”

“Robber. This one’s human trafficking.”

“This one, what was it… Ah… fraud and loan sharking.”

“Murderer. Four or no, five?”

Cain continued his introductions while kicking the prisoners.

With each crime revealed, Calisia’s brow furrowed more and more.

“And the correct answer is…”

This.

Grabbing Calisia’s wrist, Cain shoved her delicate hand into the third dish. The gratin made by the murderer. With a sizzling sound, hot heat traveled up her palm.

“Ah, ugh!”

Calisia struggled roughly to pull out her trapped hand. Since most of the Turan solution had evaporated, it wasn’t as agonizing as what the prisoners experienced, but it was definitely considerable pain.

“Watch carefully. Look and feel.”

Speaking in a cold tone, Cain pressed down on her hand mercilessly. This caused his own hand to be shoved into the gratin as well, but he didn’t care. The skin swelled, scraped, and blood formed-.

“This isn’t… hng, ugh!”

Calisia, who had been writhing, shook her head left and right at the unfamiliar sensation that struck her mind like a hammer blow. Her vision flickered like a broken screen, and an eerily chilling energy washed over her entire body. Amidst the dizziness that was nauseating enough to make her retch, a brief memory began to surge in like a wave.

-…you, mo.

A very small girl with silver-violet hair knelt before a horribly mutilated corpse. It was young Calisia.

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