Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 41

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41.

Her frail body grew cold from the pain that was so excruciating she couldn’t even cry out.

-Ah, ah…

The eyes that had always looked at her warmly were gouged out along with the eyelids, leaving empty sockets. The ears that had listened to her whims without a trace of annoyance had also vanished without a trace. Young Calisia was at a loss at the shocking sight, helplessly clawing at the innocent ground.

-Oh my… Baby.

Then, a familiar blonde woman gently embraced Calisia’s shoulders. It was the Second Wife.

-…The tongue inside there. It was cut off.

The woman who held Calisia tightly whispered quietly into her still-young ear.

-When you see what you shouldn’t see, hear what you shouldn’t hear, and say what you shouldn’t say, this is what happens.

The Second Wife shed tears as if young Calisia was truly pitiful.

-This is all because of you, baby. So you shouldn’t have seen what you weren’t supposed to see.

This was the end of the memory.

“Huh, ugh…!”

Calisia, tears streaming down her face, struggled to open her blocked airways with hiccupping sounds. She couldn’t breathe at all. Her vision grew distant and endless ringing echoed in her ears. It was because the shock and fear felt by the owner of the memory had been transmitted intact.

“She’s going to kill me. She’s definitely going to kill me!”

In an instant, she fell into a massive panic, trembling all over and crying profusely. Young Calisia’s emotions toward the Second Wife were so great and intense that she couldn’t push them away.

“Think carefully.”

What broke through the gradually distorting reality was Cain’s laughter. Calisia, barely managing to hold onto her sanity, looked back at him with eyes full of burst blood vessels.

“Cali.”

Cain, meeting those blood-red eyes, once again applied pressure and crushed her hand.

***

Whoosh-

Calisia, sitting cross-legged on the training ground floor, ignited blue flames in both hands. It was to burn away the Turan. Brilliantly blue flames wrapped around her entire hands, burning fiercely.

“Look! I can’t even control my special ability because I’m stressed!”

Calisia, who was telling Ian about the so-called Turan incident, shook her left hand up and down. Actually, since it was her right hand that had been stuck in the gratin, there was no need to burn both hands. The problem was that her special ability wasn’t being controlled properly, causing dual hand synchronization to keep happening.

“Like father, like son! They’re exactly the same! The more I think about it, the more infuriating it gets! What kind of crazy bastard does that?”

Every time the furious Calisia spoke with emphasis, the blue flames shot up high.

-You’ve picked up bad habits, Cali. When you want something, you need to play a definite hand. Not test people. Otherwise, you might get scolded like now. Tsk!

She bit her lips as she recalled Cain bandaging her hands. The hand he spoke of was her hidden ability. That mysterious power that had detected the Second Wife’s evil intentions toward the Grand Lady in her childhood.

“It’s not even giving medicine after causing illness, really!”

Calisia, not knowing what to do with her anger, shook her hands once more. Then fairly high pillars of fire shot up from both her hands. Even the knights who were doing running exercises glanced at the spectacle.

“Did you see that?”

Calisia, surprised by her own power, poked Ian with her elbow. Rolling around the training ground under the pretext of strengthening her true energy seemed to have had some effect.

“You’re catching fire.”

Ian scolded Calisia while looking at his blackened sleeve cuffs. This was the most common mistake made by those who had recently awakened their special abilities. Not being able to control their power.

“Got it.”

“And now you know how dangerous poison is too.”

Ian began lecturing while putting a chocolate-covered strawberry into Calisia’s mouth.

“Those Valus bastards being out of their minds isn’t just a day or two thing… Oh! It’s delicious.”

Calisia, who had been chewing the strawberry aggressively due to rising anger, opened her eyes wide. At her transparent reaction, Ian picked up another strawberry.

“Ugh, how can I, ugh, take, revenge…”

Calisia, receiving strawberries like a baby bird, continued mumbling as she found it more and more frustrating the more she thought about it.

“Mouth. Please finish eating before you talk. And you’re talking about revenge.”

“Then should I just leave it alone?”

Calisia thrust her head toward Ian, saying it felt like some of her hair had been pulled out too.

“He’s unpredictable. The best strategy is to not get close to him.”

Ian, repositioning her head, spoke in an extremely serious tone. The most dangerous things in the world were those who advocated ambiguity. Those who were neither good nor evil, neither enemy nor ally. Such people usually didn’t have good endings.

“But you know, when my hand touched that damn gratin, there was something different from usual? Like a tingling sensation or chills…”

“Don’t do it.”

“I haven’t even said what it is yet, why are you already telling me not to do it.”

“Whatever it is, don’t do it. No. Valus, you shouldn’t even think about it at all.”

Ian let out a light breath and squeezed his eyes shut. Just imagining what trouble she might cause this time gave him a headache.

“Could it be an ability to find serial killers instead of poison? Or something made by a serial killer… Ugh, mmph!”

“Don’t think useless thoughts and just eat.”

Ian shook his head and stuffed Calisia’s mouth full of strawberries.

***

“…”

Ian, filled with frustration, looked at Calisia with a sullen expression. It was because of her stubborn insistence on visiting the underground prison again.

“They’re the same! They all look exactly the same!”

Calisia, facing the gratin, cried out in despair that she really couldn’t tell. Turan and the serial killer. It was definitely a dish made under the same conditions as that time. The problem was that no matter how hard she stared at the gratin until her eyes nearly popped out, there was no eerie chill like that day. She even tried poking it with her hand, but aside from the pain from Turan’s toxicity, there was no particular feeling.

“Maybe I didn’t look enough.”

Calisia, after much deliberation, came to her own conclusion. It was natural for Ian, who was beside her, to show irritation. But nothing could break her burning investigative spirit.

“They’re the same. Why! Why are they the same! Why!”

Calisia, who had been glaring at the additional gratin brought by the murderer for a full thirty minutes, banged her head on the table.

“As I said before, you don’t have any ability to distinguish poison. And at this point, isn’t it just random guessing?”

Ian, unable to watch anymore, criticized her, saying wouldn’t it be better to just pick randomly.

“It’s because there aren’t enough test subjects! Do you think finding abilities is that easy? Did you shoot light from birth or something?”

Calisia, annoyed at Ian who just stood there giving advice, raised her voice.

“Almost.”

“How great. Ugh!”

Calisia, sighing loudly at Ian who was becoming more childish by the day, pulled the bell rope. It was to summon the underground prison warden who was waiting outside. She wondered if she might feel something if she ate food made by other murderers.

“Did you call for me, Young Miss?”

A man with a square jaw and sturdy appearance stood before Calisia with disciplined steps.

“Go bring a few more murderers.”

“Murderers? How can you seek out such vicious criminals?”

The warden waved his hands, saying the killers imprisoned underground were among the worst criminals.

“What are you talking about? Then is the guy in the kitchen a less vicious murderer?”

“Excuse me? I don’t quite understand what you mean… If you’re referring to Bruce, that guy is just a simple thief. He happened to steal a precious item belonging to an important person, which is how he ended up flowing down here.”

At the warden’s words, Calisia pulled her head back and frowned. The prisoner she had brought was definitely the same murderer she had seen with Cain. Especially the hand that was so deeply carved that bone was visible, melted by Turan. And one more thing-.

‘That bastard was swarming with vengeful spirits, what theft.’

That was the definitive reason for Bruce’s crime.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m certain, Young Miss. I’ve been managing the prison for twenty years now. I know at a glance not only what crimes those thrown underground committed, but also when they wash, eat, and sleep.”p>

The warden, as if to prove he was truly from Valus, buried his head in the ground, saying he’d offer his neck if his words were wrong.

“Fine, so save your neck. Save your neck. Why are people so extreme! I understand for now, so go.”

Calisia, instantly exhausted, collapsed on the desk as if she couldn’t bear to look at him.

“Yes, Young Miss.”

“Wait! Does Cain also know that guy’s charges?”

Calisia lifted her head and urgently called back the warden who was about to leave.

-Murderer. Four or no, five?

Cain seemed to definitely know Bruce’s charges. Was there some mistake, or had he lied?

“He occasionally takes prisoners from the underground prison to use for work, so he would know. He checks their personal information.”

“What’s the probability that Cain was mistaken? He wouldn’t have checked all the prisoners.”

“There isn’t. If you look closely at the prison uniforms, the markings carved at the sleeve ends differ according to the crime.”

“…Is that so?”

Then how on earth did Cain know he was a serial killer? Calisia collapsed back onto the desk as the questions only continued to pile up in confusion.

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