Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 45

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45.

His limping gait and clothes torn and dirtied beyond recognition. The knights’ eyebrows drooped downward at the sight of their young master in such a thoroughly disheveled state. Even during the long winter subjugation campaigns, he had never been this unkempt. What on earth had happened?

‘…It’s a vengeful spirit!’

As her hair stood on end and goosebumps spread across her skin, Calisia whipped her head around. Thick black smoke was rising around Ian like syrup.

“Stand back!”

Calisia shouted at the Northern Knights. Vengeful spirits—concentrated masses of negative energy that responded only to murderous intent and desire without any consciousness. They were dangerous in a completely different way from ghosts.

“Young Master… gah, urk!”

A Northern Knight who had been grabbed by the throat by Ian was now dangling in the air, struggling desperately. His face had turned bright red, looking like he might stop breathing at any moment.

“Young Master! Please come to your senses!”

“It’s Hans! Young Master!”

The veteran knights who knew about Ian’s madness all rushed forward together to try to stop him. But the Northern Knights had never been able to handle Ian even on normal days. With the vengeful spirit’s power added to the mix, it went without saying.

Whoosh—

Crash!

The knights caught in Ian’s grip were slammed into the floor one by one. The sound of breaking bones mixed with agonized groans filled the training ground. Dismay crept into the eyes of the Northern Knights who had been in confusion. Their recent complacency about the young master’s madness visibly decreasing had been their downfall.

“You there!”

Just then, Calisia, who had been running forward with urgent steps, pointed directly at the youngest knight.

“Go to the kitchen right now and bring salt! In as large a bowl as possible!”

“Salt?”

The youngest knight, who had been wearing a dumbfounded expression, flinched.

“Bring it quickly!”

Calisia shouted loudly, infusing her voice with the Heavenly General’s aura. Her delicate, high voice was then layered with an intimidating bass tone.

“Y-yes sir!”

Snapping to attention at the thunderous roar, the youngest knight began running desperately toward the kitchen.

“…Ian!”

Calisia ran over with her hair flying and grabbed Ian’s face firmly. As her hands filled with divine energy touched his skin, the black aura surrounding him scattered in all directions. But it was only momentary. Ian’s face showed even greater bloodlust as he looked at the fallen knights.

“Look at me. Look at me!”

Calisia, releasing a burst of divine power, pressed hard on both cheeks she was holding. It was to turn his attention to herself.

“…Calisia.”

Following that desperate touch, Ian’s head slowly turned. He glanced down at the small hands that dared to hold him.

“…Looks delicious.”

Gulp—

Ian’s Adam’s apple moved slowly up and down. It was because an unbelievably sweet scent was flowing from her reddened palms. His eyes rimmed with red as he licked his lips. In the intense hunger he suddenly felt, Ian stuck out his tongue and licked that tender flesh.

“You crazy bastard! Won’t you put your tongue back in? This damn…!”

As the slippery tongue tickled her palm, Calisia cursed in shock.

“Then let go—.”

Ian grinned from ear to ear and whined, drawing out his words like a child.

“Soeddongi! Please come to your senses! Salt! Where’s the salt!”

Calisia squished Ian’s cheeks while stamping her feet. As she had said, vengeful spirits were closer to bundled energy rather than souls. Unlike other ghosts, it was impossible to appease, persuade, or drive them away.

“Y-young Miss! Here it is!”

Just then, the youngest knight came running from far away, panting heavily. The bowl he had carefully carried against his chest was heaped high with salt.

“Sprinkle it!”

“Pardon?”

The youngest knight looked back and forth between the salt and Calisia with a bewildered expression.

“I said sprinkle it!”

“Sp-sprinkle it?”

“Sprinkle the salt on Ian!”

At the forceful shout, the youngest knight came to his senses and grabbed a handful of salt.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

As the coarse salt struck his sturdy body, the black aura repeatedly scattered and reformed. Taking advantage of that brief gap, Calisia quickly released the hands that had been holding Ian. Turning her body around, she drew the sword hanging from the youngest knight’s waist.

Shing—

The sharp blade emerged and immediately rushed toward Calisia’s hand. She mercilessly cut her own flesh and swung the blood-stained sword as it was.

“Young Miss!”

The coldly gleaming blade instantly charged toward Ian. The knights raised their voices at the sharp trajectory cutting through the air.

Sheeeeek—!

Head, shoulders, neck. The sharply honed sword ruthlessly stabbed and slashed around Ian.

Tssssssssss!

The vengeful spirits’ bodies were torn into dozens of pieces by the blade stained with the divine disciple’s blood and burned hotly. Shortly after, the black masses melted down to the floor and vanished.

“Hah, ah.”

Soon after, Ian breathed roughly. It seemed his consciousness was gradually returning. The black light that had dwelt in his eyes also began to fade away.

“…Phew!”

Confirming that golden light was filling Ian’s eyes, Calisia collapsed flat on the floor. It was because the strength had left her legs.

“But did you sell off your talisman or something?”

Calisia, who had been catching her breath, glared at Ian.

“What the hell were you doing running around to come back with this much ghostly energy!”

Looking at the talisman that had turned completely black, Calisia smacked Ian’s back while scolding him. Even though it was a makeshift solution due to lack of proper materials, it wasn’t so shabby that it couldn’t block a single vengeful spirit.

“As I said before, it’s classified. I can’t tell you.”

Ian refused to give a proper statement, saying he had only gone out for monster subjugation on Northern business.

“Talking about classified bullshit. I need to know the circumstances to prepare some kind of countermeasure!”

Feeling like she was facing a criminal exercising their right to remain silent, Calisia pounded her chest hard. Just when she thought things were going well, she hadn’t expected such an ambush.

“No wonder you’ve been staying in the Western Region too long.”

Calisia put her hand on her waist. When the head of a family house and his successor were both away from their posts simultaneously, there must be a good reason for it.

“I let it slide until now because you wouldn’t talk, but I can’t anymore. What is it? What’s going on?”

Calisia grabbed both of Ian’s cheeks, pleading for him to please say something. It was because he kept avoiding her gaze.

“…Your hand.”

After a long silence, Ian finally spoke and gently wrapped Calisia’s hand.

“…”

This time it was Calisia who closed her mouth. His worried gaze and the faint trembling in his breathing. Everything was excessively careful.

“…You’re quick to ask. It hurts like hell! Are you satisfied?”

At the ticklish feeling stirring at the back of her neck, Calisia quickly pulled her hand away and grumbled.

“I’m sorry.”

“What’s with you? Are you really Soeddongi? Haven’t the vengeful spirits completely left yet?”

Calisia opened her eyes wide and examined Ian’s complexion from various angles.

“I’m fine, Valus. So move away a bit.”

Ian pulled his head back and pushed her round forehead away with his index finger. It was because Calisia had thrust her face forward as if she was about to headbutt him.

“Well, fine then. So what exactly is going on?”

“…”

“For someone who’s sorry, aren’t you ignoring my words too much?”

At Ian closing his mouth again, Calisia rolled her eyes upward.

“It’s not that I don’t want to answer, but it really is classified information that I can’t discuss.”

“You said you have to keep doing this Northern business while staying here. So you’re going to come back with vengeful spirits attached every time? Looking at Hans and David earlier, their bones were completely displaced.”

“…”

Ian clenched his fists tightly and hung his head down. Self-loathing washed over him at the thought that he had hurt those who were like his limbs with his own hands again.

“Hey. My hand hurts too.”

Calisia held out her hand, which was still bleeding, and sighed. Principles were good, but wasn’t there a need to show flexibility depending on the situation?

“Should I cut my hand every time?”

Calisia asked in a gentle voice as if soothing a baby.

“…That won’t be necessary.”

I’ll tell you. After pondering for a long while, Ian gently clasped the bandaged hand.

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