Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 49

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49.

[ Keywords Met ]

Boom-

Thud!

Along with the now familiar characters, a loud drum sound echoed from the sky.

[ Chapter 1: The Village Surrounded by Sacred Rope ]

Gosire Village, occupied by ferocious Hungry Ghosts. To avoid being devoured, the people offer sacrifices daily…

? Command: Listen to Gosire Village’s Story

! Reward: Move to Next Chapter

X Failure: Great Adventure in Hungry Ghost Disguise

※ Foreign national detected. Auto Translation Service will be applied.

A scroll unfurled in mid-air.

“Here we go again.”

Calisia, sensing the hardships ahead, draped her arm over Ian’s shoulder and grumbled.

-My belly skin sticks to my back! Even my mind grows dim! Who will fill this starving stomach!

Shortly after, a clear voice rang out and their vision went black. Then they were in the village center.

“…Hungry, so hungry.”

“…Hungry, go.”

People with sunken cheeks clutched their stomachs and wandered the streets. Constantly repeating the same words, they had clearly lost their minds.

“Tsk. If only we could feed them something.”

A scholar who had approached them looked at the villagers with a face full of worry.

“If we try to feed them, those beast-like creatures come swarming. Oh my!”

The scholar sighed dramatically while stealing glances at Calisia.

“What.”

“Well- if it’s you, a shaman, surely you have some method… ahem, ahem.”

“Scholar. No, brother.”

Calisia poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue and stared at the scholar as if asking if he’d forgotten something.

“Brother? What brother! I’m Scholar Moon, so just call me Brother Moon comfortably.”

“Brother Moon. I noticed earlier you’ve been frequenting temples because of land spirits. When asking a shaman for something, you offer payment first. You know this.”

“Ah, that’s right! I almost forgot the payment! Wait just a moment!”

The scholar began unpacking his bundle as if ready to empty everything he had.

“It’s fine. Helping people is originally a Divine Disciple’s job anyway.”

Calisia waved her hands dismissively, saying it wasn’t necessary.

“Then why bring up payment?”

Ian, who had been quietly watching, asked with a ‘there goes Valus again’ expression. His meaning was, if you’re going to help anyway, why not do it graciously?

“Kindness is originally something where the giver acts all humble saying ‘no need, no need.’ Why would the receiver skip that part?”

Calisia scolded Ian for not knowing how the world works.

“Well, you’ve shown humility, so let’s start working. First, Brother Moon, go to the marketplace and buy some food for the villagers. Oh, and bring a small sword and some incense too. And salt! Lots of it!”

Calisia rattled off the needed items. She was confident the scholar was from a well-off family.

“Soeddongi, you go collect some stones around the village. As many as possible.”

“Stones?”

“I’ll write talismans to fool their eyes. Make them think the stones are food and rush for them. In that gap, we’ll feed the villagers.”

Calisia stretched to loosen her stiff body. It was time for some backbreaking labor that wasn’t in her destiny.

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“Huff, ugh…! This, huff, should be more, ugh, than enough to eat, and have leftovers.”

The scholar, who had brought a wooden cart loaded with food from somewhere, was breathing heavily.

“Isn’t this too much?”

“Right. It’s like he cleaned out an entire store.”

Ian and Calisia opened their mouths slightly at the enormous amount of food.

“He seems to lack understanding of numbers and quantities. Or perhaps he was swindled.”

Ian showed displeasure, saying the food distribution was a mess. If this were a small northern village, they couldn’t guarantee the next month because of him.

“It’s fine. That brother has lots of money.”

“He doesn’t look particularly wealthy.”

“Didn’t you see his shoes? The way they shine, they’re clearly not ordinary expensive silk.”

Calisia and Ian’s gazes gradually moved downward.

“Where are you looking! And I can hear everything!”

The red-faced scholar pulled his clothes down and shouted.

“Stop saying strange things and just give me the incense and sword. Wait here quietly until I signal. Oh, and even if someone comes asking for food inside the sacred rope, absolutely don’t give them any. They’ll catch on.”

After firmly warning the scholar, Calisia disappeared into the village with Ian.

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Calisia rolled her arms that had grown stiff from digging. Then she looked down at the farmland where the villagers had been pouring food. Illusion Magic. Various patterns were carved into the dry earth centered around the illusion character. The product of hard labor. This was Secret Arts that turned the land itself into a giant talisman. Like a trap.

“I thought my shoulder would pop out.”

“That’s why I said I’d do it.”

Ian wrapped his arms around Calisia’s shoulders, showing his displeasure. He let out a light sigh and began firmly massaging the tense muscles.

“Ah! Gently! Gently!”

Calisia hunched her shoulders and screamed.

“I am being gentle.”

“Be more gentle! And if you write them, the talismans lose their power! Just because ordinary people copy the shape doesn’t mean it works, and ow! Hey!”

Calisia, twisting her whole body from the strong grip, quickly escaped Ian’s grasp.

“Ah, ugh… You’re not loosening the muscles, you’re completely rupturing them. That’s enough, stop and just light the incense over there.”

Calisia pointed to small mounds of earth around the rice and crop fields. She had buried talismans with the Blinding Magic character and piled earth on top.

“Soettong. Now come into the village with Brother Moon and the food. The first thing to do is sprinkle salt on the people.”

The Gosire Village people were in a dazed state from prolonged hunger. Moreover, their life force was contaminated by the Hungry Ghosts’ energy, so purification with salt was necessary.

“Once they regain their senses, they’ll eat on their own, so you can just leave the food anywhere. I’ll do a final check on the talismans and follow.”

Calisia said while pouring the collected stones below the rice and crop fields.

“Understood.”

Ian’s gaze lingered on Calisia’s shoulder for a moment before falling away. Soon he kicked off the ground and leaped high.

“He’s practically a grasshopper. A grasshopper.”

Calisia exclaimed in admiration watching the figure quickly disappearing.

“Now I just need an offering and it’ll be complete.”

Muttering to herself, Calisia carefully examined the farmland. Illusion Magic would bewitch the Hungry Ghosts, and Blinding Magic would cover their eyes. It was a kind of double barrier.

And for their noses…

Shing-

Calisia drew the small sword she had asked the scholar for from her chest. Hungry Ghosts, demons that devour everything in existence. But what they craved most was still human blood and flesh. The more spiritual energy, the better.

“Damn it…”

Calisia squeezed her eyes shut and sliced very thinly into her forearm. Along with the sharp blade’s sensation, burning pain spread across her skin.

“It would be easy to just beat them up, but they had to complicate things.”

Calisia endured the pain as she threw the blood-soaked flesh below the rice and crop fields. In the Demon Realm, her fists didn’t work, so she had no choice but to follow traditional methods.

Flash!

Shortly after, brilliant light burst from the earth that held blood and flesh. The barrier to lure the Hungry Ghosts was finally complete. Calisia, who had moved far from the rice and crop fields, knelt on the dirt ground. One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Thud…!

A massive vibration began to resonate from below his knees.

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