Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 52

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52.

“What about the Hungry Ghosts? Even if we farm, those creatures will devour everything.”

“I’m neither a shaman nor a Taoist, so I can’t do anything about that part. But at least one problem would be solved, wouldn’t it? And who knows? Heaven might take pity on them and send down a rope of salvation.”

The Scholar looked at Calisia with eyes filled with subtle expectation.

“But setting that aside. You didn’t really ask Jacheongbi to accept you as a worker with that face, did you?”

Calisia bit her lips with an ambiguous expression and scratched her philtrum.

“…That face? Haha, I’m not sure what you mean by that question?”

The Scholar also responded with an ambiguous face.

“Brother Mun. You’ve never met Jacheongbi, have you? From what I can see, you’ve only been repeatedly rejected by those Mask Dancers.”

“That’s true. But what does that have to do with my face?”

“The thing is, Jacheongbi is an extreme aesthete.”

Jacheongbi was someone who, in human form, had won over Mundoryeong, who was said to be the Jade Emperor’s son. She fell for his beauty, which was said to be more beautiful than the flowers of Western Heaven.

“No matter how much a deity conceals their power, humans instinctively can’t approach them. Because of instinctive fear and reverence. But Jacheongbi overcame all of that and stayed by Mundoryeong’s side. For the single reason that he was handsome.”

Calisia shook her head, asking if he understood how strong her passion and will for beauty was.

“Hmm- I still don’t understand the intent of your words. If that’s the case, then this face would be all the more necessary.”

The Scholar blinked once and gently placed his palm on his cheek.

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“Now, watch carefully. Brother Mun.”

Calisia, Ian, and the Scholar. The three of them sat huddled together by the streamside.

“Let me start first.”

Calisia pointed to her own face reflected on the calm water surface. Then the Eastern beauty with delicate yet gorgeous features also reached out her hand. It was the Demon Realm’s Automatic Race Patch Service.

“A face smaller than a fist with fair skin. And these large eyes that seem ready to spill over, and these cherry-red lips.”

“What are you suddenly talking about? I wondered why you came to the streamside, but you came all the way here to boast about yourself?”

The Scholar made all sorts of expressions and threw a fit. They had just witnessed the suffering of the Gosire Village People. Their situation was too tragic to waste time on useless activities.

“That’s not it, I’m objectively a peerless beauty. And here.”

Calisia, unbothered by the Scholar’s anger, now pointed directly at Ian.

“Look. These thick and elegant eyebrows that look like they were drawn stroke by stroke with ink!”

Calisia spoke passionately while looking at his seemingly indifferent yet pure profile. Ian’s eyebrows twitched at her blatant praise.

“Eyes filled with melancholy as if he alone carries all the world’s sorrows! A nose bridge higher than Baekdu Mountain!”

Calisia raised her voice while poking at various parts of Ian’s features with her finger.

“Ha! Really, listening and listening, you have no shame! What on earth are you doing!”

The Scholar’s face turned red and blue as he couldn’t listen anymore and stirred the stream water with his hand.

“What do you mean what? This one is also objectively a peerless handsome man. Now finally it’s Brother Mun’s turn. Come, let’s see.”

“What do you keep telling me to look at!”

The angry Scholar looked at the reflections in the rippling water. Two peerless beauties and one person.

“Brother. Do you see what’s different now?”

Calisia casually wrapped her arm around the Scholar’s shoulder.

“….”

The Scholar blinked his eyelids with a dumbfounded expression. The features scattering along the undulating waves looked pitiful for no reason. Moreover, the face he had thought was pleasantly masculine somehow looked so wrinkled today.

“Brother Mun. Do you know what the identity of those Mask Dancers is?”

Calisia firmly patted the shoulder of the dazed Scholar.

“Identity?”

The Scholar, who had been blankly staring at the water, suddenly came to his senses and turned to look at her.

“They’re not human. Cow pattern, I mean. Didn’t you see the pattern carved on the masks?”

“That was cow pattern? And they’re not human, what do you mean….”

“There’s a male servant called Jeongsunam who served Jacheongbi since she was human, you know? Even though he’s called a servant, he’s now properly a deity who governs livestock. Anyway, those Mask Dancers are Jeongsunam’s subordinates.”

“If what you say is true, then those Mask Dancers are servants of Jacheongbi’s servant. How can they treat a guest who came to find their master with such rudeness?”

The Scholar clenched his fist, recalling the humiliation he had suffered from the Mask Dancers.

“Why? Well, animals and little ones have the most accurate eye for judging faces.”

Why else would Jacheongbi use Jeongsunam’s half-human half-beasts as gatekeepers instead of her own proper subordinates?

“Now see here.”

The Scholar’s under-eye area trembled at Calisia casually picking at his feelings.

“What?”

“…So what you’re trying to say is that I was driven away because I’m ugly? And by servants of Jacheongbi’s servant at that?”

“Ah. It’s not that you’re ugly, but that you’re not handsome. Brother.”

Calisia waved her hands greatly, telling him not to misunderstand like that.

“Isn’t that the same thing!”

“It’s different. Right, Soettong?”

“You tell me! Aren’t men’s and women’s eyes originally different! I’m telling you now, but I received quite a few love letters in my youth!”

The Scholar, his neck turning bright red, made various sounds while seeking agreement from Ian.

“If I had to say….”

At that earnest gaze, Ian swept over the Scholar’s face with dry eyes.

“Neither handsome nor ugly. Closer to just ‘having a face.'”

An indifferent voice flowed from his red lips.

“Th, th, this!”

At an answer worse than mockery, the Scholar trembled his hands and pointed into the air.

“Unfortunately, with that face, you’ll be stopped at the animal friends level, let alone reaching Jacheongbi.”

Calisia comforted the Scholar while telling him the harsh truth.

“Brother. You need to quickly accept what you need to accept. That’s how you can plan for the future.”

“Th, this!”

“Fortunately, it’s not like there’s absolutely no method… Ah, of course it would be really convenient if you had a handsome face.”

Calisia spoke in a meaningful tone. Actually, in the current situation, there was no need to burden themselves with the Scholar, who was a risk factor. Nevertheless, the reason she traveled with him was one thing. Even though the book had moved to Chapter 2, the character called Scholar still existed.

‘There’s a high possibility he’s a person essential to the plot.’

Calisia rubbed her lips with her thumb.

“Why are you staring like that? You’re not thinking of leaving me behind now, are you?”

An anxious look crossed the Scholar’s face. Because Calisia’s gaze was like that of a military officer contemplating whether to behead a criminal.

“Let me ask just one thing. Brother Mun, why is an esteemed nobleman suffering like this, getting involved with the Gosire Village People you’ve never met? From your appearance, you seem to be from a family with considerable wealth.”

“Wealth, what wealth. Our family is a scholarly family far from Gaekyeong or the capital. Even my father refuses government positions and teaches children at a small private school.”

At the mention of wealth, the Scholar leaned back and burst into laughter. His attitude was like asking what kind of joke that was.

“But the silk shoes you’re wearing aren’t ordinary luxury goods, are they?”

“That’s the thing. Ahem, it’s not boasting, but I attend Gyeongdeokjae, where only Goryeo’s top talents go. But what’s really strange is this. Perhaps because my family lacks wealth, every friend I make was born with gold rings in their hands.”

The Scholar said that thanks to his friends who were children of influential families, precious gifts never ceased coming. He said that even when he refused, they would just stuff them into his arms.

“I feel so sorry that I often help my friends with their writing. I have quite a reputation for skill within Gyeongdeokjae.”

“…You’re an errand boy. An errand boy.”

Calisia shook her head while looking at the Scholar with his good-natured face.

“Anyway, so why exactly are you helping Gosire Village?”

“…Have you ever seen the tribute women being taken to the Yuan Dynasty?”

Darkness fell over the Scholar’s complexion.

‘Tribute women?’

Calisia narrowed her eyes. Yuan Dynasty tribute women referred to Goryeo women. It seemed the setting of this Demon Realm was Goryeo.

“Well, since the Marriage Bureau takes women away every day, you can’t help but see them.”

Deep complexity settled in the Scholar’s voice. It had been decades since the Yuan Dynasty established the Marriage Bureau in Goryeo. The tears of blood from women sold to foreign countries could form seas and more.

“…Terrible. And you know what the Yuan Dynasty bastards do when they take the women? They put ropes around their necks and drag them like beasts!”

Fire suddenly blazed in the Scholar’s eyes. The Goryeo women who were dragged away helplessly with faces empty and dried of tears. It was because the scene he had witnessed with his friends flashed through his mind again.

“One woman among them was walking barefoot with her shoes and socks stripped off. Her steps toward that distant foreign country looked so arduous and painful.”

The Scholar’s voice gradually became choked with emotion. There was nothing he could do at that time. He couldn’t draw his sword to save them, nor could he raise his voice to scold those barbarians.

“When I first saw the Gosire Village People with their feet bound by the Sacred Rope, I thought of that woman. Those small feet that I could only watch leave.”

All the Scholar could do was offer his shoes. So that the wounded woman’s feet could be even a little more comfortable. Someone might consider it a pointless act, but it was the best he could do.

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