Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 53

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53.

“So this time, are you helping the Gosire Village People to avoid just letting them go again?”

“…No. It’s not such a grand resolution. I don’t have that kind of ability either. Then and now, I simply do my best as one born a nobleman. Because that’s what I was taught was right.”

A deep-rooted firmness showed on the scholar’s face as he breathed shortly.

Clap!

“Okay. You pass. Let’s go together.”

Calisia patted the scholar’s shoulder and back vigorously, lightening the mood.

“Pass? You said pass? Hehehe.”

The scholar, who had been making a bewildered expression, unconsciously clapped and cheered. He had been swept up in Calisia’s smooth talk.

“Soettong. Take good care of Brother Moon while we’re traveling.”

Calisia leaned over and whispered to Ian.

“His conduct is somewhat frivolous, but he’s someone who knows the responsibilities and duties of nobility. Unlike his appearance, he’s someone with proper character.”

Ian, who had been disapproving of the scholar all along, answered with a much softer attitude.

“What? You tell me to take good care of him and suddenly mention character? Ah, Soettong. I understand what point moved you, but… When I said ‘take good care,’ I literally meant take care of Brother Moon’s body.”

Take care of this flesh and blood. Calisia pointed from the scholar’s head to his toes with her hand.

“….”

“Looking at that guy, his story has impact and his character is clear, so he seems like a major figure, right? If we take him along, he’ll definitely be useful.”

Calisia enumerated the scholar’s importance. In the Demon Realm, even the smallest things could become clues or keys.

“…Those Western Region folks.”

A moment later, Ian, who had been keeping his mouth shut for a while, spat out a short remark and turned around.

“What’s with that suddenly? Regional prejudice? Hey!”

Left behind, Calisia shouted with an incredulous face.

***

One hour later—.

“Will this really work?”

A wooden plow with a long rope attached. The scholar looked down at the farming tool placed on the floor with a dubious expression. No matter how he looked at it, the item hastily bought from the marketplace had nothing extraordinary about it.

“There’s nothing better than this ox plow for leading cattle.”

Calisia, wearing a confident smile, pulled hard on the rope attached to the plow. The rope was quite thick, so it didn’t seem likely to come loose in the middle.

“From now on, there’s only one thing we need to worry about. The Bull, who is the leader of the Mask Dancers.”

Beasts usually recognized the individual who defeated their leader as the new king. Jeongsunam’s half-human half-beasts would probably be the same.

“I’ve come to become Jacheongbi’s worker!”

The scholar, putting strength in his belly, shouted toward the Green Forest thick with trees. Then an echo rang out and the light green leaves trembled.

Trudge trudge—

A moment later, those same Mask Dancers revealed themselves from the bushes.

“Well, well, who do we have here. Isn’t this the noble gentleman?”

A man who appeared to be the leader stepped forward, dragging his club. Two horns carved into the wooden mask and thick eyelids. It was a bull.

“Are you tired of walking on two legs now?”

The Bull Mask tapped the scholar’s ankle with his club.

“Hii, eek!”

Even at that light teasing, the scholar’s legs trembled. Memories of being thoroughly beaten by the Mask Dancers came flooding back.

“Wahaha!”

Mocking laughter burst out from here and there at the scholar breaking out in cold sweat. They said how could someone who trembles like this come crawling in on his own feet.

“Or will you run away like last time?”

At the Bull Mask’s words, the atmosphere among the Mask Dancers immediately turned menacing.

“What. Don’t you have anyone to help you this time?”

The Bull Mask, making a throat sound, roughly grabbed the scholar’s chin. His glaring eyes blazed as if they would spill over at any moment.

“Let’s see you try to run away. Hmm?”

“Urgh!”

A high moan burst from the scholar’s mouth at the pain that felt like his jaw would break.

“Ugh, the art style is quite unpleasant to look at.”

Just then, a small head popped up from behind the scholar’s back. It was Calisia, pretending to retch.

“A beauty?”

The Bull Mask, raising his eyebrows, roughly threw away the scholar’s chin. The scholar, abandoned in an instant, couldn’t hide his bewilderment and just gaped his mouth.

“I came to become Jacheongbi’s worker.”

Calisia raised her chin high. Her white face with fine lines stood out under the sunlight without reservation. The graceful line from her round eyebrows to her nose bridge, and her downcast eyes were as lovely as a crescent moon.

“Approved.”

The Bull Mask, who had been silently captivated by that beauty for a moment, nodded slightly. The Mask Dancers also followed him, shaking their heads up and down.

“…Approved? Approooved? Did you just say approved?”

The scholar, relegated to the sidelines, couldn’t contain his anger and grabbed the Bull Mask by the collar. No way. Get lost. Don’t even come near. Not a chance. All the words he had heard so far flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. Why had he come such a difficult way when the path could open so easily?

“Why! Why won’t you accept me but you accept that woman! Why!”

The scholar shook the Bull Mask while crying out in despair.

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

The Bull Mask, snorting, gently pressed down on the scholar’s wrist.

“I’m asking because I don’t know!”

“Then I’ll tell you. How dare you try to meet Jacheongbi with that kind of face.”

The Bull Mask bent his waist to match the scholar’s eye level. Then his large eyes carefully scanned the scholar’s forehead, nose bridge, and lips.

“You ugly bastard.”

Along with giggling sounds, the Bull Mask’s eyes crinkled.

“…Plow.”

At the mockery ringing in his ears, the scholar seemed to lose his fighting spirit and hung his head low.

“Plow? What are you saying? The ugly bastard can’t even speak properly.”

“Plooooooow!”

The scholar, veins bulging in his neck, shouted toward the Bull Mask’s back.

Whiiiiish!

Before the words were even finished, a yellow rope flew toward the Bull Mask’s head. It was Ian.

“Guh, urk!”

The Bull Mask, whose neck was instantly strangled, shook his head wildly trying to escape the yoke. It was Ian who had been hiding behind the bushes.

“Who is it!”

The panicked Mask Dancers flailed about swinging their clubs.

“Hold on tight.”

Ian, handing the ox plow rope to the scholar, plunged into the middle of the enemy formation.

“Don’t worry!”

Watching that reliable back, the scholar gripped the rope tightly wound around his hands. As if he would never let go.

***

“Moooo!”

“If you just guide us properly to Jacheongbi, I’ll release you right away. Let’s do well, okay?”

Calisia gently stroked the back of the Mask Dancer who had transformed into a bull.

“He really was a bull. Hehe.”

The scholar holding the ox plow still couldn’t believe it and rubbed his eyes. Somewhat short horns, large eyes, and a broad nose. Where did the menacing man go, leaving only a genuine brown bull?

“Really a bull. A bull.”

“Brother Moon. How long are you going to keep rubbing your eyes? Let’s hurry and depart.”

Calisia slapped the scholar’s forearm repeatedly.

“Depart? Me?”

“Well, whoever caught the ox plow should drive the ox. Who else would do it? Tell it to go quickly.”

“Al, alright. But how do I tell it to go? I should have experience driving this ox. Go? Move? Get going? Or maybe depart?”

“….”

At his ridiculous words, Calisia crossed her arms and stared at the scholar.

“Giddy up?”

The scholar, seeming to know how embarrassing he looked, shook the ox plow rope up and down with an awkward smile.

“Whoa there.”

Calisia pressed her forehead and let out a deep sigh.

***

Following the bull into the Green Forest, fertile land stretched endlessly before them. In the vast fields, crops reaching up to their waists were densely planted.

“Isn’t this more like a forest than a field?”

The scholar walking while gripping the plow gaped his mouth open and continuously expressed amazement. Rice stalks as tall as people with grains larger than cherries. It was truly fitting for Sacred Mountain where the god of agriculture had descended.

“Ugh, cha!”

“Grr, ungcha!”

Going a bit deeper inside, this time they heard labored groaning sounds. They were people wearing wooden masks on their faces and holding hoes in their hands.

“Are those also cow pattern people?”

The scholar whispered in Calisia’s ear about the figures glimpsed between the rice stalks.

“Oh my. You really have no eye for detail.”

Calisia clicked her tongue, asking what cow pattern people he was talking about.

“Soettong. Who do those people look like to you?”

“Aren’t they Gosire Village People?”

Ian glanced at the masked people and immediately gave the correct answer. Though their faces were covered, their gestures and way of walking weren’t.

“Those are Gosire Village People? But why are they wearing masks…?”

The scholar’s eyes widened as he trailed off. The sight of them farming while wearing wooden masks looked somewhat eerie.

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