Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 55

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55.

The scale that seemed to lean left suddenly tilted right and swayed mercilessly from side to side. The dolls gripped the iron chains attached to the plates tightly against the violent vibrations. After shaking for a while, the scale slowly began to settle into position. With that, every gaze in the venue focused on one spot.

Creak!

It was perfectly balanced.

“A tie, I see. Good. I’ll spare all three of your lives for now.”

Jacheongbi crossed her legs as if deflated and rested her chin on them. She looked like a sulking child.

“…Am I really so ugly that I deserve to fall into Fire Hell?”

The Scholar let out a hollow laugh as he looked at the wooden doll with its back half burned. Hadn’t he received love letters with flower water on them quite often, if not every day? Had all those girls’ eyes been crooked?

“Is that scale broken or what? There are two faces like these here, and we can’t beat that one human?”

Calisia was equally incredulous. Speaking of her own appearance, she could make an emperor lose his mind in an instant. And what about Ian standing beside her? He had the looks to bring down a perfectly fine nation in one moment like soup. Yet they couldn’t overpower that one Scholar—how did this make any sense?

“That human? Are you talking about me right now?”

The Scholar, who had been reflecting on his life, asked with obvious displeasure.

“One deity, two beauties that could topple nations, and one cow-patterned human. I don’t think the designation is wrong.”

“Ha! When was it that you called me brother! How can you persecute a person like this just because they’re ugly… No! I’m not ugly! I’m not! I’m handsome!”

The Scholar, who had already heard he was ugly for the hundredth time just today, spat as he flew into a rage. Though Calisia didn’t even pretend to listen.

“Quiet.”

At the untimely commotion, Jacheongbi’s eyes narrowed sharply. Calisia and the Scholar’s mouths snapped shut like clams.

“Hey, human. I inherently cannot stand things that are not beautiful. So don’t irritate me. The only reason you’re alive right now is because of those two.”

Jacheongbi pointed at the Scholar with the tip of her short sword as she warned him. At that murderous aura, the Scholar covered his mouth and nodded his head up and down.

“And you two beauties. What did you dare bring to my field? They say those who stay near ink become black. You’d better choose your friends wisely. The contents are lacking, but since the shells are decent, I’ll let it pass.”

At this merciful decision, Calisia cupped her hands under her chin and smiled prettily. At her face as radiant as a newly bloomed flower petal, Jacheongbi’s eyes softened gently.

“That’s right.”

Jacheongbi’s eyes now turned to Ian.

“Mmph mmph mmph. Ugh ugh. Ugh urgh grgh.”

Calisia struck Ian’s side hard with her elbow. It meant to play along a bit. Ian, with his dead fish eyes, tried to ignore that violent touch and just looked straight ahead.

“Grgh srgh mmph blrgh hrgh.”

As Jacheongbi’s eyes began to glisten, Calisia gritted her teeth in desperation.

“Haha. Damn it. Thanks to someone, I’m going to be buried in a field instead of a sunny spot. No wait. Thinking about it, it’s a good death. A good death. Where else could there be a place as sunny as here?”

“Ha.”

Under the combined attack from Jacheongbi and Calisia, Ian finally surrendered. He squeezed his eyes shut and cupped his hands under his chin. Though it looked more like he had slapped his own cheeks with both hands.

“Then shall we hear the reason you crawled into my field?”

Jacheongbi yawned long and waved her short sword toward the three people.

“We want to work as laborers in Lady Jacheongbi’s field!”

Not missing the opportunity, Calisia immediately prostrated herself on the ground. The Scholar also tactfully knelt and bowed his head. In the midst of this, only Ian kept his back straight.

“…Ugh, that stubborn fool really.”

Calisia lifted her head and rolled her eyes at Ian, who stood noble like a crane. She was frustrated.

“Laborers, you say. Ugyeong, what do you think?”

Jacheongbi wiggled her left foot and stroked Taljaengi’s hair. Despite his human appearance, the texture was as soft as ox fur, tickling her fingertips.

“Mooo-ooo-ooo.”

“Shall I put yokes around their necks too?”

Jacheongbi giggled like an excited child and whispered in Taljaengi’s ear. But Ugyeong only bowed his head lower, as if he dared not add a word.

“Good. What skills do you have? Let me hear them.”

“First, we!”

As soon as Jacheongbi gave permission, Calisia jumped up from her spot. She headed toward Ian, who was still holding his head high.

“Have good-looking faces!”

Calisia pressed her face right against Ian’s cheek and spoke with confidence. The Scholar’s face colored with bewilderment at the sight. No matter how much Jacheongbi coveted beauty, wasn’t that too much of a joke?

“Pass.”

“P-pass?”

The Scholar’s voice cracked beyond breaking. The series of situations was not just confusing but absurd.

“What about you?”

Jacheongbi’s gaze reached the Scholar. Even in that seemingly languid look, the Scholar’s body froze stiff.

“I, I am.”

The Scholar’s mind raced breathlessly to find a way to survive.

-Whatever it is, first, second, and third with Jacheongbi is beauty. Brother Mun.

Whatever it is, whatever it is, whatever it is…

Then, Calisia’s words flashed through his mind and a deep realization pierced his entire body.

“Physical beauty!”

How could beauty be limited to just the face? The Scholar’s cheeks flushed red as he swept his robe aside. Then he pulled up the hem of his pants. His ankle peeked out between the white fabric, followed by his calf, knee, and thigh.

“…!”

The venue was aghast at the unwanted feast of flesh.

“Moo-ooo…ooo? What is that pale thing…”

Even Taljaengi, who had been quietly offering his back to Jacheongbi, gaped.

“There’s nowhere in Goryeo’s mountains and fields these two legs haven’t been to capture the essence of nature! I may not know about other things, but I’m confident in these thighs and calves! Hehe!”

The Scholar slapped his leg flesh with a smacking sound and smiled. Everyone was gaping, which seemed like his brilliant strategy was working.

“And you see. While I may not be as burly as these warriors, my shoulder and arm lines are quite…”

The excited Scholar pulled taut the fabric covering his shoulders as he spoke.

“If you look at these lines, oh my. These clothes are layered. Just a moment, the ties…”

“Cover up! Cover up! Cover yourself!”

Before he could finish speaking, Calisia leaped toward the Scholar like she was flying. Pale-faced, she grabbed the Scholar’s collar with both hands.

“Mmmph grgh ngh? Ngh mmph mmph grgh.”

Calisia attempted ventriloquism, rolling her eyes to tell him to please look at Jacheongbi’s feet.

“Hehe. What do you keep telling me to look at… Hi, eek!”

The Scholar looked down and was horrified, quickly fastening his collar tight. It was because of Jacheongbi emanating a chilling aura and the ground that had sunk deep, unable to handle it.

“I, I! I’ve been learning from a master renowned as a scholar since I was ten years old. Thus, I entered Gyeongdeokjae Academy at the age of twenty and achieved great things with deep meaning in the Book of Songs…”

The Scholar stood at attention with his arms pressed to his body and began reciting his skills in a stream.

“…Brother Mun, Brother Mun!”

Calisia, who had been listening quietly, urgently shook the Scholar’s arm.

“Some-thing else… *cough*! Jacheong-*cough*-bi studied under Master Geomu, from whom even heaven seeks learning… *cough*! Three years studying with the Three Thousand Scholars, never losing first place… *cough*! Top, top honors… *cough*!”

“Masterful Calligraphy! Even among the prodigies gathered at Gyeongdeokjae Academy, I…!”

“Even among the heaven-*cough*! Among the heavenly deities… *cough*!”

Calisia’s fake coughing only grew worse. Because Jacheongbi was a deity who excelled in both civil and military arts, despite her warrior-like appearance.

“And, and also…!”

The Scholar rolled his eyes around and began pouring out all his skills.

Crash!

Suddenly, Jacheongbi’s short sword grazed the Scholar’s cheek and embedded in a tree.

“You have a long tongue.”

Jacheongbi’s thread-thin patience had snapped.

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