Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 58

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58.

Thud-!

“…Haha.”

Calisia, who had caught on to the situation, immediately knelt down. She smiled obsequiously and rolled her eyes slightly. It was to search for Ian and Scholar’s whereabouts.

“Ugh, uuugh!”

At the familiar groaning sound, Calisia’s head turned upward. The two people, bound by Jacheongbi’s energy, were hanging in mid-air unable to move a muscle.

“Foolish shaman. Did you think you could escape my eyes in this Jacheongbi’s field?”

At the stern rebuke, Calisia straightened her gaze. Then she quietly pushed the five grains seeds in her hand into the folds of her skirt.

“Tsk! How is it that those who receive the General Spirit are all so lacking in wisdom?”

Jacheongbi snorted and threw a dagger at the hem of Calisia’s skirt.

“Ah geez! Eek! Haha… Did you see?”

“Yes. I saw. Ignorant and foolish shaman. If I had not allowed it, could you dare have taken the five grains seeds out?”

“That’s… right?”

Calisia’s shoulders, which had been hunched, straightened up before she knew it. What reason would Jacheongbi have for saying such things to her? It meant she would show mercy as a divine spirit.

“Your grace is boundless. Lady Jacheongbi. Then if you would complete the mercy you were showing…”

“How shameless.”

Jacheongbi’s eyes narrowed sharply.

“However, since your soul is exceptionally pure and your nature righteous, I shall complete the mercy I was showing.”

Jacheongbi’s gaze reached toward Scholar hanging in mid-air. Unlike her usual criticism of his inadequacy, her eyes were filled with boundless affection.

Thump! Thump!

Shortly after, Scholar and Ian’s bodies fell downward.

“Ignorant shaman.”

Jacheongbi threw a silk pouch that was heavily filled with something. Calisia caught it with a bewildered expression. It was five grains seeds.

“This much?”

“There are quite a lot of mouths to feed, aren’t there.”

Jacheongbi clasped her hands behind her back and raised an eyebrow. She was referring to the Gosire Village People.

Whoosh!

Jacheongbi threw something once more. It was a silk sachet with a beautiful indigo color.

“Since he is one who will do great things in the future, there will be many hardships.”

Jacheongbi’s gaze lingered on Scholar before returning to Calisia.

“I understand what you mean, my lady.”

Calisia, who had put the silk pouch and sachet in her bosom, bowed deeply toward the divine spirit.

“And also. For Ghost Gate Observation, it would be better to give him a sword rather than talismans.”

Jacheongbi, who had briefly made eye contact with Ian, soon disappeared beyond the grove.

***

Gosire Village-

“But what do you plan to do with this?”

Scholar, who had been planting five grains seeds in the field surrounded by barriers, twisted his stiff back from side to side.

“I’ll make porridge and feed it to the Gosire Village People and the Hungry Ghosts. Just eating five grains seeds washes away sins.”

“Just eating them washes away karma? Then quickly! Let me plant them quickly! Shouldn’t we relieve their suffering as soon as possible!”

Scholar, who had knelt on the ground, frantically scooped out dirt.

“Yes. Well. But Brother Moon, are you burying someone? Should I prepare a coffin for you?”

Calisia grabbed the arm of Scholar who was digging up the ground.

“Who digs this deep to plant one seed? At this rate, a hot spring will burst forth. A hot spring will burst forth.”

“This isn’t right? Hmm, hmm! Well… When would I have ever done something like this.”

The embarrassed Scholar buried the dirt back while watching Calisia’s reaction.

“If you dig this deep, the sprouts will have a hard time breaking through. Brother Moon.”

“Ahem! If I had known this would happen, I should have learned some farming from Father.”

“Didn’t you say you teach children at the village school?”

“Well, how should I put it. Father is a somewhat unique person. He’s different from other nobles. He would work the fields covered in mud, and personally repair old farming tools.”

Scholar recalled old memories. When he was young, he found it strange that his father didn’t pursue official positions and mingled with the common people. Even the day he left for Gyeongdeokjae with ambitions for the capital was like that.

-I’m going to Gyeongdeokjae. And eventually, I’ll implement righteous politics for the people. The officials of this country are too complacent and corrupt…!

-My, my son is full of energy. I understand, so come here now and help this father with weeding the field.

-Are you listening to what I’m saying? And that field isn’t even yours, Father. You’re getting your clothes dirty. Please come out.

-Mr. Park next door fell down the mountain and has no one to work for him. Son. Politics for the people is good, but right now lending a hand would be more helpful.

But it was Father who truly cared for the people. It was himself who failed to understand his deep intentions.

“You’re quite the know-it-all. Learn even now, Brother Moon. If this person only buries himself in books, he’s bound to become a useless smart-aleck. And you need to know the ways of the world to become a good official.”

Calisia replied while finishing planting the five grains seeds.

“You sound similar to Father. He used to say that too. The path for the people lies among the people.”

“Brother Moon.”

“Is it that moving? I too have deeply realized something through this incident.”

“Brother Moon.”

“Actually, you see. There were many who criticized Father for mingling freely with the common people. They said he didn’t maintain proper dignity. But the one who truly fulfilled the duties of a nobleman was…”

“Brother Moon! Stop talking and move your foot. Soettong, this has sprouted, right?”

A green sprout was already poking its head out from under Scholar’s foot. This happened less than a moment after planting the seeds.

“A sprout? Already? Where?”

Scholar moved his feet around trying to see the sprout.

“Ah! Ah! Don’t step on it! Brother Moon! I said don’t step on it!”

“I’m not stepping on it because I want to! Where is it, ugh, argh!”

Scholar’s body, who had been making a fuss, was suddenly lifted into the air. It was because Ian, who had been silently planting seeds, had grabbed his ankle and lifted him up.

“Ugh, eek! Are you starting to resemble those shapeshifter fellows too! Please use words! Use words!”

Scholar, who had suddenly found himself standing upright in the air, made crying sounds.

***

In the village center surrounded by layers of barriers, the Gosire Village People were each busily moving about. Chopping firewood, lighting fires, bringing out bowls. It was a scene as if some great celebration had occurred in the village.

“Heave-ho.”

Five or six villagers carried a wide ritual table with quick steps. Sweat beaded on their foreheads. Their movement was uncomfortable because sacred ropes were tied around both their ankles.

“Hey hey! The table is crooked over there. No, not there. There!”

Calisia, who had settled in the shade, cheerfully gave directions. She was waving around a tree branch she had picked up from somewhere.

“Look over there. Yes, there. Am I the only one who can see that dust?”

“Are you tickling beans right now? Scrub it clean. Think of it as washing away your own sins and do it very carefully and thoroughly!”

“Look at the effort put into chopping this firewood? Is this just kindling that will burn away to nothing? At this rate, even this opportunity might burn away to nothing.”

And it was a continuous stream of nitpicking.

“Unpleasant to watch. Those people have physical difficulties.”

Eventually, Ian, who couldn’t bear to watch the situation, stood in front of Calisia.

“This fellow is right. Even royal ceremonies wouldn’t be this demanding.”

Scholar also added his words, defending the villagers. She had said not to help or interfere since they were washing away their sins, but this was excessive.

“Excessive my foot! Originally, ritual tables require sincerity first and sincerity second. Especially tables like this where we pray to wash away killing karma.”

The young man who lost his life on the way back from performing the Mountain God rain ritual. He was the very owner of this ritual table.

“…May you achieve peaceful rebirth.”

Incense smoke rose from the ritual table where five grains seed porridge had been placed. The Gosire Village People prostrated themselves flat before it. It was to confess their sins and seek forgiveness.

“Aigo!”

“Ahhhhh!”

Someone banged their head against the floor, while another clawed at their chest and wailed.

They simply prayed and prayed again….

When the people had cried themselves to exhaustion and began collapsing one by one, a solemn voice settled over the hall.

“Now partake in the blessed meal.”

At Calisia’s words, the people shakily rose from their places. With trembling hands, they grasped the bowls containing Five Grains Seed Porridge.

“Hah, ahp.”

The savory and fragrant porridge moistened their dry lips and gently soothed their aching insides.

Rustle-

At that moment, a gentle breeze tickled the hair of the Gosire Village People as it passed by.

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