Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 59

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59.

“…Ah, sob!”

The Village People clutched their bowls and burst into tears. An invisible embrace was warmly holding them.

“Deli, cious… Deli, cious.”

“Real, ly deli, sob…! Deli, cious.”

“Ahhh…!”

The people’s vision turned a heavenly blue. The Sacred Rope that had bound their ankles disappeared, and the flesh eaten by the Hungry Ghosts was restored. Heavenly power had settled within them.

“There are quite a few like them in the Northern Region too.”

Ian, who had been watching the scene, let out a heavy sigh. The Northern Region was vast, and there were many places the Duke’s influence couldn’t reach. It meant there were countless people who chose banditry to survive.

“I’m not defending them. I just wonder what would have happened if they had been given opportunities like these people.”

The Northern Region was as strict in its laws as it was barren. People like these criminals couldn’t escape the executioner’s blade.

“The Northern Region isn’t a place lenient enough to be ruled with compassion and mercy.”

His mouth felt bitter for no reason. Could they have lived differently if they had been born and raised on fertile land like the Eastern Region?

“…?”

Ian, who had been lost in thought alone, turned his head left and right. He sensed something strange. The two people who should have said something by now were far too quiet.

“…What on earth are you doing over there.”

Sure enough, the two were sitting among the Gosire Village People, eating porridge.

“Come here! Hurry! Hurry!”

“This, is, really good!”

They urged Ian, saying when would they ever get to eat food that the heavenly gods ate again.

“You two eat plenty.”

“Hur, ry! Gulp! Come quickly! Geez, so much trouble.”

Calisia grabbed Ian’s wrist and dragged him over, saying the Five Grains Seed Porridge was better than most Spirit Medicine.

“Ian, do you remember what I said when we came here?”

Calisia patted the seat next to her and handed him porridge with a sweet aroma.

“…Ian?”

Ian, who had settled into the seat next to Calisia, frowned. His own name coming from her mouth felt unfamiliar.

“I told you to know your rank. You’re not a Duke yet, you’re still a Young Duke.”

Calisia took a spoonful of porridge and let out a big sigh.

“Worrying about the harsh Northern Region, feeling guilty about opportunities not given—these aren’t your burdens to bear yet.”

Calisia poked at her porridge unnecessarily. She remembered his face darkening as he talked about the Territory’s situation.

“Ian.”

Calisia turned her head to the side. He was still young. Too beautiful a youth to be shadowed.

“Yeah.”

“This is sweet.”

Calisia held out a spoon filled with porridge toward Ian. Sweet things were best for comforting children. That was how young Kim Yuha used to comfort herself.

“….”

After hesitating briefly, Ian opened his mouth slightly and swallowed the porridge.

“Sweet, right?”

“…You’re right. It’s sweet.”

Ian smiled faintly at the sweetness spreading through his mouth. Calisia’s eyes curved into crescents, following his expression.

“You look good when you smile. Ian, let’s just live sweetly like this for now. We can worry about the Territory and family matters later.”

Calisia playfully leaned her head against his broad shoulder. At that ticklish sensation, Ian couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“That’s right! Let’s live sweetly like this, just like now!”

Scholar, who had approached at some point, wrapped both of them in a big hug from behind.

“Geez! Are you crazy? Ah, let go! Is this guy really insane?”

Calisia jumped up from her seat, looking disgusted as she brushed herself off.

“Why are you like that, sweetly… Ah, ah! Ah, ack!”

Then Ian mercilessly twisted Scholar’s arm behind his back.

“With words! Good sir! Use words! Ah, ah!”

“Didn’t I say the Northern Region’s laws are strict.”

Ian, radiating a chillingly cold aura, dragged Scholar away just like that.

“So if we just remove this barrier, Gosire Village will be completely liberated?”

Scholar, clutching his nearly dislocated shoulder and arm, stood before a mound of earth stuck full of incense.

“Yes. Once the barrier is gone, Hungry Ghosts who smell it will come to eat the porridge. Oh, and.”

Calisia suddenly grabbed both of Scholar’s hands and lifted them up.

“Uh, eek! Why, why are you suddenly doing this! I, I am already a married man!”

The startled Scholar tried to pull his hands free with force.

“Stay still for a moment! Maybe it’s from eating the porridge, but the curse has definitely disappeared.”

Calisia examined Scholar’s hands thoroughly, front and back. The black stain that had been there was completely gone.

“Please! Please speak first! Both you and that fellow over there!”

Scholar looked back and forth between Calisia and Ian, making dying sounds.

“Still, just in case, let’s do a Purification Ritual once.”

Calisia cleanly ignored Scholar’s protests. She lit the incense and waved the smoke around Scholar’s body.

“And this.”

Calisia held out the Blue Incense Pouch she had received from Jacheongbi.

“It’s a very precious item. Think of it as a spare life and always keep it in your bosom.”

“A spare life? Such a precious thing for me?”

Scholar carefully took the incense pouch and opened his eyes wide. Even to him, ignorant about treasures, this was clearly no ordinary item.

“Looking at your meddlesome nature, it seems like you’ll have many more cursed incidents ahead.”

Calisia turned around and kicked away the mound of earth stuck with incense. It was time to call the Hungry Ghosts.

“But isn’t kicking it away too disrespectful?”

Scholar, who had hurriedly put the incense pouch in his bosom, stood next to Calisia.

“That’s prejudice. Whether hands or feet, they’re all precious body parts that our parents handmade for us.”

“Is, is that so.”

Scholar, who had been tilting his head, soon understood and kicked away the mound with his foot.

“Stop the useless chatter. They’re coming.”

Ian squeezed next to Calisia and firmly pushed Scholar’s leg away with his foot.

“Technically, she said it first! How is it only me who gets….”

Thud…!

Thud thud thud thud thud thud!

Before Scholar could finish speaking, the sound of the ground shaking covered the area. It was a horde of Hungry Ghosts.

-Grrrrrrr!

Hungry Ghosts poured endlessly into the broken barrier. The terrified people hid behind fences and walls.

-Grr, ack! Grr, rack!

The Hungry Ghosts, entranced by the scent of Five Grain Seeds, bounced up and down in place. Each time their massive bodies rose and fell, the ground cracked and split.

-Slurp! Slurp, slurp!

The Hungry Ghosts stuck out their long tongues and plunged their heads into the cauldron. The sound of greedy licking swept through the village. Soon, blue light descended from heaven and enveloped the Hungry Ghosts.

Shiiine-!

Their necks, stretched long like rice cakes, returned to their proper place, and their bellies, swollen like mountains, gradually deflated. Their souls were regaining human form.

“Thank you, Brother Ikjeom.”

Sensing the story was coming to an end, Calisia suddenly bowed to Scholar.

“Thank you? For what?”

“Thanks to you, many people’s lives were saved.”

Moon Ikjeom, the righteous man who had hidden Cotton Seeds in his Brush Case and benefited countless people. Calisia smiled brightly at him.

“Really, what did I do…. But how did you know my name?”

“Thanks to you, we spent the cold, harsh winter very warmly. The people will remember Brother Moon for a very long time. Probably even after hundreds of years pass. But Brother, didn’t you make your portrait a bit too handsome…!”

Boom-

Thud!

The sound of the drum echoed throughout Gosire Village, and immediately after, my vision flipped upside down.

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