Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 6

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6.

Was there anything that Deorik Valus had ever lacked? Just being born as the legitimate heir of a ducal house made him different from ordinary people.

From birth, he possessed wealth and honor that no one dared covet, and as he grew, he gained the glory of being called a hero and the praise of the people. He had enjoyed all the splendor that a human could experience. So what could a distant descendant possibly offer him?

“That’s all from when you were alive, Grandfather. Do you know why ghosts linger near people?”

Most spirits preferred to blend in where there were many people. Eating, sleeping, wearing clothes. The dead loved to see and hear these ordinary daily routines.

It was because they could no longer have that natural everyday life. Therefore, spirits longed for what they had enjoyed in life, and sometimes even coveted it.

“Don’t you want to enjoy the pleasure of eating again? Around midnight, let’s meet in my bedroom at the Northern Castle. I’ll let you taste that teatime you enjoyed with Great-Great-Grandmother again.”

Calisia spoke with a confident tone. After all, for customers hesitating whether to buy something or not, a free sample was the answer.

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The nostalgic taste Calisia recalled was ‘Lotus Majakgwa,’ a traditional Korean confection. A sweet dessert that resembled Lafloria flowers, evoking past nostalgia while being essential for teatime.

Calisia rolled up her sleeves and tied on an apron. On the neatly organized shelf lay ingredients that the Head Chef had prepared in advance.

Flour, salt, ginger juice, and red radish powder, among others.

“It would have been even better if we had sesame oil.”

Setting aside her regret, Calisia began kneading the flour in earnest. With skillful hands, she worked the ingredients dozens of times. The dough, tinted peach-colored, became elastic and formed into a cohesive mass.

-How…!

Isaac, who had been floating around the kitchen, covered his mouth as he watched the round dough. The appropriately elastic texture was no different from the work of professional cooks.

“What.”

-You’re cooking, you’re actually cooking!

“Making such a fuss over this little thing. I’m originally good at cooking.”

Calisia shrugged her shoulders. Of course, her original self as a noble young lady wouldn’t know how to cook. But now, with Kim Yuha’s soul added at 99.9 percent, the situation was different.

Her culinary knowledge was quite deep, from Korean cuisine to Japanese, Chinese, and Western dishes. The reason she learned cooking, which wasn’t in her destiny, was because of the General.

More precisely, because of his nagging interference at the dinner table that drove people crazy!

Every time she made offerings, he would complain that this had no seasoning at all, or that lacked umami flavor.

Thanks to that, her cooking skills had improved dramatically though.

-Since when exactly?

“Why are you so interested in other people’s personal information? Mind your own business, dude.”

Calisia, who had rolled the dough thin with a rolling pin, held the knife tip downward.

Swoosh- Swoosh-

Wherever the blade passed, large and small flowers bloomed.

“Whether alive or dead, I can’t escape the fate of preparing ancestral rites for old men.”

Calisia, completely drained of energy, dropped the flower-shaped dough into oil. The cute-sized lotus flowers were fried to a golden brown, giving off a savory aroma.

“Wow- Even though I made it myself, it’s a work of art.”

The oil-soaked Majakgwa looked crispy at first glance. But the most important thing was missing. The sticky honey syrup fragrant with cinnamon.

Bubble bubble-

Calisia dipped the confection into the syrup that had begun to boil. The sweet aroma rose up and the red color became even more vivid.

It was the moment when the nostalgic Majakgwa bloomed.

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“Your ordered Lafloria flowers are ready. The first dessert is ‘Lotus Majakgwa,’ double-fried in freshly pressed oil for a crispy texture. Also, pickled in premium honey with cinnamon fragrance, you can taste natural sweetness and luxurious flavor.”

Calisia, imitating a restaurant waiter, placed the silver plate on the table. Deorik, who received the tea table with a strange expression, slowly curled his hand into a fist.

Teatime with someone else felt somehow refreshingly new.

-Not bad.

Deorik slightly raised the corner of his mouth. Lotus Majakgwa decorated with blue herbs. It looked as if a small garden had been transplanted onto the plate. If his wife had seen this, she would have hesitated for a long time, asking how she could eat something so pretty.

“Please try a bite.”

-If I could do that, nothing would be better.

Deorik, unable to shake off his suspicion, slowly reached his hand toward the plate. Thunk- Something blunt caught on his finger.

-…It’s sticky.

His tone was bewildered. He kept rubbing his fingertip covered in syrup. Sensation. That was the identity of what was enveloping him. As if entranced, he picked up the Majakgwa and opened his mouth.

The crispy, dense texture and rich honey that flowed out with each bite. It was a stimulation he hadn’t felt for decades.

But why was his mouth so bitter?

It was delicious. Certainly delicious enough to send thrills through his entire body. At the same time, his heart felt painfully empty.

-Miss. Miss!

Isaac, lowering his voice, called Calisia desperately. Deorik’s reaction was not very promising.

“Don’t worry. I actually prepared something else separately.”

Suddenly grabbing a quill pen, Calisia went to a corner of the wall and began writing a poem. This was a type of sorcery that summoned illusions through verses imbued with the deceased’s wishes.

The long journey of thousands of miles to the afterlife

Passing through white waters that soak the loins

Following yellow waters that reach the back

Crossing the red river that rises to the neck

Flowers resembling you bloom everywhere…

This was a story about a mysterious flower field where all the flowers of heaven and earth were said to bloom.

“This body shall cross the three-colored waters and go to Western Heaven.”

Placing her hand on the wall, she drew up her divine power. A refreshing energy flowed through her entire body and burst outward.

After about ten seconds, the wall was swallowed by blue light and the poem disappeared without a trace.

And darkness descended upon the bedroom.

Whoosh-

A gentle breeze from somewhere tickled Deorik’s cheek. The warm, cozy feeling reminded him of his wife’s touch from long ago.

-Ah…

Soon after, his vision brightened and a rich floral fragrance rushed in. Deorik, who had been standing dazed, turned his head to look around. Flowers filled with spring light were coloring the entire world.

In one flower bud was the moment he first met her-.

In two flower buds was the time they smiled at each other-.

In three flower buds was when they whispered their love-.

Countless flower buds bloomed and faded in his eyes.

-…Lillian.

Deorik, holding back tears, clenched his fist tightly. How long had it been since he spoke her name aloud? How had these few letters become so heavy that he had turned away from them?

-Rick. When the war ends and spring comes, let’s go to the Eastern Region together. There’s a very large Raplia Flower Field in a village called Roflan that’s very popular among lovers. They say if you walk hand in hand, you can be together forever. Of course, we’re already married but…

It was a letter from Lillian during the height of the war.

He couldn’t reply. By the time he could convey his true feelings, death was already too close. When victory cries covered the entire plain and the Empire’s flag flew high-.

I, Deorik Valus, left the words I had to say as a duke. Arkea will never fall, so people of the Empire, do not fear-.

It was a lie. When his breath was fading, there were different words Deorik wanted to convey.

Lillian. I should be happy that I protected countless lives with this one body. But why is that? I feel more shabby and sad than ever before.

I’m ashamed to admit it, but honestly, I find everything futile and unfair. The fact that there’s no place for us together in the land I bled to protect. Lillian. If there’s one thing I truly desire at this moment, it’s you.

Just to offer you a single flower.

The flowers filling the bedroom disappeared one by one. Deorik, left alone, buried his face in his hands and only breathed heavily.

-…A full-course dinner with wine. Whenever I want it.

After hanging his head for a long time, Deorik spoke in a small voice. At the successful deal, Calisia quietly cheered to herself.

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