Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 62

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62.

“Tsk… Is that so? But why are you so sorry about it? It’s not like you made him sick. By the way, is it really serious?”

Calisia lightly patted Morus’s shoulder.

“It’s an illness with an unknown cause. He has seizures just from seeing sunlight, sweats profusely like water, and his whole body gives off a foul smell. And he acts crazy like someone possessed by a ghost, ugh!”

Morus shook his head with a pale face. He was reminded of Talaph throwing a tantrum about hammering his own hands.

“The symptoms really sound like he’s possessed by a ghost.”

Calisia stood on her tiptoes and whispered in Ian’s ear.

“Pardon?”

Morus, who had been listing Talaph’s strange behavior, asked with a dumbfounded expression.

“Nothing. Never mind. But didn’t you mention the Five Great Forges earlier? Why did you only show us four?”

“Well, you see.”

Morus began explaining that one forge called Batar’s Flame had been closed due to an epidemic. Though they vehemently denied being affected themselves.

“All the symptoms are the same, so how could that story even be believ…”

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“Yeah. So how did… damn it.”

Calisia stopped mid-sentence and roughly dug at her ear. Various voices had started mixing together chaotically in her hearing.

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“Ah, so noisy!”

Calisia, who had been trying to focus on Morus’s words, suddenly burst out in irritation.

“I’m, I’m sorry. I was talking too much.”

Morus, startled by the Duke’s Daughter’s outburst, trembled violently.

“No, not you.”

Calisia made a sour face and waved her hands dismissively.

“Continue talk…”

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“Ugh, they’re being disgustingly noisy, really.”

Finally losing her patience, Calisia turned toward the source of the noise. Ian and Morus also hurriedly followed behind her.

“Those guys.”

Where Calisia’s steps stopped was another forge with a rough exterior.

[Batar’s Flame]

“…Haah.”

A shaggy-haired man let out a deep sigh under the signboard.

“What’s with him being so noisy?”

Calisia rubbed her ringing ears and looked the man over. The surroundings were clean with not a single wandering ghost in sight. Yet he was carrying all sorts of chatter with him. There was really only one case like this. The man was caught up in considerable gossip.

“But didn’t you say Batar’s Flame was closed? That person seems to be going in though?”

Calisia pointed at the weathered signboard and looked back at Morus.

“Well, as I mentioned, most of Batar’s blacksmiths have fallen ill with the epidemic. The production and quality aren’t what they used to be, so it’s practically closed…”

The restless Morus poured out excuses one after another.

“So it’s not actually closed, damn it-.”

Calisia frowned at the tinnitus piercing her ears again. The chaotically mixed voices became much clearer than before.

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Calisia, who had been concentrating on the sound with a deeply furrowed brow, suddenly opened her eyes wide.

“Talaph? Is that person the master blacksmith’s son?”

She opened her eyes wide and pressed Morus for an answer.

“Pardon? Yes. But how do you know that, Young Miss…”

“Later.”

Calisia left the bewildered-looking Morus behind. She strode forward and grabbed the shaggy-haired man’s shoulder.

“…Huh?”

Calisia turned the man around and suddenly wrinkled her nose. It was due to the faint ghost scent coming from his body.

‘There definitely weren’t any ghosts attached to him. Where did he pick up this ghostly energy?’

Calisia tilted her head and looked the man up and down.

“H-hello…?”

The man bowed his head awkwardly in greeting. With his simple face, he rolled his eyes around. A doll-like girl with silver-purple hair. Since she had red eyes, she was definitely from Valus. But the problem was he couldn’t figure out her exact status.

“What are you doing, man! Show proper respect! This is Duke’s Daughter Calisia and Rakies Young Duke!”

Morus, who had come running breathlessly, slapped the man’s forearm repeatedly.

“Huh, ugh! I greet the Duke’s Daughter and Young Duke! I am Pail Batin, a white-rank blacksmith in charge of Batar’s Flame!”

“Introductions are done. Where are you coming from right now?”

Calisia brought her face close to Pail’s.

“Pardon?”

Startled Pail took a step back.

“I’m asking where you’ve been!”

“Pardon? Yes! Ah, I’m coming back from seeing my father.”

Calisia narrowed her eyes and pulled her head back. A father suffering from symptoms similar to possession and a son with ghost scent on him. Could it really be a coincidence?

“This really seems like a case of ghost possession.”

Calisia looked back at Ian and sighed while moving her lips.

“Lead the way.”

“Pardon? Where to…?”

“Let’s go, to the master blacksmith.”

Calisia pushed the confused Pail’s back.

“Morus. From now on, we’ll get directions from Pail. Thanks for your work.”

She issued a dismissal.

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Talaph’s house was located not far from the forge. The wooden house with a courtyard wasn’t fancy but had a solid charm to it.

“Here it is. It’s humble, but please…”

Pail bowed his head toward Calisia and Ian and opened the house door.

“Ugh!”

The three people who entered the house covered their noses against the unbearable fishy stench.

“I’m sorry! I aired it out earlier but the smell won’t go away…”

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Pail hurriedly opened the curtains covering the windows. Valus and Rakies. These were great nobles who had probably never smelled anything other than perfumed oil in their lives. He really didn’t want to upset these distinguished guests.

“My father has seizures whenever he sees sunlight.”

Pail’s shoulders shrank endlessly as he barely managed to offer an excuse.

“He has seizures just from seeing sunlight? And what else, ugh!”

Calisia suddenly dry heaved quietly. Her stomach, which had been bothered since morning, couldn’t handle the stench.

“Soettong. Pat my back, ugh.”

Calisia bent over and flapped her hand, asking him to pat her back.

“Are you okay?”

Ian gently patted her thin back with his large hand.

“…”

Pail’s face took on a strange color as he watched this scene. It was because of the Duke’s Daughter ordering around the Rakies Young Duke for such a trivial reason. Moreover, wasn’t that northern prince, famous for being cold, obediently lending his hand?

“Ah, I think I ate too much saliva.”

“How much did you eat to be like this?”

“Bacon cheese potato soup and roasted turkey and steak with asparagus and fluffy cream-filled…”

“Enough. You’ve eaten quite a lot. How many times did I tell you to eat lightly before morning training?”

Ian, who had been stroking Calisia’s back, withdrew his hand and crossed his arms. It was a silent indication of his displeasure.

“What can I do about being hungry? And if I don’t eat, how can I train without strength?”

“Who told you not to eat? Eat lightly. If you train after overeating like that, you’ll ruin your stomach.”

“Then make the training lighter. Sometimes I wonder where you sold your conscience… ugh, urk!”

Calisia, who had been voicing her complaints, began retching as the worsening stench intensified.

“See? You’re getting nauseous because you overate.”

Ian patted Calisia’s back again and raised his eyebrows. He was telling her to admit defeat.

“It’s because of the Ghost Scent, urk! That’s why.”

“Don’t make excuses.”

“You’re covering your nose too, urk!”

Calisia swatted away Ian’s hand while suppressing the rising nausea.

“Pail! How long has your father been like this?”

“Uh, um… I’m not exactly sure, but it hasn’t been two months yet.”

Pail, who had been sitting on pins and needles watching the two nobles’ argument, suddenly snapped to attention.

“Less than two months?”

Calisia, who had been rubbing her chest, looked around the room. From the wallpaper peeling and warped due to mold to the door beginning to rot from absorbing moisture. These were all phenomena that occurred when one disturbed the earth’s energy or brought ghosts into the house. However, it was strange for mold to spread enough to rot wood in just a month or two.

“What on earth has attached itself here?”

Calisia’s gaze turned to the middle-aged man with his limbs bound to the bed. Sunken eyes and faint breathing. He lay sleeping like a dead person.

“The stench seems to be coming from his sweat. Is this even sweat to begin with?”

Calisia’s brow furrowed deeply. It was because of his clothes, which were soaked as if he had been drenched by a downpour.

“Hmm…”

Her eyes examined every corner of Talaph’s body. His frame, which must have been robust, had lost all its flesh, and blood showed through the bandages wrapped around his hands.

“He was harming himself severely, so we had no choice.”

Pail’s voice was barely audible, like ants crawling, perhaps troubled by having to tie up his own father.

“You did well. This is better for others and for himself too.”

Calisia sent him a comforting look and approached closer to the bed.

Whiiiii-

She pursed her lips and whistled. It was to call out the evil spirit hiding deep within Talaph’s body.

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