Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 68

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68.

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“More. More. Harder!”

Calisia crouched by the waterside, urging the Baby Goblin on. She wanted him to burn away all the flesh clinging to the club completely.

“Can’t you do it harder? How is this supposed to disinfect anything?”

The Baby Goblin, whose blue face had turned even bluer, strained his body with groaning sounds. The flames on the club blazed up fiercely once more.

-Kiiing…

The Baby Goblin collapsed onto the floor with a thud, indicating he couldn’t do any more.

“This is properly done, right? Ugh, it’s so disgusting.”

Calisia twisted her lips downward as she examined every corner of the club. It would be one thing if it were smooth, but didn’t it have protrusions all over its surface?

-Kking! Kiiing!

The Baby Goblin whimpered, asking how many times he had to burn it when she still called it dirty.

“But… Soettong. Don’t I seem to have gotten a bit stronger?”

Calisia ignored the dokkaebi’s words and looked down at her own hands. The blue divine power was still proudly displaying its vigorous energy.

“I haven’t been able to pray lately, so there’s no reason for my divine power to strengthen.”

The one thing that bothered her was the peach wine she had received from Jacheongbi. But that was only something from the Demon Realm. It wasn’t even a reward bestowed by the General.

“Is it possible for events in the Demon Realm to affect reality? No, wait, is this place even real…”

“Rather than getting stronger, you probably just hit ‘really hard.'”

Ian gestured toward the sewers above. Bluish chunks of flesh floated on the water’s surface like vomit.

“Is that so?”

Calisia clenched and unclenched her fist. Then she ruffled her hair as if she had no idea.

“Hey, dokkaebi! If you’re done crying, burn all of that stuff. It’s contaminating.”

Calisia grabbed the Baby Goblin by the scruff of his neck and pulled him up from the floor.

A few days later-

“Excuse me.”

Calisia lightly tapped the round fishbowl. The cloth dolls that had been playing on the model lotus flowers stuck to the glass wall with a splat. They were the Water Murder Spirits sightseeing in the Dragon Palace.

-Oh my, Young Miss. Do you really have to bring these things even to nursing care?

Isaac made a “hiik-” sound and stepped back three paces from the fishbowl. Even though they were dwelling in dolls the size of a pinky finger, they were still the evil spirits they once were. Moreover, their victim Talaph was lying right there nearby.

“Why are you being mean to these poor things? Looking at you closely, your personality really… Never mind. Hey, you guys still don’t remember anything at all?”

-Yes!

The cloth dolls answered in loud voices and climbed back onto the lotus flowers.

“Think before you answer.”

Annoyed by their cheerful appearance, Calisia grabbed the fishbowl and shook it.

-Aaaahhh!

-Uh, puh! Ke, hek!

The dolls swept away by the water current in an instant screamed at the top of their lungs.

“Making ‘aaaahhh!’ sounds like that. Do you really not remember anything?”

-Young Miss. Is my personality really the only problem here?

Isaac stepped back another pace as he spoke.

-A, scent! There was a scent!

One doll raised its hand high as if pleading for help.

“What kind of scent?”

-Per, fume! It was like a scent that had soaked into the body like perfume. It was a very distinctive fragrance. You guys smelled it too, right?

-That’s right! We smelled it too!

The dolls nodded simultaneously.

“So what kind of fragrance was it?”

-It didn’t seem like a commercially available perfume. How should I put it, like thick fog in the early morning?

-It was woody yet musky. It had a relatively smoky feel too. But it wasn’t really in the spicy category either.

“Fog? Woody? Musky? What the hell. Speak properly.”

Calisia cleaned her ear and shook the fishbowl hard again.

-Wood! It was similar to the smell of burning wood!

-Strangely, when you smelled that fra, grance! It seemed to put your mind at ease!

The dolls sprawled on the lotus flowers barely caught their breath.

“You should have said that from the beginning.”

Having gotten her answer, Calisia placed the fishbowl back in its place.

“…Uh, uh.”

Just then, a small groan escaped from the sickbed. Instantly, everyone’s gaze turned toward the bed. Talaph’s eyelids, which had been lying motionless, began to twitch slightly. He was making groaning sounds as if having a nightmare.

“Uh, uh.”

His eyeballs moved back and forth beneath his wrinkled eyelids. In his heavy consciousness, Talaph was standing in a dense forest full of trees.

Rustle-

What appeared next was a gorgeous dress embroidered with jewels.

“…Your sword contains countless amounts of blood and killing intent.”

Talaph’s deep voice rode the wind and echoed between the trees.

“Are there any swords in this world that are purely clean?”

The blue skirt, like seawater shining in sunlight, rippled gently.

“I have made thousands of swords with these hands. Over decades, I have witnessed the many desires that dwelt within them. To become strong, to protect, to seize.”

“Have you seen so much meaning in mere pieces of metal?”

“…Your sword was a blind sword. It was nothing but slaughter.”

“So you refuse?”

A chillingly cold aura permeated the voice that had been sweet as honey.

“I am telling you that you cannot find the sword you desire at Batar’s Flame.”

Talaph’s position remained stubbornly firm.

“I understand Batar’s will well.”

The woman who smiled coldly soon turned her back. It was an attitude showing she had no further regrets.

“But remember this one thing. You will surely regret today’s events.”

The woman who gently turned her head gazed at Talaph over her shoulder. Her beautiful blonde hair fluttered in the wind.

“Regret…”

Talaph’s consciousness began to gradually surface.

“Regret…”

The water-colored dress became stained with filth, and the brilliant blonde hair turned pitch black.

“Regret…”

The white skin rotted in an instant and dripped down along the jawline.

-I told you you’d regret it!

A Water Murder Ghost with a mouth torn wide open rushed toward Talaph.

“Huh, urk!”

Talaph screamed as if having a seizure and snapped his eyes open.

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Clang! Claaang!

Batar’s Flame had regained its vitality. Hot flames soared in the furnace, and the molds were filled with molten metal. The smiths continued their hammering without rest, sweating profusely from the heat.

Clang! Claang!

Among them all, the heaviest sound came from Talaph, who had risen from his sickbed. He swung his hammer without regard for his weakened body.

-What I want is a living, breathing sword. A sword that can cut through any darkness.

All to fulfill the request of the small young miss who had saved both him and Batar. His legs, though muscle had wasted away, moved tirelessly as he worked the bellows. The flames roared higher and the hammering grew louder. Striking, flattening, folding, bending. Talaph’s entire body became drenched in sweat.

“Ah….”

Batar’s blacksmiths set down their hammers and let out gasps of admiration. He had risen from his sickbed with a body weakened to its limits. To reach a state of selflessness in his hammering with such a frail form. As blacksmiths, they couldn’t help but respect him.

“Haaaam-.”

A long yawn echoed through the solemn atmosphere. It was Calisia, who had claimed a corner of the forge. She was fighting off drowsiness with bite-sized chocolate tarts and coffee. It was the result of cooking red bean porridge alone for over a week to nourish the blacksmiths. Just as people commonly eat seaweed soup after childbirth. It was a similar principle.

Claaang!

With a crystal-clear sound, the hammering ceased. Talaph, in a state close to complete exhaustion, lifted the sword.

“This is a sword made from Soltios, called the metal of the sun.”

Talaph knelt on one knee before Calisia.

“…Ah.”

A tremor ran through Calisia’s fingertips as she received the sword. A masterpiece from a craftsman who had held a hammer his entire life. It was so pure and perfect that it could be called a divine sword in itself.

“Thank you. This is exactly the sword I was looking for. No, it’s even more than that.”

Calisia swung the sword with an elated heart. Then a gentle light emanated from around the blade engraved with gleaming light.

“Pail.”

While Calisia marveled, Talaph gestured to his son with his eyes. Pail nodded and pulled something from his chest. It was a metal badge engraved with a hammer and flames.

“Young Miss.”

Pail knelt before Calisia with a solemn expression. Then the blacksmiths also began kneeling one by one.

“This badge symbolizes the leadership of a forge. The Flames of Batar wish to belong to Miss Calisia from this day forward. Will you accept us?”

Batar’s blacksmiths spoke in unison, asking her to accept them.

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