Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 69

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69.

“Re…”

“Thank you! Young Miss. We will wholeheartedly serve…!”

“No. I refuse.”

Calisia scrunched up her face and leaned her upper body back.

“Pardon, pardon?”

The blacksmiths stammered, flustered by the unexpected answer. What kind of place was Batar? It was a forge that had consistently produced the finest blacksmiths for generations. The undisputed number one forge boasting overwhelming production volume and quality. That’s why even the most renowned direct descendants were desperately trying to secure exclusive contracts.

“Exclusive contract, what nonsense. Have some conscience.”

Calisia crossed her arms and snorted.

Several days ago, Northern Castle Kitchen-

Something was bubbling vigorously inside a large pot. Soon, a savory and sweet aroma spread throughout the kitchen. Red bean porridge. It was a special nutritious meal that Calisia had prepared for the blacksmiths who had been possessed by the Water Murder Ghost.

-Hey. Aren’t you guys going home?

Calisia glared at the freeloaders who had been occupying the kitchen for a whole week now. They were Batar’s blacksmiths.

-You said we need to eat lots of red bean porridge to recover our strength!

-It’s so soft and savory, it just goes down so smoothly. Hehehe!

The blacksmiths who had gathered together to eat red bean porridge shouted in unison. They nodded, saying that strangely, whenever they ate the porridge, their minds became clear and they felt energized.

-But where are there people who eat nothing but red bean porridge for three meals a day for a whole week? And only the ones who caught the epidemic need to eat it! Why are all the rest of you swarming here? Am I your cook?

Calisia flew into a rage, saying her arms felt like they were going to fall off from making red bean porridge all by herself.

-We need to eat a lot to gain strength and increase production! Young Miss!

-What does your production have to do with me? Now go home. Go to the forge or something.

Calisia waved her hands dismissively, telling them to get lost.

-Aw! How can you say such hurtful things! Now Young Miss is Batar, and Batar is Young Miss!

-Why are you suddenly acting so friendly? So you’re planning to keep eating here from now on?

-Yes!

The blacksmiths raised their bowls filled with red bean porridge high.

-Why don’t you just ask them to build you a forge in the Northern Castle?

-Really?

-Then we’d love that!

The delighted blacksmiths forgot about eating and gathered in front of Calisia.

-Ha…! This is ridiculous again. Sorry, but are you guys going to pay for the construction costs?

Calisia, recalling the previous commotion, let out another scoff. If she accepted those gluttons, the Northern Castle kitchen would surely be ruined.

“Young Miss. We’re not asking you to take us for free.”

Pail gestured to the blacksmiths. Receiving the signal, they moved in perfect coordination. Shortly after, dozens of iron swords appeared before Calisia’s eyes.

“The ones placed on the right here are iron swords produced by our Batar.”

Pail lifted up a crudely shaped iron sword and continued his explanation.

“And the ones placed on the left are iron swords produced by other forges.”

Pail gave the blacksmiths another meaningful look. Then the brown-eyed man picked up an iron sword from the left side.

“Young Miss. As you know, Valus direct descendants form their own knight orders when they turn 17. With dozens or hundreds of soldiers attached, it’s certainly not a small force.”

Pail explained that it was the exclusive forge that supplied weapons to this knight order.

“And this sword makes the difference in military strength.”

Haaaap!

Suddenly shouting a battle cry, Pail raised his iron sword high. The brown-eyed blacksmith also raised his voice, not to be outdone.

Claaaang-!

The two men charged at each other and the sound of clashing iron swords rang through the forge. After a few seconds, a piece of metal cut in half fell helplessly to the floor.

“Our Batar’s Flame will offer Young Miss a sword that will never break.”

Pail held out Batar’s iron sword, which still gleamed sharply, to Calisia.

“…”

She twitched her fingers and paused for a moment. She was going to leave Valus anyway. Things like knight orders and military forces were burdensome.

‘If I use this well, I could make some good money?’

But she was quite interested in the wealth that Batar could bring in. The more escape funds, the better, right?

“Fine.”

Calisia received the iron sword with greedy hands.

“Waaaaaaah!”

Clang! Clang! Claaang!

The blacksmiths, who had finally found their master, struck their hammers hard on the anvils.

“Batar’s Flame will burn forever only for Miss Calisia!”

The blacksmiths’ cheers grew louder.

***

“…Here.”

Calisia entered the training ground with a haggard face and handed the divine sword to Ian.

“I didn’t eat meat for a whole two weeks to make this, only vegetables. Be grateful.”

It was to purify her body before the ritual and prayer.

-Young Miss. Should we really exclude the steak?

-Remove all the croutons and bacon from the salad too. Nothing too salty either, so just add salt and olive oil.

Calisia clutched her empty stomach and recalled the bland days. For a body accustomed to the delicacies of the ducal house, it had been a hellish time.

“…Thank you.”

Ian, who received the divine sword, expressed his gratitude in a low, subdued voice. He knew the devotion of going up the mountain every day to pray.

“It’ll be difficult to handle the divine sword right away. Ghost Gate Observation is a constitution that’s greatly affected by energy, whether ghostly or divine.”

“What exactly do you mean by difficult to handle?”

“Hmm, how should I explain this? It’s like the ego becomes inflated? Just try drawing it once.”

Shwing!

Ian drew the sword from its sheath without hesitation. The blade engraved with radiance was revealed under the sunlight, emitting brilliant light. It was completely different from when Calisia had touched it.

“…Ah.”

Ian, captivated by the divine sword’s mysterious appearance, let out a small exclamation.

“This one recognizes its master too. Soettong, how is it?”

Calisia narrowed her eyes and asked while observing Ian’s complexion. She was worried that he might be consumed by the divine sword’s power.

“…Awesome.”

Ian’s lips gradually curved into a crescent.

“What?”

“Power is overflowing! Kuhahahaha!”

Ian bent his back and burst into wild laughter toward the blue sky. It was loud enough to startle the Northern Knights who were doing their morning run.

“Oh my, what a surprise! Why is he acting like that?”

“I don’t know. Is he that happy about the sword he received as a gift?”

“Maybe he’s still drunk?”

“Are you introducing yourself? And what alcohol would the Young Master drink?”

The knights stopped in their tracks, saying they’d lived long enough to see all sorts of rare spectacles. Wasn’t this the Young Master who never laughed out loud even as a child?

“Bow your heads before this deity! Worship! Praise!”

Ian commanded with a thunderous voice, raising the radiant sword high. From his body flowed an unfathomable divinity like a waterfall. Golden eyes that held sunlight and sculptured features touched by an artisan’s breath. With great sanctity added to that, it was truly a magnificent sight.

“W-worship!”

“P-praise him!”

The hesitant Northern Knights instinctively raised their fists. It was because they instinctively recognized the power dwelling in the Divine Sword.

“Me…! This body! Kneel before this body! Serve!”

Ian panted, unable to contain his overwhelming emotion. The worship of his creations. As a god, it was admirable and precious.

“Haah…!”

His gaze swept ecstatically over the blade rising toward the heavens. The moment he drew the sword from its sheath, he realized it. That the Divine Sword and himself were one.

“Kahahaha!”

So wasn’t the divinity dwelling in the sword himself?

“…Put it down.”

Calisia, who sighed deeply enough to sink the earth, grabbed Ian’s arm and pulled it down. What he was thinking was so obvious it was truly a sight to behold.

“…Ugh, urgh!”

Ian, holding the Divine Sword, endured the pain rising from his core. His teeth ground together with a creak and blood droplets formed on his lips. A massive fireball like lava surged up through his chest.

“…Worship! Worship! It is worthy of worship, so why shouldn’t you do it! Why do you say it’s not allowed!”

Ian’s eyes blazed as he burst into anger. He absolutely couldn’t understand. It was this girl who had made prayers day and night to let him dwell within. But how could she deny this deity so much?

“Come on, repeat after me. On the inhale: I am not a god. On the exhale: This damn piece of metal is also not a god.”

Calisia, who had wrapped her hands around Ian’s, took a deep breath.

“Haah-. I am not a god. Hooo- This damn piece of metal is also… How dare! How dare you call this deity a piece of metal!”

Ian, who had been breathing deeply following her lead, finally couldn’t hold back and flew into a rage.

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