Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 70

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70.

“How insolent! Hurry and bow your head to beg for forgiveness!”

Ian, his veins bulging with rage, pointed his sword tip at Calisia’s neck. Teaching a lesson to a creation that didn’t know its place and was acting up was also God’s work.

“Ah, seriously….”

Clang!

Calisia, having reached the limit of her patience, summoned her dokkaebi club.

“Hey, cut it out! Do you think there’s no divine sword without you? I’ll just smash it and make another one!”

Calisia, grinding her teeth, swung the club with all her might. Blue flames blazing with fury struck the smooth blade. Soon after, the divine sword fell from Ian’s hand and rolled across the floor.

“What kind of! Sword! Has such! An inflated! Ego and! Talks like! A god!”

Calisia poured out all the anger she had been accumulating for days. Each time she brought down the club, the divine sword bounced up and down.

“Stop it.”

Ian, having come to his senses, gently grabbed Calisia’s wrist.

“…What now?”

Calisia, who had paused her beating, narrowed her eyes. It was because of Ian’s gaze that quickly swept over the divine sword.

“Are you worried your sword will get scratched?”

“….”

“Ha, I knew it.”

Calisia let out a hollow laugh and quietly readjusted her grip on the club. It seemed there was more than one person whose attitude needed correcting today.

“You too! You’re also a problem! I told you to be patient! And you got! Bewitched so quickly!”

Calisia swung the club at Ian, who backed away from her.

A few days later-

“Bellatovan Helios, evaluated as one of the most powerful monarchs in Arkea’s history….”

Calisia and Ian sat side by side under a tree in the training ground, absorbed in their studies. It was because of the Academy entrance exam that was less than a week away.

‘If I just pass, I can temporarily escape the Western Region.’

Calisia began drawing up a rather grand plan in her head. First of all, the Imperial Academy was basically a 6-year system except for early graduation. That meant she could legally run away for several years. Of course, she had no intention of staying for the full duration.

‘Since there’s the divine sword, Ian’s situation is somewhat resolved too….’

What pleased her most was personal freedom. In truth, it was difficult to move around freely in Valus. It was because of the eyes watching from all directions for their own reasons – the wives, relatives, and retainer factions.

‘Even though Hellorun has a dormitory system, it’s much more comfortable than Valus.’

Since it was established in the Eastern Region, her range of movement would expand too.

‘There must be spirits in the Eastern Region who have clues about this world, like the first flame.’

Calisia’s mind worked busily. There was a mountain of things to do at the Academy. The most urgent matter was the General’s divine possession. For some reason, he only spoke through the demon realm, which was quite frustrating.

“Young Master! Young Miss! Good morning!”

A booming voice awakened Calisia from her thoughts. The quiet training ground soon became noisy. It was thanks to the Northern Knights who had entered the training ground for their morning run.

“Young Master, how about we start with worship first? Amen.”

“Praise be! Hallelujah!”

The knights, wearing mischievous smiles, each threw out a comment while looking at Ian holding the divine sword. It was a service for the Young Master who had been shouting worship until his throat was hoarse for the past few days.

“Ha, you bastards… No, get lost.”

Ian, his arms trembling, took a deep breath. If it were up to him, he wanted to stand up right now and receive the praise of these ignorant mortals.

“Phew-.”

“Oh, Soeddongi. You’re getting good at holding back now?”

“…It’s mental strength.”

Ian replied in a strained voice. Though his fingertips had turned white.

“But did you memorize all of Imperial history?”

Calisia, pretending not to notice Ian’s efforts, subtly changed the subject.

“Imperial history?”

“Yeah. But didn’t they say the Academy emphasizes practical skills more? Do we really need to know all the laws by era? At this level, it’s not Imperial history but practically a legal code. A legal code.”

Calisia grumbled, telling him to look at the thickness of the book.

“I agree.”

“What? Did you eat something wrong?”

Calisia’s eyes widened. Normally, he would have nagged that history was basic knowledge.

“How could the history of mere mortals be so important to this deity?”

“…?”

Calisia’s head slowly turned.

“Mortal, instead of learning such lowly and useless things, how about recording and praising this deity?”

Ian, his eyebrows drooping, wore a benevolent smile.

“Ah….”

“Worship this deity!”

Ian, captivated by the divine sword’s aura, suddenly stood up and shouted. He could no longer contain this exhilaration.

“Record me! Praise me! Worship me!”

Ian, looking down at the knights who were running, spread his arms wide.

“….”

The knights who had stopped walking looked up at their young master with expressions that said ‘here we go again.’

“Long live! Long live our Young Master!”

“Beautiful! Holy!”

Thunderous cheers erupted from the training ground. Ian’s chest swelled more and more, intoxicated by the cheers.

“…It’s a disease, a disease.”

Calisia, who had been quietly watching the spectacle, covered her face with her book.

***

Valus Castle had been bustling since early dawn. It was because of the direct descendants leaving for the Eastern Region to take the Academy entrance exam. The wives and relatives were seeing off the young Valus members, and antique carriages had lined up in front of the castle gate.

-Young Miss! You must! You absolutely must pass! Ah! Did you pack the key points summary? What about the quill pen? And also….

Isaac fussed about with a nervous expression. It was because of Calisia standing alone, unlike the brothers who had the full support of their maternal families.

-Tch….

Isaac pursed his lips for no reason. Even though his status within the family had risen, the reality was that he couldn’t overcome blood ties.

-Calisia Valus. There has never been a bastard in the family’s history who failed to cross the Academy’s threshold.

The Previous Head of House, who had appeared before Calisia, spoke in an utterly resolute tone.

“Old man. I think this head of mine is quite good. So don’t worry about seeing your bastard granddaughter fail.”

-What I mean is…! Sigh, no matter what anyone says, you carry Valus blood. So don’t worry too much about just the Academy.

The Previous Head of House, who had burst out with words of encouragement, cleared his throat awkwardly as if embarrassed.

“Young Misssss!”

A voice that was not just rough but thunderously resonant flew toward the castle gate. People’s attention immediately turned backward. Men carrying hammers were swarming over in a group. It was Batar’s blacksmiths led by Talaph and Pail.

“Isn’t that the Blue Master Blacksmith!”

The relatives and retainers who spotted Talaph immediately chimed in. The supreme blacksmith who ruled the Flame Forge and the Empire’s master craftsman who could create ego swords. No one dared call him a mere tribal chief.

“I heard he rarely comes down from the mountain.”

“Batar’s blacksmiths are with him too. With that many people, haven’t all the colored blacksmiths come down?”

“Are you saying they all left the forge at the same time? Huh- surely they didn’t sign an exclusive contract….”

The retainers’ reaction was particularly explosive. As people affiliated with the Duke’s house, they knew better than anyone the importance of the forge.

“That can’t be. I heard Batar definitely rejected all exclusive contracts. Weren’t they the ones that even Grand Prince Cain couldn’t obtain?”

The retainers shook their heads while glancing at Calisia. Blue flames weren’t enough, and now even Batar, the supreme forge. For a princess without a single relative, it was quite a significant shift she had brought about.

“What? Why are you all dressed up like this?”

Meanwhile, Calisia’s eyes widened at the sight of the blacksmiths. Instead of the wild blacksmiths with cloth clothes covered in grime or bare chests, neat men in proper uniforms had appeared.

“Since Young Miss is going to take the Imperial Academy exam, we couldn’t come dressed shabbily!”

The blacksmiths smiled, showing off their shoulder insignia embroidered with flame and hammer patterns.

“Moreover, this is the first occasion to announce that we’ve made a binding contract! We need to really show our strength!”

The blacksmiths shouted loudly as if to make sure everyone could hear clearly. The murmuring from the maternal relatives and retainers grew even louder in response. It was a game of checks and power struggles.

“You can see people’s expressions, right? As we’ve told you repeatedly, Batar is doing quite well.”

“Well enough to boast about anywhere we go!”

“Enough.”

A dignified voice settled among the playfully boastful forge masters. It was Talaph, who had recovered his health to the point where no trace of illness could be found.

“I apologize for making your departure so noisy.”

“If we’re talking about noise, that side is much noisier. Well.”

Calisia pointed to the brothers who were forming greeting lines with the maternal relatives and retainers.

“It’s about power. Someday, even more people than now will gather trying to reach you, Young Miss.”

“Just thinking about it makes my head spin. Ugh.”

“When that time comes, will you remember that you shared this glorious beginning with Batar?”

Talaph bowed his head and held out a small wooden box. It was a belt with a scabbard and a well-forged dagger.

“Though it may be lacking, this is something this old man made directly.”

The hall stirred quietly once again. Who was Talaph? Wasn’t he the proud craftsman who wouldn’t make anything unless it was for the Head of House’s sword? The retainers whispered among themselves and exchanged meaningful glances.

“Isn’t that practically a declaration of support for succession?”

“Shouldn’t we try to establish connections with the Northern Castle even now…?”

“Even so, it’s just a forge in the end. Compared to the other Direct Line members’ power, it’s laughable.”

“Still, what harm could there be in securing multiple connections…”

Whooooooosh!

People’s whispered conversations were suddenly drowned out by fierce winds that swept over the castle. Could it be a typhoon striking from the clear sky? Everyone’s gaze turned toward the heavens.

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