Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 74

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74.

“Behold. This is Sun Magic, permitted only to the imperial family.”

Raktar, with the sun at his back, looked down upon the world.

“So what’s the effect of this thing?”

Calisia crossed her arms and let out a hmm sound. It seemed to have no particular use except for its flashy appearance.

“But I feel like I’ve heard of this magic somewhere. Was it Divine Magic Studies?”

Even if that were true, it would be equally useless. There weren’t any undead-type monsters in this exam, were there?

“This is not divine magic. Listen well. Since ancient times, many have called the imperial family the sun. This magic best represents the symbolism and greatness of such an imperial family…”

“Yeah, no effect. Next.”

Calisia looked at Izriel with subtle expectation. It was because of the aura he gave off. Though it was mixed with turbidity due to being drunk, she definitely felt a clear and powerful force.

“Di, vine magic? I’m good, at di, vine magic!”

“What divine magic from an excommunicated bastard.”

Raktar snorted. Izriel Hyacinth. He was the legitimate son of a sacred family that had served as Pope of the Hella Cult for generations. Though now he was treated like a disowned child.

“Excommunicated?”

“Can’t you tell just by looking at that hair?”

All priests who received baptism from the Hella Cult had bright silver hair. It was a mark indicating they had been reborn as true apostles of God.

“That bastard already underwent the excommunication ritual. That’s why his hair looks like that.”

The opposite case was the same. By undergoing the excommunication ceremony, one was branded as having left the cult.

“Izriel is a turncoat who betrayed the cult. How ridiculous for one who rejected God to speak of divine magic.”

“Ha, wait! There’s some, thing better!”

Izriel pulled out a bottle from inside his jacket and raised his hand high.

“Watch close, ly!”

He pointed to a snake crawling up a tree.

Whoosh-

Izriel uncorked the bottle and blew air into the opening. A dizzyingly strong smell of alcohol vibrated through the air.

Thud-

The snake that had been climbing the tree soon lost its balance and fell onto the sand.

“Making others drunk with, out touching them! This is an ad, vanced technique! We, call this the de, mon’s breath!”

Izriel said that this level of trickery was basic if you wanted to win in drinking contests.

“Ma, gic swordsmen have good alco, hol tolerance…”

“Oh, Lord.”

Calisia, who unconsciously called upon a neighboring god, despaired on the spot.

***

“Trolls mainly inhabit caves, so this way, and lizardmen are in swamps…”…”

Calisia, who had fallen into despair, spread out the map wide. She couldn’t just do nothing and become a desert soldier.

-The history of monsters spans thousands of years. They have continued to evolve during that time. But they cannot overcome all the limitations of their birth.

Calisia, who had been staring at the map for a while, recalled her lessons with the Previous Head of House.

-Ancient trolls mainly inhabited caves because of their weakness of hardening like stone under the sun. But modern trolls are different. Through countless evolutions, they became able to be active even under sunlight.

-Yet their main habitat is still caves. Do you know why?

-Because of limitations carved into their blood. Trolls still harden like stone when they face the sun very closely.

Calisia, who had been carefully mulling over her memories, brightened up. The relationship between trolls and the sun. She had actually thought it was information with no particular use. After all, when would the sun ever touch the ground? And trolls would never fly in the sky either.

“Ha, even dog shit has its uses.”

Coincidentally, Sun Magic had appeared at just the right time. Calisia grinned and her eyes flashed toward Raktar.

***

“You foolish and ignorant thing!”

Raktar, who had been thrown into a cave teeming with trolls, bulged the veins in his neck. Such narrow and enclosed spaces were the worst for mages who used area attacks. The same went for swordsmen. It reduced mobility.

“Oh! There they come! Raktar, light! Light!”

Calisia pushed Raktar’s back.

-Groooowwww…

Dozens of green lights flashed in the deep darkness.

“Do you think I’m a light bulb…!”

Raktar, who had been angrily shouting, shut his mouth when he saw dozens of trolls. Their massive frames that easily exceeded 3 meters, tough and resilient skin. And even thick tusks like buffalo horns. A mere graze would obviously cause serious injury.

“Calisia Valus. If things go wrong, I will punish you for the crime of daring to deceive royalty.”

Raktar extended his right hand and warned quietly. It was true that trolls were vulnerable to sunlight. But the claim that they turned into stone statues was another matter.

“That won’t happen, so just flip the switch.”

Calisia smiled confidently and lightly patted his shoulder.

-Groooowwww!

A beast’s roar echoed and the ground shook as if it would collapse at any moment. At the same time, a strong wind arose and Raktar’s body floated up.

Whoooosh-

Soon after, a brilliant sun revealed itself and the entire cave was submerged in light. It was the moment when everyone squeezed their eyes shut.

5 seconds, 4 seconds, 3 seconds …1 second.

Calisia slyly opened one eye. Under the sunlight that was beginning to fade, she could see trolls hardened like stone.

‘…I’m alive.’

Calisia secretly patted her chest. What you know in theory and actual practice are different things.

“Mandrakes distinguish between male and female through this.”

After the commotion passed, the three candidates wandered around among the trolls. It was to solve the exam questions written on the monsters’ backs.

“Isn’t it color? Females are white, males are black.”

Raktar held his nose high.

“There’s more behind it? Describe the effects according to gender.”

“That’s right! Males are for vi, rility!”

Izriel scribbled the correct answer on the parchment.

“What? How did you know that?”

Calisia’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected the answer to come from Izriel’s mouth, not Raktar’s.

“On the south, ern coast there’s a vil, lage called Ar, gone… Among drink, ers it’s fa, mous for mandrake li, quor!”

Izriel took a sip of alcohol and praised the brewing techniques of Argone village. He said it was very difficult to eliminate mandrake’s toxicity and maximize its medicinal properties.

“Tsk! That’s all that bastard knows!”

Raktar looked disgusted at Izriel who continued chattering. Though he did move his quill pen busily.

“And when exactly do you plan to stop drinking that alcohol of yours!”

“Until the al, cohol runs dry!”

“But just how much alcohol is in that small bottle? It keeps coming out endlessly.”

Calisia crossed her arms and examined the liquor bottle from various angles. It seemed to be no ordinary object, with an unusual aura surrounding it.

“That’s right! It’s a sa, cred relic so it nev, er runs dry!”

Izriel giggled and held the liquor bottle high. The Blessed Bottle. It was a sacred relic also called the Infinite Bottle because whatever you filled it with would never run dry.

“…Did that scoundrel end up stealing even the cult’s relics?”

Raktar turned away, saying he didn’t even have the energy to get angry.

“I’m, fine! There are, several more!”

Izriel gulped down the alcohol.

***

“This is the first zone. We’ve bound the lizardman with binding magic.”

The Academy Faculty peered into various parts of the island through viewing orbs. Most of the children chose cooperation, while some fought monsters alone.

“A somewhat disappointing choice. It seems they exploited the lizardman’s low magic resistance, but…”

“It’s not so low that it can’t overcome an exam candidate’s mana. Moreover, giving up distance so easily is also problematic.”

“They were overconfident in their magic swordsman characteristics.”

Sure enough, the lizardman quickly broke free from its bindings and swung its spear at the students.

“Their failure to distribute power was also a factor in their defeat. Even if they deal with the lizardman immediately, orcs and trolls still remain.”

“Defeating three groups of monsters within the allotted time is virtually impossible. This year’s admission rate is becoming worrisome.”

One professor pointed out the increased difficulty of the exam. Even if they joined forces and assembled their full strength, they were still just exam candidates. Even now, most were struggling except for a few exceptional ones.

“That’s why we made arrangements for the exam candidates throughout the island. Advantageous terrain and features, various herbs and bones, leather. Plus spirits and familiars. We’ve prepared all the materials they can use and opportunities they can encounter.”

The bearded professor tapped the map spread out on the desk. It was the one distributed to the exam candidates.

“The exam candidates seem too focused on hunting alone. So far, no student has properly examined the map.”

The professor, unable to hide his disappointment, pressed various spots on the map. Then explanations of each terrain floated up above the paper.

“Not a single exam candidate has grasped the meaning of simultaneous practical and written testing. If they utilized their knowledge to demonstrate their abilities, the burden would be much lighter.”

“Let’s move on for now. This is the fifth zone.”

The viewing orb illuminated the inside of a dark cave. Three exam candidates were bickering and arguing with each other.

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