Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 75

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75.

“Caves are one of the most challenging terrains even for skilled mages and knights. Entering recklessly was a poor judgment.”

A deep voice delivered the assessment without mercy. The other professors nodded in agreement, showing no dissent.

“Isn’t that the imperial Sun Magic?”

“It seems they targeted the trolls’ vulnerability to sunlight. However, the light was so bright that it limited the exam candidates’ vision.”

The Academy Professors frowned as they watched the cave completely consumed by sunlight.

“Wait a moment!”

The light cleared and the image of the trolls turned to stone appeared on screen. The professors’ eyebrows rose dramatically.

“Isn’t the habit of turning to stone only found in ancient trolls?”

“That’s true, but…”

“It’s not entirely impossible. There was a paper documenting the relationship between the sun and trolls. It didn’t cause much of a stir since it wasn’t from a famous academic society.”

Arkea was called the land of monsters and magic, so research on monsters was quite active. It meant hunting methods unknown to the professors were uncommon.

“That would certainly be the case. Moreover, summoning the sun is unique magic permitted only to royalty. They probably couldn’t dare find evidence to support their claims.”

“That’s what makes it surprising. Even if they had read papers from various academic societies, it would have been extremely difficult information for an exam candidate to know.”

“But isn’t there a member of the imperial family right there?”

“The prince wasn’t the one who led this. It was that student next to him.”

The professor wearing glasses pointed to the silver-violet hair fluttering beyond the screen.

“Ah! That’s the student who used Pegasus Powder…”

“Valus. I’m not sure about their skill in handling Special Abilities yet, but they’re passing through the gates using quite unique methods.”

“Moreover, using methods we didn’t arrange.”

“An interesting student to watch.”

Each professor showed their interest as they busily wrote something on parchment.

***

Calisia’s group, having solved all the problems written on the trolls, emerged from the cave. About twenty-one hours remained for the exam. Their next destination was a forest thick with Green Forest.

“Found it!”

Calisia, who had been searching through the grove with her waist bent low, pulled something out. A White Cotton Flower. It was a weed that grew throughout Arkea.

“Are you dragging me around just to find a single weed?”

Raktar, who had been cutting through the thick grove, couldn’t hold back his irritation.

“Our prince has too much irritation. It’s because you lack faith… Faith!”

“What nonsense are you spouting, you apostate?”

Raktar roughly peeled off Izriel who had clung to his arm.

“This isn’t just any weed. It’s a weapon to beat down lizardmen.”

Calisia, holding the White Cotton Flower to her chest, cheered inwardly. Everything needed for this operation had been gathered. The White Cotton Flower, alcohol, and…

“Let’s go, to the swamp.”

Calisia grabbed the shoulder of the staggering Izriel and pulled him along. Here was a way to make the lizardmen drunk without directly feeding them alcohol.

“…Ah. But with that Demon’s Breath or whatever, how many can you take down at once?”

“However many! I’ve never lost in a drinking contest!”

Izriel swayed his liquor bottle playfully.

“…”

Calisia, whose faith had rapidly disappeared, looked at Raktar. It meant he should say something quickly.

“Do you need my commentary?”

“Yes yes, Your Highness.”

Calisia answered halfheartedly with an expression that said ‘here we go again.’

“Though he’s an apostate, he’s the legitimate son of House Hyacinth and was mentioned as the next pope.”

“Right? He should be fine, right? Okay, let’s go!”

After double-checking, Calisia unfolded the map. Now it was time for the holy relic and the apostate to shine.

***

“Absolutely not!”

Izriel, clutching his liquor bottle, shouted with unusually clear pronunciation.

“Who’s going to steal it? Just let us borrow it for a moment!”

“Izriel Hyacinth. Hand over the Blessed Bottle obediently! It’s an order!”

Calisia and Raktar cornered the pitiful drunkard into a dead end.

“Get lost! Get lost, you demon bastards!”

Izriel, his eyes burning bright red, shuddered. What was in the holy relic was Baltioren 100-Year Vintage, known as the finest wine among alcohol lovers. It was also something he had struggled quite a bit to steal from the religious order.

“How dare you! No one can mix such weeds into my alcohol! Not even if Helasin came!”

Izriel declared as he defiantly gulped down the alcohol.

“Just like an apostate to dare speak blasphemy! Won’t you hand it over right now!”

“Don’t come closer! If you come closer, I’ll smash the holy relic and everything! Rather than ruin the fine wine with my own hands…!”

Izriel, having poured alcohol down his throat, raised the bottle high.

“I’ll buy you one! Baltioren 100-year! No, 150-year vintage! Just empty the bottle and refill it!”

Desperate Calisia shouted like a machine gun.

“Em-urk! Empty? How! How are you going to empty it!”

Izriel, wiping his mouth, flipped the liquor bottle upside down. Then thick amber liquid poured endlessly onto the ground. Endlessly.

“Valus. To empty a Blessed Bottle requires a ritual by a Helasian priest. Tsk!”

Raktar rolled his eyes as if asking how she didn’t know such basic things.

“A priest means not a pope or cardinal. Then that’s fine. Hey! I’ll take responsibility and empty the bottle for you, so put it down!”

Calisia, having finished her calculations, made a bold promise to Izriel.

“You’re making promises you can’t keep. Let’s say you empty the bottle as you claim. Then what will you do next? What crazy priest would kindly return a stolen holy relic!”

Raktar took short, repeated breaths. He couldn’t believe he had to plan his future with such people.

“Your Highness. The world, you see, isn’t as clean as you think it is.”

Calisia patted Raktar’s shoulder and laughed. Religion had always been one of the most corrupt groups. Finding one corrupt priest to perform the ritual would be easy.

“Raktar. You’re a noble prince and I’m a duke’s daughter from one of the four great ducal houses. With our power and wealth, can’t we cook and boil one priest?”

“I am one born of sacred bloodline. How could I engage in such dirty backdoor dealings!”

“Is there such sanctity that can’t even get into the Academy?”

“…”

Raktar’s face, left speechless, turned ashen. It was Calisia’s complete victory.

-Hissss! Hisssss!

The three people, having reached an agreement for their respective reasons, hid themselves in the grassland. With scales covering their entire bodies and thick, long claws. A group of lizardmen with appearances like a cross between crocodiles and snakes stood guarding the swamp.

“Izriel, from now on you have exactly one thing to do. Keep blowing that liquor bottle until all of those things collapse.”

Calisia, creating a solemn atmosphere, put the crushed White Cotton Flower into the liquor bottle and shook it.

“Here.”

“…Urgh!”

Izriel, receiving the liquor bottle, involuntarily dry-heaved. It was because the 100-year vintage wine was mixed with the grassy smell and earthy scent of crushed weeds.

-Hissss! Hissss!

One lizardman who heard the faint sound rolled its glistening eyeballs.

“…Mmph!”

Raktar and Calisia hurriedly covered the problematic mouth. The lizardman, gripping its spear properly, stepped out of the swamp with heavy steps.

-Hiss! Hissss!

The long, slit pupils turned toward beyond the grassland. It was clearly on guard.

“…”

The three people, forgetting even to breathe, froze in place. If they were discovered here, it would be the end.

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