Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 76

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76.

Crack!

Calisia struck a small Lightning Strike onto a rock near the swamp. Just enough to divert their attention for a moment. It was her clumsy attempt at copying Lucian’s methods.

-Hiss!

The lizardman that had approached near the grassland whipped its head around. Its massive tail and feet struck the ground as it moved away.

“….”

Only then did the three people exhale sighs of relief as their tension finally eased.

“…Hurry! Hurry!”

Calisia, running her hand through her hair, urged the dazed Izriel.

“I, I know… ugh… hoo-.”

He barely swallowed down his nausea and let out a long breath. The thick incense spread through the swamp on the heretic’s breath.

-Hiss, iss! Hisss….

How much time had passed? The lizardmen’s cries began to stretch out endlessly. Their eyelids grew heavy, their bodies trembled, and their consciousness drifted far away….

Splash! Splash! Splash!

One by one, the massive bodies toppled over into the swamp’s puddles.

“…Hah.”

Raktar bit his lips as he watched the lizardmen neutralized in an instant. His pride was hurt by Calisia’s continued success.

“…Valus. How do you know such things?”

He was a prince. Imperial Studies, Political Science, Law, and even Monster Studies and Pharmacology. There wasn’t a single subject he hadn’t learned and mastered since childhood.

“Ah, that?”

Calisia grinned as she recalled a conversation she’d once had with a Northern Knight. It was during one of her usual study sessions, wearing sandbags while studying Monster Studies.

-…I’m just going to the desert. People live there too, don’t they? I even know their specialty. Giant scorpion skewers.

Calisia, drenched in sweat, had collapsed on the training ground floor.

-Eh. You don’t know the true specialty of the Western Desert.

The Northern Knight narrowed his eyes and wagged his index finger from side to side.

-Aren’t you from the north?

-I have a friend who works in the Desert Army.

The specialty the knight secretly mentioned was a liquor called Snowflake Wine. Its only effect was lowering body temperature, but it was incredibly popular. Heat stroke was always a problem in the Western Desert, notorious for its scorching heat.

-Of course, mana users don’t collapse from heat stroke…. But hot is still hot, you know.

-Is the effect really that good?

-Yes. Actually, it’s so effective that it’s a problem. Regular people get internal injuries if they drink it. But for mana users like us, it’s no problem. The recipe is simple too.

The knight added that there wasn’t really much of a brewing method to speak of.

-You just crush white cotton flowers into any alcohol.

White cotton flowers were common weeds that grew throughout Arkea. They were so hardy against heat and cold that they bloomed all year round.

-Ah! And speaking of Snowflake Wine, I just remembered something else! Did you know it also works on monsters? There’s a village called Setios….

The story the knight told was about Desert Lizardmen, desert monsters. The gist was simple. Lizardmen that had attacked the village drank Snowflake Wine from a liquor barrel and passed out.

-The barrel wasn’t even that empty, but they couldn’t get up for ages. Who would have known? That those fierce creatures would collapse from just a few sips of alcohol.

Thinking about it, it wasn’t strange at all. Lizardmen were cold-blooded monsters, sensitive to temperature. Especially to cold.

“Want to know?”

Calisia, finished with her reminiscence, looked at Raktar’s sullen face.

“Listening to one’s subordinates is also a virtue of leadership.”

Raktar subtly leaned forward as if telling her to speak up.

‘Trying to save face?’

Come closer. Calisia glanced around and quietly gestured with her hand.

“…There’s something like that.”

She, uncharacteristically taking her time, whispered in Raktar’s ear.

“What?”

“Blah blah blah blah blah.”

Calisia giggled and left her spot.

***

“Hah….”

The Academy Professors let out quiet laughs seeing the lizardmen floating on the water. The series of methods used to solve the problem were rather unique.

“The previous exam candidates used Ice Magic, didn’t they?”

“The idea was good, but insufficient mana was the flaw.”

“Poor judgment indeed. Couldn’t they even make such calculations?”

A professor in robes openly frowned. Objectively gauging one’s own mana was the basics for any mage, wasn’t it?

“That Valus fellow is more impressive the more I see. Actually, when she went to the grassland, I thought she was looking for herbs to amplify mana.”

“Indeed. Who would have thought she’d use white cotton flowers. I feel like we’ve been schooled.”

“Her knowledge about monsters seems incredibly extensive. And she knows how to use it in the right place at the right time.”

The professors continued their generous evaluation. What they particularly noted was her adaptability. It was difficult to display one’s skills in unfamiliar places and situations.

“At this level, she might be able to aim for valedictorian or salutatorian.”

“It’s still too early to discuss valedictorian. While it’s true she’s consistently exceeded our expectations….”

“She’s never directly demonstrated her own abilities, has she?”

“Hmm….”

The professors fell silent. Sense, wit, and vast knowledge. These were supplementary elements that enhanced combat ability. In other words, they weren’t the core.

Force.

In the end, the most important thing was power.

“…Wait a moment!”

Just as the professors’ evaluations began to diverge, Calisia leaped high beyond the screen.

Whoooooosh-!

Blue Flames covering the sky struck down toward the orc chieftain’s head.

***

-This noona will handle the orcs.

Raktar, who had landed in the middle of the Orc Village, looked at Calisia with disbelief. Six hours remained. Finding and subduing every single orc within that time was impossible. That’s when Calisia suggested there was a simple method. Fighting the Leader to take control of the entire tribe.

“…Are you certain you can handle it?”

Resentment began to swirl in Raktar’s eyes. He hadn’t expected the solution to be this brutish.

It would be better to search for orcs that had gone hunting outside the village. Even if it meant giving up some exam points.

“Even if I die, make sure to give my Valention 150-year vintage! Don’t you dare drink it….”

Izriel had completely given up hope and handed over parchment and a quill pen. He wanted her to leave a will before entering Hellasin’s embrace. And not to think about drinking his alcohol.

“Thanks for the encouragement.”

Thunk!

Calisia summoned her Dokkaebi club and stepped onto the battlefield. A dark shadow had already fallen across her path.

-Grrrrrrr….

Orc warriors armed with iron axes revealed their intense fighting spirit. The piercing aura was enough to make her whole body tingle.

One step, two steps, three steps… twenty steps.

Calisia gritted her teeth and endured the killing intent flying at her from all directions. She straightened her body and slowly raised her head. A magnificent rock that looked like a sheer cliff. Above it, she could see a throne made of beast bones and wood.

-Grrrrr…

Hot breath leaked between molars as thick as a human forearm. A greenskin of enormous build. Calisia unconsciously swallowed dry saliva at its imposing presence. It was the orc chieftain, king of the tribe.

“Orsh Olkan!”

Calisia came to her senses and raised her voice with all her might. It was orcish meaning leader.

“Orkan gransh ragr Himoltan!”

A goblin club blazing with fierce flames pointed toward the throne. Larg Himoltan. In orcish, it was a challenge to an irrefusable duel.

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