Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 78

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78.

A moment later.

“Relax your muscles.”

Calisia slapped the backs of the Orc Warriors. Their muscles were so large and bumpy that she couldn’t see the problems properly.

-Grrrr….

The warriors made dejected sounds. Having their lifelong cultivated muscles treated like baggage was naturally upsetting.

“Hey! Are you all done?”

Calisia, who had finished solving all the problems, turned her head back.

“I have finished everything.”

Raktar straightened his back as if asking something obvious.

“Me too!”

Izriel, who had been lying on an orc’s back, also raised his hand high. It was the moment when the end of the long entrance exam came into view.

-Hardships and trials shall guide you to the path.

Calisia, pondering the tarot reading, stared intently at Raktar and Izriel. It seemed like she had somehow guided those two onto the right path.

“The fortune is ambiguous.”

***

Crackle-crackle-

A whole pig seasoned with salt and herbs was sizzling over the campfire. The savory and fragrant smell stimulated their appetites. This unexpected feast came from supplies taken from the village storage.

“Ahh-!”

Izriel hummed while gulping down fermented water buffalo milk liquor. Though slightly sour, it was quite smooth and drinkable. Much better than that alcohol made with white cotton flowers or whatever cursed flowers.

“Shall I tell you a scary story?”

In good spirits, he made a spooky expression toward Calisia and Raktar.

“Hey! Why are you talking so much during a meal? Take your drunken rambling elsewhere!”

Raktar, clearly annoyed, pointed toward the orc group.

“It’s about academy ghost stories….”

“Hmm, interesting!”

Calisia, who had been frantically stuffing meat into her mouth, showed interest. It wouldn’t hurt to hear stories about Hellorun.

“Valus! How can someone of noble birth show what’s in their mouth! Both of you so-called great nobles have such poor dining etiquette!”

Raktar, going through all sorts of emotions, explained proper conduct for the ruling class. Though no one was listening.

“At the academy, there’s a statue of the first headmaster… It moves at midnight!”

“It moves?”

Calisia replied halfheartedly. For such an ambitious start, it was just another common school ghost story.

“How did you know? Then here’s another one! On the academy’s 4th floor corridor, there are portraits of past headmasters…”

“Those probably move too.”

“How did you!”

“It’s obvious.”

At the clearly bored response, Izriel gulped down more water buffalo liquor. The essence of drinking gatherings was, first and foremost, entertainment.

“Then this one!”

Izriel put down his liquor bottle, telling them to really expect something this time. His prepared ghost story was about a new student who forgot his exam ticket.

“This happened a few years ago…”

It began with a typical setup. Hellorun’s teaching assistants had exhausted faces. Thanks to exam candidates flooding in from all regions.

“…Excuse me. I forgot my exam ticket.”

The busy teaching assistants looked at the exam candidate with expressions of ‘here we go again this year.’

“If you tell us your name and region of origin, we’ll issue you a temporary confirmation.”

“…James Haviér. From Polan Village in Southern Seilton County.”

At the ant-like crawling voice, the teaching assistants exchanged glances. The kid was so shocked his soul had completely left him.

“Senior! Are this name and region correct? It’s not showing up.”

The junior checking the exam candidate list asked in a puzzled tone. The teaching assistant double-checked the male student’s personal information. The answer came back as correct.

“…That’s strange. No matter how much I search, it’s not there. Don’t tell me it was omitted? That can’t be right. Wait a moment!”

Just in case, a teaching assistant picked up a magical storage device containing past exam schedules and tickets.

“Oh? Found it! James Havi… Huh, huh?”

Shortly after, the junior teaching assistant who found the exam candidate’s information blinked his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

At the junior’s inability to continue speaking, the senior teaching assistants turned their heads.

“…Senior. This is last year’s exam ticket.”

A moment of silence fell, and all the teaching assistants turned around with stiff faces. What greeted them was an empty seat and cold silence.

“A student who died during the academy exam became a ghost and wanders around…”

Izriel, who finished the story anticlimactically, poured snow flower wine into Calisia’s hand.

“…What are you doing?”

At the cold sensation, Calisia shook off her hand.

“The blessing bottle is made of sacred silver, so anything put in it will be imbued with divine power. So this becomes holy water… no, holy liquor!”

Izriel, his nose tip bright red, poured out the snow flower wine.

“I’m asking why you’re pouring this on me.”

“You’re dead!”

“What are you talking about.”

Calisia, putting down the pig’s hind leg, frowned in confusion.

“Begone! James Haviér!”

“What nonsense have you been spouting? Valus is perfectly alive.”

Unable to watch anymore, Raktar snatched away the liquor bottle. The guy wasn’t right in the head to begin with, but lately it had gotten worse. He wondered if the excommunication ritual had taken away his sanity.

“Then are you a zombie?”

Taking a big breath, Izriel took a large bite of Calisia’s arm.

“Ah, ow! Hey! Let go! You crazy bastard!”

Screaming from the sharp pain, Calisia grabbed the head in front of her tightly.

“Zombie flesh tastes bland!”

“…Has it taken not just sanity but intelligence as well. Oh Hellaisi.”

Such a disgraceful sight. Raktar made the sign of the cross and looked up at the night sky.

***

Flash!

With bright light, the three people were ejected to the coastline. A portal had been created as soon as the exam time ended.

“Huh, huh?”

“Ah, ugh…”

Hundreds of exam candidates appeared everywhere. Their battered bodies collapsed onto the sandy beach. Having fought continuously for 24 hours without eating or drinking, it was only natural.

“Soettong!”

Spotting Ian in the crowd, Calisia rushed forward. She showed no concern for Raktar and Izriel, who had shared hardships with her.

“That, that! How shameless!”

“The zombie is fast… damn fast.”

Watching the rapidly distancing figure, the two men each muttered a comment.

“Valus! Are you badly hurt?”

Ian, with blood splattered on various parts of his uniform, fixed his gaze on Calisia’s arm. It was because of marks that were clearly bite wounds.

“Oh, this?”

Calisia waved her hand dismissively, as if it was nothing.

“Tell me straight.”

Ian’s eyes sank low. The lizardman’s weapon was a spear, and the orc’s weapon was an axe. There was no way a sword wound of this depth could have been made.

“I did it the way you taught me.”

Unable to resist Ian’s persistent questioning, Calisia confessed her heroic tale of fighting the Orc Chieftain. Of course, the end result was a barrage of nagging.

-This concludes the Helorn Academy entrance examination. Thank you all for your hard work!

A golden horse head appeared in the sky above. The exam candidates lay sprawled on the ground as if they had no strength left to stand, only perking up their ears.

-We will now announce the list of successful candidates! This year’s Helorn incoming class consists of 296 students in total.

At the booming voice, the collapsed exam candidates struggled to lift themselves up.

“They already finished grading everything?”

“Did they really look at it properly?”

Complaints could be heard from here and there. Though they were teenagers who had lived at most a dozen or so years, they had taken the exam with their lives on the line. It was only natural for them to hope for a more careful deliberation.

-The entrance examination was conducted fairly under the supervision of the Academy Faculty and Imperial officials.

The golden horse head disappeared and a massive parchment unfolded in its place. The exam candidates’ gazes turned toward the sky in unison.

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