Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 80

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80.

However, problems began erupting from the very next day.

“Agh!”

Calisia, who was enjoying her usual hearty breakfast, opened her mouth in sharp pain. Between the finely chewed steak, a pebble the size of a fingernail was visible. This was impossible in a noble household that valued hygiene.

“Ptui, ptui ptui!”

After finishing training and wolfing down lunch, Calisia spat onto her napkin. It was clumped mud and sand. The Head Chef kept bowing his head, saying it seemed like improperly cleaned shellfish had gotten mixed in.

“Ugh, eek!”

This time it was before she could even start dinner. The maid carrying beef stew stumbled badly, her feet getting tangled. Right onto Calisia’s chest, no less. The result was both of them falling down together in a heap.

“Why is my luck so terrible today.”

Even at this point, she thought it was just bad fortune. While deliberately ignoring Izriel’s letters that kept flying in daily.

“Young Miss! Are you alright?”

The Northern Knights who were training came rushing over in a crowd. It was because Calisia had tripped over some random stone and fallen.

“…Um, Young Miss. Isn’t your armpit a bit too close to my face?”

This time her clothes tore during sparring. Moreover, she nearly got seriously injured due to a cracked wooden sword. Such small but definite misfortunes continued.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

Calisia, who was taking a walk, screamed and threw her body to the side. It was thanks to a wyvern that had lost its balance and was falling straight down to the ground.

“I can’t stand it anymore!”

Calisia, covered in bruises all over her body, let out a lion’s roar. While pounding her bed to pieces.

“Stay still for a moment.”

Ian, who was helping treat Calisia, let out a small sigh. How could he properly apply medicine like this?

“Soettong. What do you think about heretics? Do Imperial people really hate them?”

Calisia, who was quietly receiving treatment, opened her mouth. It was to figure out whether or not to send a Counter-killing Intent. Based on the reactions so far, it didn’t seem too bad.

“Heretics?”

“I serve the General, you know. If I get caught, will there be a holy trial and will my head get cut off?”

Her sacred power was somewhat different from the aura of Hella religion to simply pass it off as the same thing. While those with insufficient training wouldn’t notice, anyone at bishop level would immediately catch on. Not to mention Izriel, who was a candidate for the next Pope.

“You mean foreign gods. The Empire is tolerant of other nations’ religions. While Hella religion is the state religion, they guarantee religious freedom.”

Hella religion was rooted in polytheism, not monotheism. Therefore, Imperial people didn’t deny the existence of foreign gods. There were dozens of gods existing within Arkea alone.

“The heretics the Empire defines are the savage tribes hiding in the Dorkan Mountain Range. They’re evil god worshippers from the founding mythology. If you’re not one of them, the Empire doesn’t particularly reject foreign gods.”

“Really?”

“That doesn’t mean they warmly welcome them either. You should be cautious when revealing your power. I recommend hiding it as much as possible.”

Ian added these words while looking at Calisia, whose eyes were gleaming. The script and power she used were far too unfamiliar. The foreign gods accepted in the Empire were limited to adjacent countries.

“You’re dead.”

Calisia, half-listening to Ian’s words, roughly opened her desk drawer. How dare he treat her like some evil spirit or zombie.

***

Deep in the night-

Two figures entered the dark Training Ground. It was Calisia and Ian, holding candles and thread in their hands.

Swish-swish-

Calisia, holding a wooden sword, densely wrote unknown patterns and Chinese characters on the dirt floor. A small circular shape.

It was a talisman that would serve as the foundation for Counter-killing Intent.

“Soettong, the thread.”

Ian handed Calisia fairly thick and long thread.

She placed four threads in a cross shape over the circle. East, west, south, north – the four directions. It was a kind of compass that would find the direction to send the Counter-killing Intent.

Thud-

Finally, she placed the letters she had been collecting in the center of the circle.

“At some point, the wick will catch fire. When that happens, just give me the candle.”

Calisia knelt down and folded her hands neatly. Ian stood guard beside her. It was the beginning of Counter-killing Intent.

“Oh my! Impurity enters from all directions! Is it impurity from the east, impurity from the west, impurity from the south, or from the north…”

Calisia’s eyelids trembled and her slender shoulders swayed in all directions. Drums, janggu, gongs, kkwaenggwari, flutes. Her clear voice itself was reminiscent of Shamanic Music.

“Will you grab the eastern thread and go! Will you grab the western thread and go! Will you grab the southern thread and go! The northern thread…”

Calisia burst into laughter without realizing it and shook her whole body in all directions. The sound of Shamanic Music grew louder in her ears and Calisia’s eyes rolled back.

Whoosh-!

The wick caught fire. Ian, who had been silently standing guard, firmly grasped Calisia’s shoulder. The trembling subsided and she soon took the candle.

“Did it enter from the east!”

Calisia, with white eyes, lit the thread placed to the east. The tip flared up briefly but soon died down.

“Did it enter from the west!”

Calisia moved her steps. But the western thread also just turned black and charred without any particular reaction.

“Did it enter from the south!”

Suddenly, the end of the thread blazed up and thick smoke rose.

“…Found it.”

Calisia’s eyes, which had been rolled back white, returned to their place. Flames that shot high into the sky raced fiercely along the thread.

-Aah!

Agonizing screams poured out from the letters consumed by the flames. Counter-killing Intent – the curse had returned to its original owner.

***

The Imperial Docks on the Eastern Coast bustled with teenagers. Calisia and Ian had also set foot at the harbor early in the morning. It was because of the Hellorn Academy entrance ceremony.

“If I catch that bastard Izriel, I’m going to kill him.”

Calisia, exhausted from fatigue, scanned her surroundings thoroughly with hollow eyes. It was because of the letters that kept flying in endlessly even after sending the Counter-killing Intent.

“He should tell me where he’s holed up so I can send him alcohol or corrupt priests or something!”

Or instead of writing letters, he could come find Valus Castle or the Imperial Palace. Calisia repeatedly dry-washed her face. Seeing this, Ian silently offered her a cookie.

Hoooooo-

The sound of a long horn trumpet echoed through the noisy venue. Soon after, a large warship entered the docks. It was due to the Academy’s geographical characteristics. Hellorn was a huge island located in the sea, not inland.

“That’s it, right? The sculpture the First Headmaster received as a gift from the Dwarf.”

The new students gaped at the golden pegasus sculpture decorating the ship’s bow. It had such liveliness and precision that it seemed ready to fly away at any moment.

“I’ve only heard about it too, this is my first time actually seeing it. I’d believe it if you said they caught a passing pegasus and tied it up.”

“I heard there were people who secretly infiltrated Hellorn trying to steal that thing?”

The new students exclaimed in admiration.

Thud!

Then, a group of men and women in purple uniforms jumped down from the bow. They were Hellorn’s Teaching Assistants.

“New students, please board the ship quickly from now on!”

The new students headed toward the warship with excited hearts. Climbing the Spiral Staircase revealed a vast deck. Various dishes, champagne, and Attendants dressed in formal wear were visible. It was a scene reminiscent of an outdoor party.

“What?”

The new students walking at the front flinched and stepped back. While ship parties were familiar, wasn’t this a ship bound for the Academy? Rolling their eyes around, they moved their feet hesitantly.

Ting-a-ling-ting-a-ling-a-ling-

The sounds of harp, violin, and piano harmonized together. The sweet melody gradually dissolved the atmosphere that had been colored with confusion.

“We sincerely congratulate you on your acceptance to Hellorn Academy!”

The attendants who delivered the congratulations offered simple refreshments and champagne to the new students, saying they were made by the Academy chefs.

“Mmm-.”

Rich-flavored cheese and sweetly braised bacon. The children who picked up and ate the thinly sliced baguette canapés let out satisfied moans.

“…Where the hell is Izriel.”

A zombie pushed through the new students who had begun gathering in small groups to build friendships. It was Calisia, still wandering around looking for Izriel.

“Stop that and eat this instead.”

Ian picked up a canapé from the silver tray and pushed it into her mouth. It was topped with soft cream and salt-cured salmon.

“…It’s delicious.”

Calisia, who had been tormented by curses for days, opened her eyes wide. Then she began devouring all the canapés on the silver tray.

“Eat slowly… no, eat a lot.”

Ian subtly blocked the view of Calisia. Her food intake had been ridiculously small these past few days.

“There’s more than one or two costs I need to charge that bastard Izriel. First, the dentist!”

Calisia stuffed the canapé entirely into her mouth.

Since she wasn’t chewing stones and sand, she finally felt like she could live.

“…?”

As Calisia reached for another silver tray, she spotted a familiar silhouette among the crowd. It was Prince Raktar.

“Hey!”

Calisia shouted with joy upon seeing a familiar face. Judging by his gaunt appearance, the letters had definitely reached the Imperial Palace too.

“Soettong, wait!”

Calisia rushed forward. She caught a glimpse of Ian holding out a silver tray, but only briefly.

“…”

Ian handed the silver tray to an attendant and followed after her. He wanted to see who this remarkable person was that made her abandon even the canapés.

“You don’t mean…?”

Calisia’s mouth fell slightly open. Raktar’s condition up close was more haggard than she had expected.

“Did you happen to receive letters?”

“…Did you receive them too?”

Raktar, whose complexion had turned deathly pale, slowly rolled his eyes.

“Every day for 2 weeks.”

At Calisia’s answer, Raktar exploded in frustration. At first, he had considered contacting the Hyacinth Family or the Hella Church. But he lacked sufficient justification. Izriel was already someone who had turned his back on his family and even undergone an excommunication ritual. In other words, his affiliation was unclear.

‘That damned scoundrel.’

In fact, he hadn’t just sat idle for the past 2 weeks. He had hired people to spread out on the streets, sought help from his maternal family, and even deployed the Imperial Guard to search places where that bastard might be. In the end, it was all for nothing.

“Don’t tell me he didn’t even come here?”

Calisia whipped her head left and right.

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