Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 85

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85.

“You can’t do this. Please take your seat.”

The attendants dealt with it calmly, almost indifferently, as if this was routine.

“Why the hell are you even serving this garbage!”

The new students nodded vigorously in agreement.

No matter how prettily you packaged garbage, it was still garbage.

“Call the chef! Tell him to eat this crap himself!”

The Academy’s class schedule could hardly be called leisurely. Moreover, the Titan family used Strong Sword techniques that relied on powerful strength. Such a poor diet couldn’t maintain muscle mass and stamina.

“If you keep causing a disturbance, I’ll call the guards.”

The servant being grabbed by the collar by Balak warned as he was shaken back and forth.

“Guards? Call them! Go ahead and call them!”

Wheeeet-!

The servant whistled. Then, with thundering footsteps, large rock masses appeared. They were magic golems.

-Disturbances in the dining hall are prohibited.

Three magic golems instantly restrained Balak. His limbs were bound in an instant as he struggled violently.

-Picky teenagers are bad. To be a good teenager, you must eat everything.

The golem picked up the soup from the table.

“…?”

Balak’s eyes filled with horror. If what he was expecting was correct, what these rock masses were about to do was….

“Ugh, urgh! Ugh, urp!”

The golems grabbed Balak’s jaw and poured the soup down haphazardly. The smell of thousand-year-old orc dung hit his nostrils and covered his tongue and esophagus.

‘Cruel bastards! Just kill me instead!’

The new students swallowed their screams at that brutal sight. If they made a sound, they would surely end up the same way.

“…Ugh, urp.”

Calisia lifted Ian’s hand to cover her eyes. Just watching made her feel sick.

“Everyone, please continue your meal.”

The attendants, who had been watching Balak with emotionless eyes, brought out dessert. The students’ lips twitched slightly.

***

[ Down with the Chef Alliance ]

Late at night-. Five new students gathered in the dormitory reception room. Calisia, Ian, Raktar, Izriel, and Balak.

“Good evening. I am Calisia Valus, who organized this Down with the Chef Alliance meeting.”

Calisia stood up from the sofa and faced the crowd. Though it was only four people.

“Actually, I expected more people to gather…. But due to the ‘Golem Soup Incident’ that occurred three days ago at breakfast, many fellow students refused to participate.”

Calisia sent mild consolation toward Balak.

“Then let’s begin the meeting. Today’s agenda is ‘How can we get quality meals?’ Please raise your hand if you have an opinion.”

Surprisingly, Izriel was the first to raise his hand. The alcohol he had smuggled from the ship had run out, and he had been surviving on snow flower wine for almost ten days. He couldn’t endure it any longer.

“How about, sending a letter of fortune, to His Majesty, the Emperor?”

Izriel gave his opinion with wide eyes and clear pronunciation.

“Have you seen such a crazy bastard! Are you suggesting we all go to the guillotine together?”

Raktar waved his hands dismissively as if he didn’t want to hear it.

“How about submitting a petition to the personnel authority instead?”

“It would be useless. There are already those who submitted petitions. The result was dismissal.”

Ian, with his arms crossed, refuted Raktar’s opinion.

“…Then ahem-. How about accompanying it with gifts?”

The children nodded at the not-bad opinion.

“Oh-. That’s good? Then the gift matter—I mean, the gift matter will be executed by the powerful and wealthy prince. Now! Are there any other fellow students with opinions?”

Calisia clapped her hands.

“Let’s rob the ship carrying food ingredients.”

Balak’s eyes blazed fiercely. He’d rather eat dirt than the student cafeteria food.

“Wouldn’t it be better to rob the food storage instead?”

Calisia asked back.

“In the long term, robbing the storage would be more profitable. But before that, we’re more likely to starve to death. First, here.”

Balak spread a crude map across the reception room table. Though scribbled messily, it showed the Academy’s geography in considerable detail.

The problem was that no food storage was visible anywhere.

“As you can see, there’s no food storage anywhere. Even the kitchen with that wicked chef isn’t visible.”

According to second-year seniors, no one had ever found the food storage or kitchen. Therefore, even if visible, ‘ship attack’ was the only viable option.

“This is the only choice we can make right now.”

North, south, east, west. Balak pointed to the four docks marked on the map.

“What! You want a prince to rob ships like a petty thief?”

Raktar, who had been listening quietly, expressed strong disapproval.

“Pirate! I don’t like it!”

“It seems the precious prince is scared. Fine, Valus. Let’s plan this among ourselves.”

Ian rarely spoke sarcastically. Raktar, provoked by this, got angry, asking if he dared mock him.

“Now, quiet. Quiet! Please refrain from unnecessary fighting during the meeting.”

At Calisia’s mediation, the two boys reluctantly closed their mouths.

“Student Balak. Please continue.”

“Ships carrying food ingredients come to Hellorun on the 1st, 8th, 15th, 21st, and 28th of each month. We target the 15th, five days from now.”

“Good ambition.”

Raktar shook his head, saying it was impossible. Because of the escorts. All ships entering Hellorun were necessarily accompanied by teaching assistants and mercenaries. Moreover, they weren’t opponents that five mere freshmen could defeat.

“If that were possible, the upperclassmen would have already robbed them, tsk!”

The atmosphere in the reception room grew heavy.

***

The next day, Raktar quickly took action. He submitted numerous petitions along with some sincerity. To put it simply, he failed. But even so, the Down with the Chef meeting was still busy. They were each gathering information for the last card, the ‘food ship attack.’

-Help me…. Help…. Help me…. To Starlight Lake….

Calisia blocked her ears with a pillow. Just as she was about to fall asleep, it would talk to her, and just as her eyes were closing, it would talk again-. She was on the verge of developing insomnia.

-Do you want coins…? Do you want massive coins…!

What the hell. Calisia, whose nerves had snapped, bolted upright in bed. She was already going crazy from hunger, and now she couldn’t even sleep—she felt like she was going insane.

“I’m settling things with that damn snake bastard today!”

Disheveled Calisia roughly threw on her cloak and left the dormitory. Her destination was the freshwater lake located in Moonlight Forest. The dock would inevitably have too many watching eyes.

Whoosh-

Calisia, who had reached the forest entrance, ignited a small blue flame. Relying on moonlight and flame, she ventured deeper and deeper. How long had she walked-. A vast lake spread before her eyes, filled with starlight.

Wheeeeee-

Calisia crouched in front of the lake and whistled long. The clear sound like a bell penetrated between the trees and echoed through the forest.

Swooooosh-

Before long, the water surface rippled and dark blue scales glinted intermittently. The Leviathan, which had been swimming for a while, raised its large eyes above the surface.

-You’ve finally come, young maiden….

Leviathan’s yellow pupils glittered as they caught the light.

“Young maiden my ass. Hey! I’m here because you’re being so damn noisy! Enough already. Please, let me sleep. Please!”

-Have you not come to help me?

Leviathan’s eyes visibly drooped with dejection.

“Help with what! I want to report you to the Department of Education! Wait, is there even something like that here? Anyway, I’m reporting this bullying to someone!”

Calisia rubbed her eyes roughly, they were dry from being beyond sleepy. She really just wanted to sleep.

-Are you not an apostle of god? Why do you refuse to help me?

“Apostle of god? Well… Ah, I guess that’s roughly right. But you and I belong to completely different organizations. And where in the world is there anything free? What’s it called, even the Hella Religion takes donations.”

-Then, speak your desire. Young maiden-. Whatever it may be, I shall grant it.

What I want is for you to be quiet. Drained of energy, Calisia sprawled out spread-eagle on the Grassland. Somehow it felt like the conversation had circled back to square one.

-Young maiden….

“Wait. Let me think for a moment.”

Calisia closed her eyes. For once, Leviathan kept its mouth shut too.

“….”

Calisia began forcing her fatigue-complaining head to work. Based on her experience so far, Leviathan would keep pestering her to the very end. In that case, she might as well….

“Hey, want to do a job together with me?”

Having decided on something, Calisia’s eyes snapped wide open.

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