Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 86

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86.

[ Down with Chef Alliance ]

Today, as always, five people gathered in the reception room, putting their heads together in a meeting.

“The trading company that made a supply contract with Hellorun is Bridge of Dawn. They’re scheduled to arrive at the Eastern Dock around 3 AM on the 15th.”

Raktar, who had found out the trading company’s route through connections, placed a parchment on the table.

“It seems they’ll be making deliveries to other places after stopping at Hellorun, as they handle quite a variety of items.”

Salt and sugar, spices, flour, vegetables, fruits, meat, seafood, cheese, even wine and various seeds. The children’s eyes lit up as they looked at the items listed on the parchment.

‘I need to sweep up all the seeds I can get.’

Calisia marked stars next to grain and fruit seeds with burning enthusiasm. Food ingredients were one-time use, but seeds were a different story. They could farm and harvest continuously.

“The force guarding each dock consists of 6 guards and 2 golems.”

Ian, who had spread a map on the table, spoke up. He pointed to the 4 spires marked on the map. They were a kind of alarm tower with large bells installed.

“The way to temporarily pull the guards away is to ring the bells located at each cardinal direction.”

“Would all the guards really leave their posts just because a bell rings?”

Balak, expressing doubt, stroked his chin.

“Aren’t there golems stationed there?”

“Isn’t that more of a problem? In some ways, golems would be more troublesome than guards.”

“We won’t be dealing with the golems. We’ll attack the ship from the sea.”

Ian winked at Calisia, saying this was the fourth time. They had coordinated beforehand.

“Alright! Fellow students! Please take one parchment each! Please read carefully.”

Calisia distributed parchments titled ‘Wise Pirate Life.’

[ Wise Pirate Life ]

1. As soon as the food supply ship comes within appropriate range, ring the bells of spires in other directions.

In charge: Calisia’s Dokkaebi

2. After the guards leave their posts, attack the food supply ship to divert the attention of teaching assistants and mercenaries.

In charge: Leviathan

3. Create a disturbance to keep the guards occupied while we carry out our work.

In charge: Leviathan’s minion monsters

4. After disguising as guards, board the food supply ship under the pretense of providing support. Take advantage of the chaos to go down to the cargo hold and steal food ingredients.

In charge: All members of Down with Chef Alliance

Balak and Raktar just blinked at the considerably brief and abbreviated plan. What they understood least was Leviathan. Why would the gatekeeper of the water wall help new students steal food ingredients?

“….”

The two boys silently looked back and forth between the plan and Calisia. It was so absurd that they couldn’t even muster the will to object.

“Numbah five! Uh-oh! Don’t, forget!”

Izriel tapped the end of the parchment and giggled.

“What do you mean?”

Raktar, coming to his senses, asked in a reluctant tone.

“Wah-ter, swim! Jump, in!”

“By the time we reach land, we’ll encounter the golems and guards.”

“No, meet! There! There’s anoth-er way!”

Raktar jumped up from his seat. The method he mentioned was entering the academy through the sewers located beneath the dock.

“Sewers? There would be bars there, right? Besides, in the case of fortresses or castles, access magic is cast everywhere. To prevent outsiders from entering freely. Hellorun would be even more so.”

Balak shook his head, suggesting they look for another method. Besides, they didn’t even know where the sewers connected to.

“I-I know how to open that! I also know where to go!”

Izriel giggled.

“How do you know that?”

“My in-form-ant is the First Head-mas-ter! Se-cret! Secret!”

Izriel looked around and put his index finger to his lips with a “shh.”

“First Headmaster? Did you meet a ghost or something?”

Raktar let out a big sigh, saying he didn’t need to hear more.

“…Don’t tell me that Academy ghost story from back then was real?”

Calisia, who had been quietly listening, burst into a hollow laugh.

-There’s a stat-ue of the First Head-mas-ter at the A-cad-e-my…. At mid-night!

Was that boring ghost story she heard at the Orc Village actually true? Calisia picked up her quill pen and added number 5: ‘Escape through the sewers.’

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“Move! Move away!”

The guards protecting the dock looked at the troublesome drunk with expressions that said ‘here we go again.’ Black and white mottled hair—it was the famous Apostate.

‘What is the Pope doing, not catching someone like that.’

The guards wrinkled their noses at the terrible smell of alcohol.

“Move away!”

“We won’t tolerate any more disturbance… Ugh, eek!”

The drunk who jumped high bit the guard’s ear and pulled at his hair.

“What are you doing! How dare you bite… Ah, ack! Someone get this off me!”

The guard shouted to his colleagues as the drunk clung to him like a cicada.

“Let go!”

“If you don’t let go now, we’ll use force!”

The guards rushed over and struggled to pry the drunk off. But what came back was fierce resistance.

“Let go! Hey! You bastard… Ack! Catch him! Catch him quickly!”

“His strength! Why is his strength so strong!”

The guards, who had their hair grabbed in turns, finally raised their fists.

“Heh, hehehe….”

The drunk, with his face bruised blue, collapsed on the floor and grinned foolishly. His hands were full of the guards’ hair.

Operation Team 1, Izriel Hyacinth—successful mass collection of guard hair for transformation potion brewing.

***

“What kind of laundry piles up every second!”

Young-faced girls complained while looking at the mountain of laundry. From Academy staff to guards’ clothes—it was inevitable with so many people.

“Still, where else is there a workplace like Hellorun? Good pay, comfortable beds, and delicious food!”

“That’s true.”

“I actually find it much more comfortable here than when I worked at a noble house.”

The girls chatted while sorting through the jumbled laundry.

“Excuse me.”

Just then, three beautiful boys carefully entered the laundry room. Jet-black hair with mysteriously glowing golden eyes like a wolf’s—beautifully tanned skin with soft hazelnut eyes—rose-red hair with eyes burning like the sun—. For a moment, the girls blushed at the illusion that the room seemed to brighten.

“…Ladies, could we possibly borrow some clothes? We sweated too much during sparring.”

The brown-haired boy in the lead smiled embarrassedly and gestured to his body. His thin silk shirt was soaked with sweat and showing through transparently.

“Ah…!”

The girls quickly looked down.

“There are only unwashed clothes here! We, we’ll bring you new clothes!”

The girls, clenching both fists, suddenly burned with enthusiasm.

“Ah, it’s fine. We can’t trouble the ladies. Just enough to cover ourselves briefly would be sufficient. Right, guys?”

The soft hazelnut eyes reached the two boys standing stiffly.

“I’ll choose, so you two don’t need to step forward. And you! How dare you look there!”

“…I’ll just wear something.”

The boys tried desperately to cover their bodies with both arms. Their shirts, clinging tightly to their bodies, were far too transparent.

“P-please, make yourselves comfortable!”

“Then excuse me.”

The brown-haired boy with a bright smile pulled off his shirt with a flourish. His muscles, honed through training, were fully revealed under the lights.

“Eek!”

The girls who had covered their eyes quickly turned around.

‘What are you doing? Hurry up and grab the stuff so we can get out!’

The brown-haired boy wiped the smile from his face and glared. The two boys quickly gathered up the five sets of clothes and left the laundry room.

“Thank you, ladies.”

The brown-haired boy whispered quietly in the ears of the girls who had turned away.

Operation Team 2: Ian Lakies, Balak Titan, Raktar Helios—. Successfully secured guard uniforms.

***

Midnight, Main Building 4th Floor Corridor—.

A small girl walked through the dark corridor, relying on the faint moonlight. Picture frames densely filling the walls and portraits of past deans—. The atmosphere was quite eerie.

“…Ah.”

One step, two steps, three steps…. The girl who had been diligently moving forward suddenly shuddered. She felt as if someone was watching her.

Creak—

The girl shrank back once more. This time she really felt someone’s gaze. The girl clenched her fists and slowly turned around.

Whoosh—!

Hundreds of eyes painted in the portraits were all directed toward her.

“Finally!”

The girl stamped her feet in joy. She had been walking back and forth along this long corridor exactly ten times to wake up the sleeping deans.

—Proud talent of Helorn….

—So that you may become a hero….

—The Academy spares no support….

Hundreds of voices mixed together could be heard. This was one of Helorn’s school ghost stories called ‘The Corridor Portraits.’

It was said that if you walked alone through the 4th floor corridor at midnight, the portraits of the deans would speak to you.

—If you tell the deans what you want, they’ll grant it for you….

Remembering her friend’s words, the girl told the deans what she wanted.

Creak—.

The deans’ eyes turned toward the opposite wall. It was a frame containing the deans’ achievements. The girl carefully followed hundreds of gazes with her steps. After a moment, the girl stopped and peered into a small frame.

[ Dean Stalin who captured the great thief Rewator ]

It showed a man with a black pouch slung over his shoulder and the dean attacking from behind.

—Take…it…out….

The girl reached her hand into the frame.

Swoosh—.

Her pale hand disappeared into the frame, and soon her arm was sucked in as well. The girl, pressed against the wall, shook her shoulders frantically.

Thud—!

Suddenly, the girl who had caught something fell away from the frame. In her small hand was a black pouch with a subtle luster.

Operation Team 3: Calisia Valus—. Successfully secured subspace pouch for storing food supplies.

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