Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 87

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87.

In the dead of night—.

The Down with Chef Alliance was holding a meeting in Calisia’s bedroom before the decisive battle.

“Can we really trust this? Using Illusion Magic at this point…”

Raktar made a disgusted face as he looked at the dark violet liquid in the small bottle. This was a Transformation Potion called ‘werewolf’ among drunkards and gamblers.

“If we use Illusion Magic, we’ll be detected immediately.”

Ian cut him off as if telling him not to argue anymore. The guards of major trading companies were usually composed of high-level mages or knights. It would be difficult to deceive them with the new students’ clumsy skills.

“But is this really okay?”

Balak stared intently at the dark violet liquid. While he admitted he wasn’t well-versed in alchemy, this murky color was close to a manufacturing failure.

“Don’t worry! The effects are guaranteed!”

Izriel downed the liquid in the bottle in one gulp. ‘Werewolf’ was created by some eccentric mage to escape debt collectors.

—Under the full moon, it changes everything like a werewolf! Bones! Flesh! Even debts! Kahahahahaha!

Since illusions were easily detected, the idea was to physically change the body instead. Of course, it was an illegal drug that hadn’t received certification from the Magic Tower.

“It just hurts a little— Aaaaargh!”

Also, while the manufacturing method was relatively simple, it had the drawback of causing considerable pain.

“…Gah! Gaah!”

Izriel writhed his entire body as if he was about to foam at the mouth. His bones bent at strange angles, and his skin repeatedly stretched and contracted.

“I’m fine!”

How much time had passed? Izriel, transformed into a gray-haired guard, sprang up. Though he collapsed again due to his trembling legs.

“…Are you saying that’s really okay?”

Raktar, whose already nonexistent faith had completely disappeared, quietly pushed the medicine bottle away.

A moment later—.

“You bastards…! Let go of my hands!”

Raktar, whose limbs were bound by Ian and Balak, kept shouting angrily. Izriel was giggling as if something was amusing, and Calisia picked up the medicine bottle with a determined face.

“Dear fellow student Raktar.”

Calisia pressed down firmly on both cheeks of the furious Raktar.

“For the smooth progress of our plan, please open wide.”

“Even if you do this, you’ll still— Ugh, blblblb!”

The dark violet liquid poured into his open mouth. Raktar coughed violently and soon collapsed on the floor, writhing in pain.

“We’ll follow you soon, comrade.”

Calisia looked at Ian and Balak with resolute eyes.

“For quality meals!”

She raised the medicine bottle high.

“For quality meals!”

“…For them.”

Balak raised his bottle following Calisia, and Ian also reluctantly raised his hand. Clink! The sound of bottles clashing rang out as the three drank the medicine.

“Gaaaah, ugh!”

Soon after, their screams echoed throughout the bedroom.

***

The alliance, transformed into sturdy adult men, began changing into guard uniforms.

“Ugh! Don’t tell me you didn’t wash these?”

Raktar grabbed the hem of his shirt and frowned. The wrinkles clearly showed it was exactly as taken from the laundry room.

“Do we need to wash them?”

Balak held up the shirt and jacket and sniffed them. There was only a faint perfume scent and cigar aroma.

“Wash what? Just put them on roughly. If we jump into the water anyway, they’ll get automatically washed.”

Calisia answered while unbuttoning her shirt. Who among them would do laundry anyway?

“Tsk! Stop saying dirty things… Ugh! What are you doing right now!”

Raktar, who was scolding her, hurriedly turned his head away. It was because of Calisia, who had unbuttoned her shirt down to her navel. No matter how much her appearance had changed, she was still a lady. How could she carelessly take off her top in front of men?

“…Am I the only one, the only one who’s uncomfortable?”

Raktar quickly turned his head left and right. Izriel was humming a song and grinning, while Balak didn’t seem to care much.

“First time seeing a man undress?”

Calisia said he was making a fuss all by himself and continued unbuttoning. No, she tried to. If it weren’t for the hand that grabbed her as if clutching her collar.

“Stop.”

Ian’s hand firmly closed Calisia’s shirt. Looking strangely angry, he gathered the rest of the clothes and roughly shoved them into her arms.

“What? Why are you acting like this?”

“Go somewhere else to change.”

Growling, Ian grabbed Calisia’s sturdy shoulders and turned her around.

“Ah! Why! What’s wrong!”

Helplessly pushed, Calisia was shoved out onto the terrace. She stared at the firmly closed door with a dumbfounded expression.

“I don’t even have a jacket!”

Creak—. A guard jacket flew through the slightly opened door crack.

“Why is he acting like that? Really!”

Calisia, who ended up with the jacket over her head, was annoyed.

***

Whoooosh—

A ship with a golden flag passed through Hellorun’s water wall and headed toward the dock.

“That should be about right.”

Ian, who was hiding around a building corner watching the situation, signaled to the alliance with his eyes.

“…Snap.”

Calisia quietly summoned Baby Goblin. Whoosh—. Blue flames blazed and a cute little body appeared.

“Hey, Dokkaebi. You see that spire over there? Ring the bell there. You can do it, right?”

—Beep!

Baby Goblin puffed out his chest as if to say just trust him.

“Listen carefully. When you ring the bell, sea monsters will start destroying the dock. Watch that carefully, and when they seem to be retreating, ring the South Spire bell. Then the north one. Got it?”

—Beep! Beep! Beeep! Squeak!

The Dokkaebi, who pondered Calisia’s words while counting on his fingers, nodded.

“Go!”

Baby Goblin wiggled his bottom and flew up toward the spire.

Booong—! Dong—!

And not long after, the bell rang.

“Where is it!”

“West! It’s the west!”

The guards hurriedly left their posts at the continuously ringing bell.

“Now it’s Leviathan’s turn. Everyone get ready.”

Calisia, who took out dark blue scales from her chest, looked around at the alliance. Honestly, some faces looked half-believing, but their will to raid the ship seemed firm.

“Begin the attack.”

Calisia whispered to Leviathan’s scales. Then dark clouds gathered in the sky, and raindrops began to fall little by little.

Kwaaaaaat-!

Soon, a massive water column erupted from the sea. It was Leviathan, the protagonist of this page.

“Oh!”

Balak’s eyes widened as he gave Calisia a thumbs up. Raktar also opened his mouth slightly, as if he hadn’t really expected it to succeed.

“Now let’s go too.”

Calisia and the children who emerged from the darkness each drew up their aura and mana. Meanwhile…

“Wh-what! What’s happening?”

The half-panicked Manager of the merchant vessel grabbed the Assistant. The fierce rain made it impossible to see ahead, and he had fallen dozens of times on the ship that seemed ready to capsize at any moment.

“I’m sorry! It’s molting season for Leviathan, so it’s a bit sensitive… Ice! Become a shield!”

The Assistant raised his voice while blocking wooden debris flying overhead.

“This isn’t a situation to dismiss with sensitive… ugh, urgh!”

As the deck tilted sideways once more, the Manager lost his balance and staggered. Just when he thought he would tumble, someone grabbed him firmly.

“We’re the Guard Unit!”

It was five members of the Guard Unit.

“The situation is urgent, so we’ll join immediately!”

The guards who signaled to the Assistant and Manager joined with the escorts. But even so, it was difficult to reverse the already tilted situation.

“…Hah, urgh! This way! Aim this way!”

“Watch the tail! Over there!”

The intense battle continued with ear-splitting sounds. The Guard Unit also naturally blended into the group.

‘This way!’

Ian, who found the entrance leading down to the cargo hold, signaled to the strike team. Tadadadadak-. The five guards took advantage of the chaos to hide one by one.

***

“Keh, ack!”

The strike team that came down to the cargo hold kept coughing. It was because rainwater had gotten into their eyes, nose, and mouth from the torrential rain pouring in all directions.

“Let’s begin.”

Ian, who came to his senses first, began stuffing everything visible into his subspace pouch. Although they had decided on priority items to secure, there was no time. Moreover, the ship was shaking too much to distinguish what was what.

“My, my wine! My wine!”

Izriel seemed indifferent to everything else and only protected wine bottles.

“Damn it! This is shaking too much!”

Calisia shouted at the dark blue scale. Then the wildly shaking ship hull and high waves suddenly stopped.

“This is too obvious! Keep the lower body still and only move the upper body! Just the head! Performance! Just put on a performance!”

The stopped ship hull began to shake slightly. Soon after, Leviathan’s roar could be heard from afar. It seemed like it would focus on the sound effects.

“Quickly! Gather quickly!”

Calisia, who had collapsed on the floor, gestured toward the strike team. Balak grabbed meat and eggs, Raktar took cheese and fruit. Ian gathered things that were easy to store or didn’t spoil easily.

“Got everything? Let’s go now!”

Calisia finally stuffed a sack of seeds into her pouch. Now they just needed to escape for a perfect mission success.

“Mission complete. For the finale, shake the ship hull once more, big time. The waves too.”

Calisia, standing on the stairs connected to the deck, whispered quietly.

Chwaaaaaaaak-!

Shortly after, a massive wave crashed over the chaotic deck. Five guards were instantly swept out to sea.

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