Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 88

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88.

In the dark ocean depths—. A round light illuminated before the squad’s eyes. Then, a transparent membrane wrapped around the children’s heads. Their blocked breathing became comfortable and their vision became much clearer. It was Leviathan’s kindness. Lowering his body, he offered his tail to the children.

-Hold on tight. Maiden and her companions.

The squad grabbed onto Leviathan’s scales with all their strength. After confirming the children clinging to him, he cut through the water currents and shot forward.

Swoooosh-!

Leviathan, who reached the dock in the blink of an eye, pushed the squad toward the sewers. Calisia turned her head and conveyed her thanks to him.

Do not forget your promise with me, maiden—. I will be waiting.

Leviathan disappeared into the deep sea. Meanwhile, Izriel, standing before the sewer iron bars, drew up his mana. At his rarely serious appearance, the squad watched him silently. Half was amazement, and half was distrust.

Flash!

White light appeared on his long fingers. From north to south, from west to east, from northwest to southeast, from northeast to southwest. White light was chaotically drawn over the iron bars.

Groooan-

Before long, the iron bars rose upward with a blue light. Not missing that gap, the squad threw themselves into the sewers.

“….”

Having crashed onto the floor in a disheveled state, they looked at each other with bewildered faces. Their expressions showed they never thought this ridiculous plan would actually succeed.

“Wi, neeee!”

Suddenly letting out a strange cry, Izriel lunged at his subspace pouch. Everyone stepped back at his crazed look.

“My preci, ous! Alco, hooool!”

Izriel stuck his arm into the pouch with the momentum of almost entering it himself. Seeing this, Balak rolled his eyes and stepped forward, saying his brain was cracked.

“…Isn’t he possessed by a ghost at that level?”

Ian looked at Calisia with a deliberately serious attitude. His eyes suggested they should take some measures.

“That’s just a disease. Madness disease. Or you could call it damn disease.”

Calisia sighed. In the midst of this, Izriel, who had finally found wine, shoved the bottle into his mouth.

“Hey! Hey! Guide us first! There’s no wine opener here either!”

At Calisia’s restraint, Izriel raised his index finger and traced it up the bottle’s neck.

Pop-!

The cork wrapped in white light shot up into the air. Izriel winked at Calisia and poured wine into his mouth.

“He’s definitely possessed by a ghost. My sword…! My sword….”

Ian fumbled around his body searching for his divine sword.

“Helaisius….”

Raktar simply made the sign of the cross toward the sky.

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The place they reached after passing through the long sewers was an old indoor training ground. The kind of place where dust had accumulated because it hadn’t been touched by human hands for a long time.

“Was there a place like this at the Academy too?”

Calisia, whose legs had given out, slumped down on the floor. The rest of the squad also leaned against walls or lay down one by one.

“Everything’s here. Wooden scarecrows and wooden swords.”

Calisia, who had looked around, shook Izriel who was almost stuck to the floor. Asking where exactly this place was.

“Aban, doned trai, ning groun…. Ah, an aban, doned trai, ning ground inside!”

“Abandoned?”

Balak, who had been leaning against the wall, got up from his spot. He punched the scarecrow with his fists—thud thud-. The heavy energy rising up had quite good impact. It was definitely made of high-grade wood with high strength. Moreover, what was embedded in the scarecrow’s chest was a magic crystal.

“The training ground is one thing, but why did they leave the scarecrow as is? Judging by the magic crystal’s size and purity, its performance seems quite good.”

“Gho, st posses, sed! If you just tou, ch it…!”

“It would move. Is there anything that looks normal to your eyes at all?”

Raktar shouted to either reduce the alcohol or reduce the talking. It was because he was furious from feeling sticky all over and hearing nonsense on top of that.

“The statue was possessed by a ghost! The portrait was possessed by a ghost! The scarecrow is possessed by a ghost! Why don’t you say there’s someone possessed among us too!”

“….”

Ian flinched without realizing it. Not now, but it was true that he was intermittently possessed by ghosts.

“Ahem! There’s a lot of dust….”

Calisia also scratched her nose and head while fidgeting busily. Because her condition was ‘seemingly ghostly, not ghostly, but ghost-like me.’

“….”

Izriel’s gaze lingered on Calisia for a moment then fell away.

“Ouch!”

In the strangely awkward atmosphere, Izriel let out a pained scream. He made a tearful face while clutching his right index finger. Of course, no one reacted.

“Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.”

Izriel repeated his screams like a broken magic doll.

“…What’s wrong?”

At the somewhat bizarre scene, Balak cautiously spoke up. The abandoned training ground and ghost-possessed wooden scarecrow. He was already feeling chills on the back of his neck from hearing ghost stories.

“I got cut by His High, ness’s sharp nai, l!”

Izriel raised his finger high and burst into laughter. Raktar, having no more strength to be angry, buried his face in his palms. Must he really count such a thing as a citizen?

“Haah-.”

After a brief silence, the squad simultaneously let out sighs. It was dawn when everyone had many thoughts for their own reasons.

“For now…. Let’s eat.”

Then, Calisia, who had gotten up, turned her subspace pouch inside out.

Clatter clatter-

All kinds of ingredients and spices poured out endlessly.

***

Crackle-! Crackle-!

The squad gathered around the campfire kept drooling. Sausages and potatoes skewered on tree branches were cooking while giving off a savory smell.

“Can we eat now?”

Balak brought his head close to the fire. His hazel eyes burned with a crimson light. Even the hot heat of the flames couldn’t stop him.

Gulp-.

At this moment, there were only two things in the world. Me and the meat that would fill my muscles—. It was a kind of state of selflessness.

“Yeah.”

Calisia, who had been staring at the potatoes and sausages without blinking, nodded. Large hands snatched up the wooden skewers as if they had been waiting.

“Haah….”

Ecstatic moans burst from the squad’s mouths. Juices burst—pop pop—from the sausages with appropriately mixed fat. The fluffy potatoes seasoned with salt were beyond words.

“What are we going to do with the remaining ingredients?”

Ian, who had filled his stomach to some degree, gestured toward the training ground. They couldn’t leave all those ingredients as they were.

“We can boil the fruits to make jam, and turn the meat into ham or jerky. Still, let’s sell what’s left to other kids for coins.”

Calisia answered while finishing her bite of sausage. Vegetables and such would spoil quickly anyway.

“Don’t we lack a proper place?”

“Hey, can’t we use that training ground? You said no one comes there.”

Calisia seemed quite taken with the training ground. For starters, the building was fundamentally sturdy and spacious. With just a little work, it could probably become a decent villa. Moreover, the secret passage connected to the sewers was a major advantage.

“And anyway, if we’re going to farm, we’ll have to come into the forest. It’d be nice to have a resting space attached.”

“Even so, that training ground is strictly Hellorun’s property. How do we know who might come barging in when?”

Calisia and Ian put down their skewers and began bickering back and forth.

“If we nitpick about this and that, how can we make any progress? We need to let some things slide. Be flexible.”

“Those kinds of careless moments accumulate and ruin everything. And Valus, how many seconds did you think before already talking about flexibility?”

The two’s voices gradually grew louder.

“Tsk! Ignorant fools! Instead of wasting time arguing here, why don’t you just apply to establish a club?”

Raktar, who had neatly set down his finished wooden skewer, scolded the two. He said that these supposed scions of ducal houses didn’t even know dining etiquette and were making a racket.

“Establishing a club? Didn’t they say only upperclassmen can do that?”

Calisia recalled Professor Kersi’s words about club activities still being a distant matter.

“Ahem-. The professor’s words meant that with the new students’ skills and reputation, solving external requests would be impossible. Not club establishment. You need to read the context. Tsk!”

Raktar sarcastically remarked that Valus apparently doesn’t teach language studies either. Any student at Hellorun could establish a club. Gathering members and maintaining the group through achievements was a different matter though.

“No. Where in that sentence was there such meaning? This isn’t context comprehension, it’s just a leap of logic. Hey! Go set up a fortune-telling booth. At this level you’re practically a fortune-teller! A fortune-teller!”

Calisia pretended to pull out money, asking how much the ritual fee was. The incensed Raktar shot up from his seat and lunged at her.

“Stop! So you’re saying if we establish a club, we can legally use that training ground?”

Ian blocked Raktar’s path. Calisia, hiding behind his broad back, stuck out her tongue and made an annoying expression.

“House Rakies teaches language properly it seems! Look how you understand what I’m saying in one go! Yes! You can request that training ground as the club room!”

Raktar, veins bulging in his neck, pointed furiously at Calisia.

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