Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 92

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92.

“Everyone, there’s a saying: A fist is closer than the law. Basically, it means practical benefits are what matter.”

Raktar looked at Calisia with an expression that showed he had no idea what nonsense she was spouting.

“A future position? Is there anyone here so lacking in family background and ability that they need to rely on such things? Besides, what would you even do going to the Imperial Palace during vacation? Just read the room.”

Calisia shook her head, bringing up the Imperial Family’s strict regulations.

“And student Balak. When the Empire’s greatest Strong Sword Knight is already at your house, is there really a need to bring in a mentor?”

Balak grinned foolishly at the praise for his father.

“The next 6 years that will unfold! During those 6 years, the most important thing for all of you is coin. And I, Calisia Valus, have a genius talent for earning this coin.”

Calisia used the Academy’s Water Wall as an example. The Dragon’s Sea was a place that held infinite possibilities. Right now it was just shells and pearls, but someday they might discover treasure ships sleeping in the deep sea.

“Leviathan has promised to provide convenience so our club can freely come and go from the sea until the day we graduate. Of course, this is only possible if I become the club president.”

Sensing victory, Calisia put forward several more campaign promises. She promised Balak three protein-rich meals a day, and alcohol to the Drunkard.

“Alright, alright! I think we’ve heard all the candidates’ promises. Now let’s vote and eat!”

Balak, who was getting hungry, clapped his hands and urged them to vote.

“Those voting for student Raktar, raise your hands!”

Izriel, who was rarely enthusiastic, raised both hands and feet. Raktar was so flustered he moved his seat.

“Those voting for student Calisia, raise your hands!”

Ian and Balak raised their hands.

“Thank you! Everyone! I look forward to working with you all!”

Calisia placed her hand on her chest and bowed to her fellow students. It was the first beginning of Helorn’s strongest club.

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The joy of victory was brief as Calisia collapsed from early evening. It was due to the relentless forced march of shell-catching that continued day and night.

-Keep your promise…

-Girl…

Of course, Leviathan’s constant urging since the food incident also played a large part.

“Ugh, mmm.”

Calisia, who had been sleeping like the dead for quite a while, tossed and turned. It was because of a strange tickling sensation rising from her toes.

“Ah, ugh.”

She scratched vigorously at her ankles and calves with her nails. Even in a magical empire, it seemed mosquitoes were unavoidable.

Shaaaak-

Just as she was about to fall asleep again from the overwhelming drowsiness, something with a rough texture crawled over her arms and legs. Then, an unbearably intense itching overwhelmed Calisia.

‘Sleep paralysis.’

She had been scratching her body like a madwoman, but now she gritted her teeth and relaxed the strength in her arms and legs.

‘Yellow Springs life, Yellow Springs material, sun and moon morning, sacred spirit soul, all immortals dwelling…’

Calisia endured the painfully severe itching and recited the Protection Scripture.

‘…I need to take better care of my health.’

Her body had definitely been worn down these past few days. The sudden sleep paralysis was proof of that.

‘Are they gone?’

Calisia, who had been chanting sutras earnestly, slightly opened her eyes. The itching that had tormented her limbs had disappeared without a trace.

Shaaak-

How many seconds had passed? A tickling sensation bloomed from her toes.

‘I’ve been fooled.’

Calisia frowned deeply and slowly lowered her gaze. Since she had been caught by those things, she couldn’t avoid facing them.

-Come here come here we told you to come here come come come come

Calisia cursed inwardly. It was because of the Vengeful Spirits clinging tightly to her legs and rubbing their faces against them.

Shaaak-

Every time the cracked skin like a snake’s shed skin brushed against her legs, unbearable itching arose.

“Ugh!”

Calisia woke up from sleep and frantically scratched her legs while thrashing about. Disgusting aside, the sensation on her skin was too vivid.

“…Don’t tell me that snake-headed bastard?”

Calisia pushed the blanket aside. Her judgment wasn’t clear. Was this really just Leviathan’s mischief?

“This is damn annoying.”

Or was it because of the evil energy she encountered at sea before? Calisia, who had been repeatedly washing her face dry, picked up her hooded cloak. Rather than spending time thinking alone, it would be faster to meet the person in question and resolve it.

“Whoa, ah! You star-tled me!”

Of course, Izriel Hyacinth was not included in that plan.

“Ah, hel-loooo!”

Izriel, leaning against the dormitory building wall, waved both hands.

“What?”

Calisia showed an uncomfortable expression at the unexpected character. It was a busy time with many affairs. Unwelcome obstacles were unwanted. Especially suspicious guys like Izriel were even worse.

“If you wa-alk around with such a gloo-omy aura-. The Cult will co-ome to catch you…”

Izriel giggled while pretending to embrace someone. Calisia sighed and examined his complexion. Judging by his cheeks that were twice as red as usual, he had definitely stolen wine again.

“If you’re drunk, go sleep.”

She passed by Izriel and hurried on her way. She needed to meet Leviathan before the hour of the ox when evil energy grew stronger.

“I said they’re coming to catch you.”

A bony hand grabbed Calisia. Izriel, who had grasped her thin wrist tightly enough to break it, stared at her intently. His eyes were clear without a trace of drunkenness.

“I told you not to listen, so why won’t you obey?”

Izriel tapped his ear and raised his eyebrows. It was a clear threat.

“Stop your drunken rambling here.”

Calisia bit her lips and pulled her body back. It was because of her experience of having her senses blocked once before.

“Keep your promise, young lady-.”

Izriel bent his waist forward.

“You’ve been ignoring what the sea serpent says all this time. Do you want to keep promises now?”

“Did you eavesdrop?”

Calisia let out a small laugh and pushed Izriel’s shoulder back firmly. It was because of the look in his eyes. She didn’t know the exact details, but Izriel was clearly showing hostility toward her right now.

“Or is it because of the magical energy that was in the ocean depths?”

“….”

“Just keep ignoring it from now on.”

“What am I supposed to ignore?”

Calisia removed the hood she had been wearing.

“Whatever it is.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Pitiful and foolish spirit.”

A chillingly stern voice flowed from Izriel’s mouth.

“You think you’ve hidden yourself very well.”

Foolish and foolish again. Izriel clasped his hands behind his back. It was mainly demons that coveted human flesh. Corruption and slaughter—. However, there were also those who dwelt in others’ bodies simply because they missed their past lives. The Calisia he had observed was the latter.

“Even if you eat, sleep, chatter, and laugh among people, you mustn’t forget your circumstances.”

“Stop beating around the bush and speak properly.”

“The Pope will visit Hellorun at Christmas. Leave before then.”

Izriel’s eyes sank deep into an abyss. In the darkness, his father’s white hair fluttered in all directions. It was a shackle he had severed with his own hands but could never escape from.

“I told you not to beat around the bush, but now you’re completely skipping ahead. Speak so I can understand.”

“…Did you think I wouldn’t know what clings to a dead body.”

Izriel awakened from his reverie.

“Why did your speech suddenly become biblical? Well, I’ll let that slide. So you cast a curse using Ancient Sacred Language?”

“If you understood, why do you keep clinging to that body? I gave you several chances to escape.”

Izriel pulled out a small liquor bottle from his chest and downed it in one gulp. The amber strong liquor flowed down his throat and burned his chest hot.

“Why did you give me chances to escape?”

“Because I don’t want to annihilate you with my own hands.”

Izriel, showing a gloomy expression, downed the strong liquor once more. He was sincere.

“But if you keep leaking that energy, I won’t have a choice either.”

A vicious killing intent briefly crossed his clouded gaze.

“This bastard is serious.”

Calisia slowly backed away and ignited her blue flame. She was someone who had stubbornly survived even after being struck by a death curse, stabbed by a sword, and caught in flames. She couldn’t meet her end now at the hands of some psycho priest—no, Apostate.

“Look, even now. The energy is leaking out.”

An inexplicable regret dripped from Izriel’s voice.

“What energy?”

“Sacred power. You were a priest who served a foreign god when you were alive, weren’t you?”

Calisia’s sacred power was different from that of the Hella Religion, but it was tremendously powerful. Powerful enough that any priest would naturally be drawn to it, and even become enchanted by it.

“What does that have to do with you threatening to kill me right now?”

“Nothing for me. But it would be different for the Pope.”

“The Pope?”

Calisia narrowed her eyes. The current Pope was Izriel’s father. But why was he showing such deep contempt?

“People call the Hyacinth Family ‘Hella’s Sword.’ Do you know why?”

“I’m not a follower of the Hella Religion.”

“It’s because the Hyacinth Family has produced Popes for generations. It’s a miraculous thing.”

God’s providence was as capricious and flexible as flowing water. Sometimes He would never answer a believer who prayed for decades, while other times He would show revelations to a passing child.

“God’s grace is neither infinite nor stagnant. But the holy prophets of the Hyacinth Family are different.”

Izriel gulped down the strong liquor. The price of inexhaustible grace was nothing but disgusting and horrific.

“They are thieves who steal God’s providence, and mountain ghosts who devour souls.”

To maintain their reputation as the Papal Family, the Hyacinths killed those with Holy Power and absorbed their strength.

And those black claws reached out indiscriminately, both inside and outside the family.

“The Pope kills people and devours their souls?”

Shocked by the unthinkable words, Calisia roughly ran her hands through her hair. She had only just escaped from the Second Wife’s clutches. But now a Pope who devoured people? Things were moving far too quickly.

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