Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 94

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94.

“Geez! You scared me! Hey! How did you get in here?”

Calisia’s eyes widened in shock. Ian was one thing since she always dragged him in herself, but Izriel was different.

“It’s too elaborate to be an illusion…”

Izriel raised an eyebrow as he touched various parts of the kitchen. Setting aside the unique style, the craftsmanship was incredibly intricate.

“No, this isn’t an illusion.”

“I’m asking how you got in here!”

“It’s like a world created by demons.”

“Hey!”

“I got sucked in. Just like you.”

Calisia roughly tousled her hair as if she had developed a headache. Even if his intentions were supposedly good, this was the guy who had tried to kill her without warning. In other words, he wasn’t exactly sane.

‘But why did Izriel suddenly get sucked in? Don’t tell me he’s needed for this Spirit Communication?’

Calisia looked at Izriel with a complicated expression. There was always a reason behind the General’s arrangements, whatever they might be. Of course, whether it would be a blessing or a curse remained to be seen.

“First of all, this place is called the Demon Realm. It’s like being inside a book. There’s only one way to escape. Complete the story…”

“Complete the story. We each have our assigned roles. It’s similar to demonic methods.”

“Ha. This is why working with shamans…”

Is so convenient. Calisia’s lips curved upward. Though the power struggles could be tiresome at times.

“But what’s my role?”

Izriel looked down at himself. With all sorts of unknown objects hanging from his body, he looked like a porter or servant.

“Judging by the drum, ritual implements, and all that baggage, you seem to be my Divine Disciple.”

“Divine Disciple?”

“Assistant priest.”

“Then these must be sacred relics. What’s this? A musical instrument?”

Izriel tapped the drum with his finger. He felt a heavy vibration along with a strange spiritual energy.

“Among the religious order’s sacred relics, there’s something called the Bell of Lumen…”

-It’s unfair! So unfair! What wrong did I do to bring about the Frozen Land!

Before Izriel could finish speaking, a clear voice echoed through the kitchen. It was a blackout.

***

“Huh, ugh!”

The two opened their eyes wide. Filling their vision was a massive Sacred Village Tree. It was the sacred tree that protected the village.

“Looking at your face, it seems the Tree Spirit’s Frozen Land is indeed real. That’s the village’s Sacred Village Tree.”

The Clerk clicked his tongue, saying this had become quite a headache. They had held grand ceremonies because the Tree Spirit was angry, and called upon renowned shamans to pray, but nothing had changed.

“Who says that’s a Sacred Village Tree?”

A deep blue light blazed in Calisia’s eyes. At first, she had wondered why five-colored cloth was hung on a Sacred Village Tree instead of a guardian tree.

-Hehehehecome here and hang yourself together the branch will snap and your tongue will stretch out long hehehehe

Souls drooped from the tree like long cloth, swaying in the wind. A man with broken bones protruding and covered in blood, a woman pale as death with her tongue hanging down to her feet, and even a ghost with yellow pus flowing from all over its body. It was too horrific to look at with open eyes.

“What do you mean? How can it not be the Sacred Village Tree?”

“That’s not a Sacred Tree, it’s a Ghost Tree.”

“Ghost Tree?”

“Ghost, spirits are, in the, void they, dwell, dwelling…!”

Izriel, who had rested his chin on the Clerk’s shoulder, whispered in an ominous voice.

“Hueeeek! What is this! What are you doing!”

The startled Clerk pointed accusingly at Izriel.

“I apologize. He’s my disciple, but he’s suffering from a severe Divine Illness and his mind comes and goes.”

Calisia stepped in to handle the situation, smacking Izriel’s back repeatedly.

“Careful! Please be careful! Good grief…”

The Clerk rubbed his ear vigorously. The village was already in chaos from the Frozen Land. His liver, already small as a bean, had long since shriveled up and disappeared.

“Anyway, since they’ve been offering sacrifices and prayers to something that isn’t even a god, it must be delighted and running wild.”

“But tell me… is that really a Tree Ghost? Not a Tree Spirit?”

The Clerk asked with a subtly probing tone.

“Yes.”

At Calisia’s firm answer, the Clerk bit his lip. After a moment, he poured out various questions – whether a Tree Spirit becomes a Tree Ghost when angered, whether evil spirits could also bring down Frozen Land and divine punishment.

“A god doesn’t turn into an evil spirit just because it’s angry. And that thing doesn’t seem like it was ever a Tree Spirit to begin with.”

“I see… so that’s how it is.”

The Clerk stroked his beard with pale fingertips. Watching him, Calisia narrowed her eyes.

‘That’s exactly the same expression the County Governor had when he tried to force through a local festival despite knowing full well there was a water ghost.’

No matter how she thought about it, the Clerk’s behavior was suspicious.

“But does it have to be Tree Spirit Frozen Land?”

“Uh, what? What do you mean?”

The Clerk, whose mind had been elsewhere, made a confused sound and turned his head.

“Well, you’re speaking like someone who really wants it to be Tree Spirit Frozen Land.”

“…How could that be? It’s just that everyone who came before said it was Tree Spirit Frozen Land, so I was asking.”

“Oh, is that so? But what do the other Shamans say? If there’s Frozen Land, there must be a reason.”

“They said it was because our devotion was lacking.”

Calisia nodded. It was a common occurrence. One of the most common reasons for divine anger was neglecting one’s devotion.

“I’ll take a closer look at the Sacred Village Tree first. It might really be a Tree Spirit.”

“Didn’t you just say it was a Tree Ghost?”

“Well… I might have been mistaken. A Tree Ghost might have driven out a Tree Spirit whose power had weakened.”

The Clerk, whose expression had brightened considerably, pushed Calisia’s back, telling her to look all she wanted.

‘Tree Spirit my foot.’

Calisia forced a smile and headed toward the Sacred Village Tree with Izriel.

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“This isn’t a god.”

Izriel knelt on one knee in front of the Sacred Village Tree. Of course, there were cases where corrupted Holy Relics became filled with Demonic Energy and turned into monsters. Like an upside-down Cross.

“I know. There was never a god dwelling here in the first place.”

Calisia answered while caressing the tree roots exposed above the ground.

“What I’m curious about is how all those shamans came to mistake this for a tree spirit.”

The roots contained the source and memories of a life. What she wanted to know must surely be here.

“My disciple.”

Calisia sent a meaningful look. It was because of the obstructions hanging from the tree.

“Valus has no conscience. Are you going to make me work?”

Izriel, who understood perfectly, frowned.

“If we get trapped here anyway, it’s your loss.”

“Pay me with Valentio 170-year vintage.”

“Who’s the one without conscience? Just a few minutes of guard duty and twenty years get added. Twenty years.”

Grumbling, Calisia placed her hand on the tree roots again. Closing her eyes, she began to concentrate on the energy flowing around her fingertips. If her thoughts were correct, Izriel should be able to use sacred power even inside the Demon Realm. Though she wasn’t sure to what extent it would be permitted.

‘I’m certain he used sacred power to examine the surroundings when we were in the kitchen.’

Moreover, everyone had their usefulness inside the Demon Realm. And a priest’s usefulness was obvious, wasn’t it?

“Pantocar tor heilo-.”

[O almighty Hellaisi.]

Izriel placed his hand on his chest and recited the Ancient Sacred Language. He was asking for protection so that the souls couldn’t interfere with Calisia.

“Annosious pseio r emnos hyurasios.”

[Protect this lamb from evil spirits.]

Izriel’s eyes glowed brightly with silver light, and simultaneously Calisia’s vision was stained red.

Clang! Clang!

The sound of clashing blades struck her ears. Drum sounds, small gong sounds, janggu sounds… Calisia writhed at the sensation that felt like her eardrums would burst.

“Heave-ho! Drive the chisel down to the east!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Along with a rough voice, the sound of something being hammered down was heard. Then terrible pain struck her right arm.

Skin was pierced and bone was crushed instantly.

“Drive the chisel down to the west!”

Her left arm, also pierced by something thick and sharp, broke and dangled.

“Drive the chisel down to the south!”

Her leg snapped and shattered kneecap fragments tore through the skin.

“Drive the chisel down to the north!”

Finally, her skull cracked. Hot blood water flowed down around her eyes. Through the red-stained vision, she could see four large nails driven into the roots. That damned shaman bastard had tried to harm the tree spirit by severing the tree’s spirit vein.

But…

There’s no tree spirit here. Calisia’s lips twitched up and down.

-Kekekekekekekekekekekekekekekeke

She couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter. Blood clots pooled between her blackened, rotten teeth.

“Cough, ugh!”

Calisia, ejected from the tree ghost’s memory, poured out a nosebleed. The shamans who had visited before hadn’t been trying to appease the tree spirit. They had been trying to kill it.

“Wh-what are you doing!”

The clerk shouted loudly from far away.

“….”

Calisia roughly wiped away her nosebleed and strode toward the clerk.

“Why, why are you doing this?”

The frightened clerk hesitated and stepped back.

“…You’re right. It’s a Tree Spirit.”

They had sealed the Tree Ghost with their own hands and severed the divine spiritual energy to create an evil spirit—. If that could be called a Tree Spirit, then it was indeed one.

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