Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 95

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95.

The lodging that Clerk had prepared was a small room attached to the village government office. Calisia lay on the floor covered with ondol floor stones and organized her thoughts.

“First of all, it’s certain that there’s a divine spirit in the village…”

“Why are you so sure?”

Izriel, who had been pressing his body against the warm ondol heating, turned his head.

“Because of the divine energy that was suppressing the Tree Ghost.”

This was exactly why the shamans who visited the village mistook the Tree Ghost for a god.

“What’s the probability that the god has left?”

“It exists but it’s unlikely. First of all, the frozen land appeared. Besides, from what I saw, that Tree Ghost guy seems to be hiding for some reason.”

Clerk is definitely hiding something, so I can’t rashly ask either. Calisia banged her head against the floor repeatedly. Her chest tightened with frustration.

“What on earth did the humans do that made them try to kill what they thought was a Tree Spirit?”

Calisia let out a big sigh. From how things were going, it seemed they had failed to harm the Tree Spirit and were now trying to appease it.

“But Valus. Why don’t you ask your god? If your abilities don’t reach, offer a prayer to seek an answer. I may be an Apostate, but you don’t seem to be anything like that.”

“Ask my god?”

“Your god might give you an answer.”

“…Now that you mention it, that’s true.”

Calisia raised her body from the floor. It was a valid point. Instead of going back and forth, wouldn’t it be better to ask the very one who brought down the frozen land?

A moment later-.

“Blow properly.”

Calisia clicked her tongue as she watched Izriel lighting the fire in the furnace.

“Cough, ack! Ahem, ahem! You do it then.”

Izriel waved his hands at the ash powder flying in all directions.

“Master has her own work to do.”

Calisia patted her disciple’s shoulder and poured a bowl of water into the cauldron. Then she floated a rice bowl on top of the water.

“From now on, be careful not to let the fire go out.”

Calisia picked up a kitchen knife. Divine Frost Tail Catching. It was a protective art to confirm what caused the frozen land.

Clank! Clank! Clank! Clank!

“Frozen land! Frozen land! Frozen land!”

As Calisia raised her voice, the water surface trembled.

“Is it Tree Spirit’s divine frost that handles wood! Is it Earth Spirit’s divine frost that moves soil!”

The sound of the blade striking iron echoed through the kitchen.

“Has Tree Spirit’s frozen land come! If it’s Tree Spirit’s frozen land, sink right in!”

“Has Earth Spirit’s frozen land come! If it’s Earth Spirit’s frozen land, sink right in!”

“Has Stone Spirit’s frozen land come! If it’s Stone Spirit’s frozen land, sink right in!”

Muddy water gradually filled the empty bowl.

“The divine spirit dwelling in the rocks has become angry.”

Having obtained her answer, Calisia put down the kitchen knife.

***

“Haam-.”

Calisia, who had been dragged out by the Clerk since the dawn breeze, wrote characters on yellow paper. It was due to the Magistrate’s order to make talismans and stick them throughout the government office.

“Are you drawing it properly?”

The Clerk fidgeted anxiously as he watched the brush moving carelessly with swoosh- swoosh-. Weren’t talismans originally supposed to be written with care, stroke by stroke?

“Yes, yes. I’m quite skilled at this.”

Calisia replied without even looking at the Clerk.

“Hey! Hey! Wake up!”

She woke Izriel, who was leaning against the main beam and dozing off.

“Why, why did you wake me up? I can also sleep, can’t I…”

He spoke resentfully, having been dragged out without understanding why.

“Alone? What an arrogant fellow! How can a disciple lie down and sleep when his master is working!”

Calisia scolded him for no particular reason.

“I don’t even know anything about it.”

“Then at least pray or something.”

“What kind of prayer would an Apostate…”

“This guy only acts like an Apostate when it suits him.”

Calisia rolled her eyes. Izriel was an Apostate in name only, unmistakably a priest. What was annoying was that despite abandoning his duties, his power remained abundant.

“Are you finished? Can’t you hurry up a bit more?”

The Clerk, who had been watching the two, suddenly interjected into their conversation.

“Earlier you said I lacked sincerity for drawing quickly. Now you’re urging me again. Good grief. Which tune am I supposed to dance to?”

Calisia slowly got up from her seat.

“Let’s go to the Magistrate’s quarters first!”

The Clerk, who had been stamping his feet impatiently, quickly led the way.

“Ugh!”

Calisia and Izriel, standing in front of the Magistrate’s quarters, covered their noses. It was due to the terrible ghost scent. Even the several government soldiers standing guard at the door reeked of a nauseating fishy smell.

“It’s snakes.”

Izriel, observing the Clerk’s behavior, whispered to Calisia. Snakes were minions commonly used by demons. He couldn’t be mistaken.

“I know. But it’s the middle of winter in the frozen land, so why is there such a strong snake smell?”

What was strange was that despite the fishy smell being so overwhelming, not a single snake was visible. With this intensity, the government office should be crawling with snakes.

“What are you doing! Come quickly!”

Unable to resist the Clerk’s urging, Calisia moved her feet.

***

“Please let me see the Magistrate!”

Calisia, who was sticking talismans throughout the government office, turned her head. A man in worn and tattered cloth garments was clinging to the government soldiers, pleading.

“Who is that person?”

“That, that! That bastard again!”

The Clerk’s face turned pale blue, then quickly reddened with anger. The fuming Clerk walked toward the man almost at a run.

“You’re not someone that a lowly bastard like him can just demand to see!”

Smack! Smack!

The Clerk, who had rolled up both sleeves, struck the man’s cheeks hard.

“Please! Please just once!”

The man with his cheeks completely swollen pitifully grabbed at the Clerk’s clothes.

“This bastard still hasn’t come to his senses!”

The Clerk struck the man’s head three or four times.

“If you cause a disturbance one more time, it won’t end with just this!”

The man who had been thoroughly beaten was seized by the guards and dragged away.

“…Ah. Don’t mind it. Some lowlife was stubbornly insisting on seeing the Magistrate.”

Only then noticing Calisia’s gaze, the Clerk added words as if trying to smooth over the situation.

“Well, not just anyone can meet the Magistrate.”

“That’s exactly what I mean! How dare a lowly bastard like him!”

At Calisia taking his side, the Clerk’s expression immediately relaxed.

“But would it be alright if I went out to the market for a moment? There are things I need to buy. And I should also check on the Sacred Village Tree while I’m at it.”

Listening to his chatter, Calisia looked outside the main gate. She was somehow concerned about that man. Especially the hostility and killing intent the Clerk had shown toward him.

“The market, you say? Let’s see. It looks like the talismans are mostly all attached… Go ahead and come back. Just don’t wander around too late.”

A little later, Calisia and Izriel, who had come out to the market, looked around searching for the man. Among the chaotically tangled stalls, they could see a particularly hunched back.

“Elder Brother… Where on earth are you?”

The two quietly followed behind the dazed man. He entered a shabby thatched house at the edge of the village.

“Elder Brother…”

The man, looking half-dead, collapsed onto the dirt floor. Tears poured down from his frustration. This was already the tenth or so time he had gone to the government office to look for his elder brother who had disappeared from prison. And each time he had been beaten and driven away.

-Why are you looking for your elder brother here!

With his simple mind, he couldn’t understand it at all. Had his elder brother who was imprisoned sunk into the ground or risen to heaven?

“Excuse me.”

Just then, a small hand gently touched the man’s shoulder.

“Sob…! Who, who are you?”

The man with tears wetting both cheeks barely swallowed his sobs.

“We saw you at the government office earlier, don’t you remember?”

It was a woman with her hair in a bun and a handsome man with long flowing hair.

“Yes, yes! You were with the Clerk, weren’t you?”

The man recalled the figures who had been standing behind the Clerk, staring intently at him.

“If you don’t mind, could we know why you want to see the Magistrate?”

“Ah… Yes, yes.”

At the voice that strangely carried dignity, the man unconsciously nodded his head.

“We were truly loving brothers when we were young. Until my elder brother fell into gambling, that is.”

The man who introduced himself as Manseok had a brother named Cheonseok. One day, Cheonseok, who had been frequenting gambling dens, got caught up in a dispute. Naturally, government soldiers came rushing in and the man was imprisoned.

“But you see, no matter how many days passed, my elder brother didn’t return. It was truly strange. No one had been seriously injured or killed, yet they were keeping someone locked up for so long.”

Days passed helplessly with only anxiety building up. Finally, unable to bear his worry, Manseok headed straight to the government office, asking how long they were going to keep someone in prison.

-Choi Cheonseok? There’s no such bastard in the prison.

But the response that came back was truly shocking.

“I saw with my own two eyes Elder Brother being taken away, so how could I believe those words! Something terrible must have happened!”

Manseok struck his chest as he poured out his grief. He desperately hoped that someone, anyone, would recognize the injustice done to him and his elder brother.

“….”

Calisia pressed her temple firmly as she fell into thought. There was no reason for the Government Office to scheme against a poor gambler. But that made everything even more suspicious. The Clerk’s attitude especially bothered her. From the perspective of someone who received a Government Salary, Manseok was certainly a troublesome existence. But whether it was enough to reveal Killing Intent—that wasn’t the case.

“So you think Elder Brother was killed at the hands of the Magistrate or the Clerk?”

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