I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 88



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#88 Ghosts love to play pranks (1)

“Ugh!”

“Beer while working is the best!”

“Human! Would you like a drink too?”

It seemed common for dwarves to drink alcohol while working.

Because there was a large barrel placed outside the building.

That too, a magical beer keg.

“When you think of dwarves, you think of beer. When you think of beer, you think of dwarves. Drink this quickly!”

“If you were a dwarf, weren’t you a blacksmith?”

Before I knew it, a glass of beer was handed to me.

A weight so heavy that it must be held with both hands.

The scent that tickled my nose was unusual.

As I brought the glass to my lips, I couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

“….!”

A refreshing feeling that pierces through your heart.

The heat from the blacksmith shop and the coolness of the beer were a wonderful combination.

“Are you done? Unlike the other guys, you know how to taste beer.”

“You want me to make a bowl for you?”

“We need many other things besides that.”

A dwarf who was gulping down beer approached me.

It was a dwarf who had been contacted directly by the inspiration.

“What is it for?”

“Um… I’m going to use it to worship God.”

“Let’s listen to the shape little by little, and give me a hand.”

“Your hand?”

Dwarves don’t even look at palms, so why do they ask for hands?

I do remember seeing your hands working on making a custom weapon.

But it has nothing to do with me.

As I held out my right hand, the dwarf began to look at it carefully.

“Have you ever held a bow?”

“I don’t use it these days.”

“It looks like they also made things like traps.”

I guess he’s a dwarf after all.

I was able to understand the feelings of the people who were reading my fortunes.

To think that you could do something like that with just one hand.

“Clench your fist.”

The dwarf, who had been carefully examining my fist, opened his mouth again.

“Hmm, what on earth do you do?”

“yes?”

“You can tell a lot just by looking at your hands.”

In fact, there are many things you can know just by looking at your hands.

Because a person’s life is contained in his or her palms.

“You don’t have a single wound, considering you fought the undead. Your hands don’t hold a sword or a spear.”

Swish –

My fist unclenched as the dwarf moved his hand.

“I guess this is how you usually catch things.”

That was exactly right.

It was the perfect hand shape to put in a drop.

To know even this, you must be a braver species than I thought.

“Is that the rumored drop on your waist?”

It was an unknown look.

A look that is either curious or not.

The dwarf’s eyes were carefully examining my waist.

“Wow, there’s something like this.”

“yes?”

How can you know something without even touching it or seeing it with your own eyes?

“It looks just like a mineral.”

“Mineral?”

“It means that it wasn’t created by someone else’s hand, but was there from the beginning.”

Remember –

My mouth opened naturally.

I never thought that a day would come when I, a shaman, would have such an experience.

The dwarf’s words were correct.

Because this drop was suddenly in my hand.

“It’s not even made, but it has such a delicate appearance, hmm…”

Before I knew it, the dwarves had come closer and surrounded me.

“It would be difficult to make something similar.”

“That’s right. It’s a complicated thing, despite its appearance.”

“It looks like it weighs nothing for its size.”

Suddenly, the dwarves who were debating turned their eyes toward me.

“You asked me to make you a bowl?”

“yes.”

“I’ll make you into great guys. I’ll take you to where you live. Describe the shape.”

Shapes you can’t see here.

Even though I explained the appearance of the dwarves with gestures, the dwarves understood it perfectly.

“Does it feel more like you’re just putting together a form rather than actually writing it?”

“But it would be nice if I could use it.”

“Let’s make it to fit his hand.”

There was no room to join the conversation.

Because the content flowed so quickly.

“I hear that appearance and formality are important. Is that right?”

“That’s correct!”

I’ve only described its appearance, but I haven’t even explained its purpose yet.

But the dwarves knew what it was used for just by looking at it.

“Isn’t enchantment necessary?”

“Do you really need to go that far…”

“Okay, I’ll make it happen as soon as possible. No need for maintenance. Instead!”

“….?”

“Will you be able to see that drop the day you take the bowl?”

That won’t be a problem.

I knew my drops weren’t ordinary, but I didn’t expect the dwarves to be this interested.

For me, I rather welcomed it.

Because you might find out secrets that I don’t even know about.

Just as I was about to answer, all the dwarves began to disperse.

“I’m going to try making something new.”

“I think we should also consider what the food will look like when it’s served.”

“It’s not very practical. Let’s start by solving this part.”

Their attention was already focused on the things they were going to make.

A race obsessed with creation and art.

It was a typical appearance of a race that holds a hammer as soon as it is born.

“What happened?”

“Bow! Lower?”

“It’s not Grandfather… Are you really Grandfather? I didn’t even ask his name.”

The voice of Lord Randolph, who had been standing quietly nearby, was heard.

“The one who touched the hand is called Dzant. The rest of the names were not given to us.”

“hmm…”

“If you’re done, I’ll take you outside.”

“Oh, yes.”

Luna, who was on the back, cried out excitedly, struggling.

“peel?”

“Do you know what that is?”

“Aww!”

Luna is quick-witted, perhaps because she resembles me.

Perhaps he realized right away that it was a good thing for him.

Because it was rare for me to be urged on.

“Now let’s go see Luna.”

“peel!”

***

A quiet mountain.

It was in front of the new church that Chris had prepared.

There, wizards were gathered together and looking somewhere.

“I saw it clearly. Things moved by themselves!”

“Are you sure what you saw was correct?”

“Be quiet. What are you going to do if the soul doesn’t respond?”

The noisy wizards suddenly became quiet.

Because it was important to them.

Phenomena that occur without mana.

Something unprecedented was unfolding before their eyes.

“….”

“…..”

At that moment, there was a long silence.

Something strange happened on the table in the yard.

A piece of fruit that had been lying still rolled to the floor.

“Ugh…!”

“I, really…!”

No one’s hand touched it.

But Mana didn’t move.

What had just happened was a whole new world to the wizards.

This could be the birth of a new discipline.

“Huh.”

“Lord Clocell?”

“I’ve heard a lot of things from that friend Chris I’ve been hanging out with.”

Clocell spoke in a deep voice and looked straight at the table.

“They say the soul exists in many forms.”

“Hoo…!”

“They say there are many spirits around this shrine in particular.”

Chris definitely said that.

It is said that the shrine is frequently visited by spirits and evil spirits from the cemetery.

They said there are also evil spirits that live together.

“I think the name was… Head.”

“Are you saying that the soul’s name is Head?”

“Chris said it was a name he gave me. He said it resembled a Dullahan.”

“That can’t be…!”

The murmur spread.

Because the very fact that the human soul took the form of a Dullahan was a mysterious thing.

“I hear that spirits that hold a lot of grudges or are of a high rank have a certain amount of power.”

“Then what happened just now…?”

“I heard earlier that this place is full of yin energy, making it a good place for spirits to exert their power.”

Groan groan –

“I think that the phenomenon just now was also created by the spirit called the head.”

“As expected, it’s you, Clocell!”

It was nothing special to Chris, but it was a new world to them.

Because no one had knowledge about this.

“I didn’t know because no one has seen spirits until now. It seems like this phenomenon only happens here.”

“What Clocell said is correct.”

As the praise poured in, Clocell raised his hand and silenced the wizards.

“Well, I think I’ll try to communicate with that spirit that’s my head.”

“….!!!”

“….!”

“Everyone, please be quiet.”

Clocell approached the table and picked up the fallen fruit.

Fruit placed at the end of the table.

Clocell’s deep voice spread through the air.

“Your Majesty, can you hear me?”

“….”

“….”

“I’m sorry I don’t know your name and am calling you this way.”

“….”

Clocell joined the ranks of wizards with careful steps.

Clocell, who had been looking around, opened his mouth again.

“If you can hear me, would you please move the fruit like you did just now?”

A small sound echoed from the quiet table.

Bam –

The fruit that had been placed upright was shaking.

“I… really!”

“The soul has responded!”

“Write it down quickly!”

The wizard, who was busily writing something down on a piece of paper, shuddered.

“Wow, someone just touched my hand!”

“Come here right now.”

He was taken by the senior magicians and sat down at the table.

The wizards stood in a circle around him, as he placed paper and pen on the table.

“If the soul can touch, can’t we communicate simply through these?”

“Good idea.”

“Let’s try that.”

Finally, Clocell opened his mouth again.

“Your Majesty, are you sure you’re here?”

The wizard sitting at the table immediately took a deep breath.

“Huh…!”

He felt something in his hand.

Something that taps the end of a pen.

I moved the pen following that feeling and what was drawn was a small circle.

“I, I want to feel it too!”

“me too!”

The wizards gathered their hands around the pen.

A great number of hands gathered in one place.

“…Your Majesty! Is what you answered correct?”

Bam –

“….!!”

Bam –

“Huh…!”

As expected, the circle is drawn small.

And there was one person watching them with his mouth open.

It was Chris who returned from the village.

“This is fucking crazy, this is fucking crazy.”

“Are you here?”

Chris’s words, lost in thought, disappeared into thin air.

“I can see the whole Clone Saba from here.”