Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 18

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Riser let out a deep sigh and muttered with a dejected expression.

“Well, that’s because I didn’t know he was Magong-ja at the time. If I had known, I would have been more careful too.”

At this, the guard’s eyes widened as if surprised.

“How strange. He’s not one to hide his identity.”

“Ah, he did tell me, but I didn’t believe him.”

“…Why?”

“Just because. I didn’t find it believable.”

The guard hesitated for a while, not knowing where to start pointing out the issues, then gave up.

‘Let me just do my job.’

Soon, a colleague would come after hearing the sound of the bell he had rung earlier.

When that time came, he would be able to share the frustration and absurdity he was carrying with someone else.

“When does the main incident begin?”

“I was just about to start on that. As I mentioned earlier, I was earnestly offering heartfelt advice when Magong-ja started making groaning sounds.”

“Groaning sounds.”

“Even just listening, they sounded painful. Like ‘Ugh! Uuugh!’ like that.”

The guard scribbled letters in his notebook with a serious expression, concentrating on Riser’s story.

It finally felt like some useful information was starting to come out.

“I was worried and asked what was wrong, and he said his body felt strange, so since I had learned medicine, albeit crudely, I tried to listen to his symptoms…”

“Were you a pharmacist?”

The guard’s eyes looking at Riser became slightly more favorable again.

In any era, medical professionals received good treatment, and since the Demon Sect was a religious group that favored violent means, there were constantly injured people.

“Similar. I’m a poison master.”

“A poison master, was it.”

Disappointment and wariness appeared in the guard’s eyes, which had just become favorable.

Riser felt inwardly sulky.

It was one thing to mistakenly think she was a pharmacist and be pleased, but wasn’t it too much to suddenly change his attitude when he learned she was a poison master?

‘The studies are almost the same!’

Despite their polar opposite reputations, pharmacists and poison masters had many similarities.

Professional medical knowledge, quick and accurate treatment skills, and dealing with human life – in these aspects, the two professions were like twins.

…Though their pursued directions were opposite. But wasn’t that up to the practitioner’s heart?

Theoretically, this meant that poison masters could also use their skills to save people if they put their minds to it.

“Ahem.”

Noticing that Riser’s expression had hardened, the guard coughed awkwardly as if embarrassed.

“Well, in the current situation, a poison master might be more suitable than a pharmacist…”

“It’s fine. It’s not really important anyway. I think the reason the Third Prince became ill was because of the poisonous liquor he drank in Noeok.”

Riser avoided mentioning the Byeokrok-i just in case.

Generally, when problems arose from consuming elixirs and alcohol, it was usually easier to blame the elixir rather than the alcohol.

‘But Byeokrok-i doesn’t have components that would cause such effects.’

Since Riser herself had consumed it, this was reliable information.

But whether the physicians treating Mujin would believe Riser’s words was another matter.

If something happened to Mujin in this situation, Riser would surely… well, she already had a high probability of execution anyway. In any case, she would face great trouble.

“Is that your opinion as a poison master?”

“That’s right. Unfortunately, I didn’t hear how he managed to bring it in.”

“Hm? You don’t need to worry about that. He must have been bored.”

Riser was slightly disappointed by the guard’s reaction, as if it was nothing special.

She had thought it was an equal and stern judicial system that would punish even the Heavenly Emperor’s son without mercy for illegal acts.

“Regardless of how it was brought in, we need to find out what kind of alcohol he drank. His condition worsened right after drinking that liquor.”

“Right. That’s a valid point.”

The guard made notes of the relevant content in his notebook and gestured with his chin as if telling her to continue.

“But suddenly, I couldn’t hear any sound at all. My heart sank. It definitely wasn’t a good sign. Even when I knocked on the wall and called out to him, there was no response.”

“So what did you do?”

“I shouted for help, but…”

Riser swallowed her saliva and continued dramatically in a lowered voice.

“You know that one gak (about 15 minutes) is definitely not a short time in an emergency situation. It was too urgent a situation to just wait quietly.”

The guard didn’t interrupt and just nodded to show he understood.

“I’m also an imprisoned person, so I shouldn’t act rashly, but I couldn’t just pretend not to know when someone was dying before my eyes, could I?”

“I understand, so hurry up and tell me.”

Riser swallowed nervously.

She hoped she had sufficiently conveyed that it was an unavoidable situation, but she wasn’t confident about what she was going to say next.

“…I blew up the wall.”

Thud.

Roll roll roll…

The sound of the brush the guard dropped rolling on the floor sounded unusually loud.

“You, you’re saying you did it?!”

Riser quickly knelt on the floor.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I wasn’t trying to escape!”

“Hah. This is unbelievable. I was certain Magong-ja had broken it.”

Ah.

‘I should have said that.’

Riser belatedly realized there was someone she could have blamed and felt regretful.

That would have even looked more natural.

“But how did you break it? Even though this isn’t a prison for masters, it wasn’t built so weakly that someone without martial arts could easily break it.”

“Actually, I…”

Riser almost carelessly said ‘I carry explosives hidden in my underskirt’ but stopped just in time. Bringing in outside materials while imprisoned was something only someone of Cheonma Bloodline level could be forgiven for.

“…As it turns out, I’m quite good at martial arts.”

“It seems so. Otherwise, you couldn’t have broken the prison. However, I’m curious about what martial arts you learned to show such powerful destructive force.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s my family’s secret martial art.”

“Secret martial art…”

Riser expected the guard to give up cleanly at this point.

It was an unwritten rule of the martial world not to forcibly pry when someone said ‘it’s my family’s secret martial art’ or ‘I cannot speak of my school’s teachings.’

‘When I was a reader, I thought it was too convenient a setting.’

But after actually coming to this world… it made sense.

Anyone who lived by the sword couldn’t avoid making enemies.

The problem was that these enemies multiplied.

If you carefully considered enemies of the school, master’s enemies, and fellow disciples’ enemies, you wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully even for a day.

What if your school had quite a few enemies?

What if you were from a martial world villain background, or produced martial world villains, or conversely, performed such brilliant heroic deeds that just hearing the name made evil sect members grind their teeth?

Disciples would have no choice but to become less talkative.

They might not know if they remained ignorant, but they couldn’t avoid revenge once they knew.

When someone tried to dig into their origins, they would react very sensitively like a hissing cat.

As such cases repeated, perhaps the unwritten rule of not excessively prying into martial arts origins was born.

“I understand. Then I won’t ask further.”

‘Yes!’

In any case, thanks to this unwritten rule, Riser was able to get by smoothly without her secret being discovered.

That’s when it happened.

-The shift change isn’t for a while, so why did you call… Aack! Third Prince!

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