Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 36
—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————
Riser’s eyes and mouth gaped wide open. And thinking ‘surely not,’ she hurriedly unrolled another scroll, only to find the situation was similar there too.
【Demonic Ritual Practice】, 【Understanding the Demon Sect and Demonic Arts】, 【Introduction to Demonic Energy Control – To Dominate or Be Dominated】, 【The Mysteries of Defying Heaven – Beginner’s Guide】…
“You organized all of this? Even including practice questions?”
“I didn’t know what lectures you’d be taking…”
Riser couldn’t hide her bewilderment.
This wasn’t even a case of ‘I didn’t know what you’d like so I prepared everything.’
What kind of thoughts must one have in daily life to come up with the idea ‘Riser’s been busy lately, so I should attend all the lectures for her and make study guides’?
“Wait. But you didn’t attend the class that Miss Moyong took today.”
“I didn’t need to. I looked at the syllabus and it wasn’t much.”
Then she rummaged around and pulled out yet another scroll from somewhere.
Without even opening it, Riser could guess its contents. It would be a summary of the 【Understanding Bedroom Arts and Conception Through the Harmony of Yin-Yang and Five Elements】 class.
‘She made exam preparation materials good enough to finish test prep just by looking at the syllabus?’
Riser began to find Jegal Lin frightening.
【”Anyone can see that Jegal Lin is the expert when it comes to studying.”】
Moyong Hye’s words suddenly came to mind, and it was the moment she finally understood their true meaning.
“You… it wasn’t very difficult for you, was it?”
At that, Jegal Lin’s eyes widened as she made an expression that said ‘what a strange question to ask,’ then readily nodded her head.
‘She was a genius.’
Riser thought she understood why Jegal Lin had no friends when she was young.
Because their levels were too different. Because they couldn’t share the same difficulties at all.
Moyong Hye’s words about how she had ostracized others rather than being ostracized herself finally made complete sense now.
‘She definitely spoke in a confusing way on purpose.’
It meant she hadn’t been ostracized from the group, but had ostracized others with her learning speed.
“Did I do something wrong again?”
Seeing Jegal Lin’s anxious gaze, Riser slowly but firmly shook her head.
Then she offered the words Jegal Lin had been waiting for most – the one phrase that would instantly put her mind at ease.
“Thank you, Lin. Thanks to you, I’m saved.”
“…! Not at all!”
Jegal Lin honestly showed her relief and smiled brightly.
The hours of diligent organizing had been worthwhile!
Jegal Lin savored the simple joy of Riser calling her ‘Lin’ again.
“But, Lin.”
Riser spoke with a slightly troubled expression.
“I’m grateful you organized everything. But you know I can’t take all these lectures, right?”
“Why?”
“Uh… why?”
“Yeah. Why? I organized everything for you.”
Jegal Lin looked up at Riser with an expression of complete incomprehension.
“Well, that’s… why indeed.”
Faced with this cruelly innocent question, Riser couldn’t bring herself to say ‘taking all subjects would be insane, so I can’t do it.’
“Hehe! Riser, really!”
Jegal Lin giggled as if she’d heard an amusing joke.
The scrolls filling the floor seemed to prophesy that Riser’s future would be as dark as ink.
* * *
“Cheonmu Seong, I need some wound medicine.”
“Where did you get hurt this time?”
Museong let out a deep sigh first.
These damn brothers would constantly get torn up here and broken there, then naturally extend their hands to Yakwang-jeon as if it were expected.
“If you get excited about achieving Ilhwa-chwi-jeong and charge into just anywhere, you’ll get seriously hurt.”
The ones who got injured most frequently were 2nd Prince Cheonmu Kang and 3rd Prince Cheonmu Jin, with Mujin slightly ahead recently.
“I know, I know.”
Mujin answered halfheartedly while slapping wound medicine onto his cut.
Someone who normally didn’t care about ordinary scratches asking for wound medicine – when he looked, the injured area was his face.
“Turn your head. You didn’t apply enough on the side.”
“Oh, thanks.”
Museong pretended to give in and carefully applied the ointment.
Born with features so refined he could pass for a courtesan’s brother, yet he used them so roughly. It was pitiful to watch.
“Lady Soyeon will lament that she gave birth to such a handsome son for nothing.”
“I just heard that lecture before coming here. She never fails to scold me like she’s watering flowers.”
“You need to be more filial, brother.”
“I already heard that from sister Yakseol.”
Despite everyone constantly nagging him, Mujin’s behavior never changed.
Museong thought this rascal brother should definitely meet his match someday and get his habits thoroughly corrected.
“…? What’s with that insolent expression?”
“I guess it’s because I’m thinking thoughts I don’t have the courage to voice out loud.”
“This kid. Making it hard to get angry.”
Though Mujin grumbled, he seemed to judge it wasn’t worth beating him up over and left Museong alone. Museong inwardly thought ‘Oh? I can get away with this much?’ and made note of the limit where Mujin wouldn’t get angry.
“But why did you go see sister Yakseol?”
“Looking for her.”
“Ah, her.”
“You know who?”
“No. I don’t know but I wasn’t interested so I just pretended to know. Who is it? Ow!”
Museong finally got smacked on the head.
Though he was usually the renowned Hwahwa Prince and the dignified vice-master of Yakwang-jeon who worked hard to maintain his dignity, when bickering with his only same-age brother, he had to get hit at least once before he’d stop being cheeky.
“Her, I said. Her. My cellmate who helped me in Noeok.”
“Ah, the righteous young lady. Sister Yakseol knows her too?”
Museong nodded while recalling Riser’s face.
She was a young lady who strangely got involved with the Cheonma bloodline often. After Cheonmu Jin, Cheonmu Seong, and Cheonmu Kang, now she had connections with Cheonyang Seol too.
“I don’t know. I don’t really care anymore either.”
“Did you find her?”
“I didn’t find her, but I’m just going to stop looking.”
At his indifferent reply, Museong made an expression of disbelief.
‘Can a person be that shameless and ungrateful?
No matter how notorious he was as a rascal, ignoring a life-saving debt – was that something a human would do?
She hadn’t just saved his life, but was a benefactor among benefactors who had pushed him to at least dip his toes into the extreme demonic realm, the dream for any demon practitioner.
How could he sleep soundly without repaying such a benefactor?
“Ahem. I looked as much as I could. But what can I do if she’s not there?”
This time Mujin immediately caught on to what Museong was thinking. It was easier to tell because his own conscience was pricking him too.
“Eh. I don’t think that’s right.”
“You don’t know because you haven’t tried. I went around asking everywhere.”
“But why couldn’t you find her? I was just sitting still and she came to Yakwang-jeon on her own.”
“Huh?”
Mujin’s blue eyes widened as he made a dumbfounded expression.
“What do you mean? That she came to Yakwang-jeon?”
Seeing that look, he suddenly felt absurd.
‘With that face, how does he manage to be unpopular?’
Even though he had contorted it greatly, Mujin’s features remained intact.
Even knowing he had no thoughts in his head, those deep blue eyes made him look melancholy.
‘And now his martial arts are the best among the brothers too.’
Despite spending all his time playing around. To achieve such accomplishments purely through luck.
Suddenly, Museong was seized by a strong conviction that the world was too unfair and that Mujin deserved to suffer much greater pain.
“I mean it literally.”
Museong stood at an angle, crossed his arms, and began provoking Mujin in earnest.
“She came. The righteous young lady came right here, to Yakwang-jeon.”
—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
