Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 53

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It wasn’t like I had only read one or two martial arts novels. The concept of intent itself wasn’t particularly unfamiliar.

 

Usually, when the protagonist becomes strong enough to cut down all the enemies they met in the early stages, for power inflation adjustment, they’re bound to get beaten up by the next enemy they meet until they’re almost dead, and the concept that often appears as a second awakening goal at that time is intent, isn’t it.

 

‘But I can’t answer like this.’

 

Riser decided to give a reasonably plausible answer based on years of reading experience.

 

“Intent is exerting physical influence through intangible will, isn’t it?”

 

Then Pachen Gwon made a sad expression.

 

“That’s too bleak to be called a martial artist’s expression.”

 

“Is that important…?”

 

Who would have thought I’d receive criticism from a literary perspective.

 

Pachen Gwon seemed to have unexpectedly sensitive sensibilities despite his appearance.

 

“Still, it was a more excellent answer than I expected. As befitting my direct disciple.”

 

“Huh? Who?”

 

It seemed like something I couldn’t just let slide had passed by.

 

Dang-aeng-

 

“Is it already 3-5 AM? Time really flies.”

 

Pachen Gwon seemed regretful but appeared to have no intention of exceeding the set training time as he immediately got up.

 

“Today’s teaching ends here. Ah-hem. You can’t leave yet.”

 

Then he used aerial object manipulation to bring the book that had been placed against the tree trunk into his grasp and took out a brush.

 

“Though it’s late, I’ll take attendance. Mudang Sect Song Ha, are you here?”

 

“Yes, Fist King!”

 

Song Ha, the girl from the Mudang Sect who had neatly tied up her hair today as well, raised her hand high.

 

‘It might just be my imagination, but…’

 

Isn’t he the most sincere and kind among all the teachers I’ve seen so far?

 

“Sando Akga Ak Yeonbi. Are you here?”

 

“Yes sir!”

 

“Nok-rim Sibpal-chae Kim Minji.”

 

“I’m here.”

 

Pachen Gwon called out everyone’s name without missing a single person.

 

Even Sangwan Baek just glanced over with his eyes and moved on.

 

“Botamun Sect Baek Mu.”

 

“Yes. Master.”

 

Pachen Gwon’s eyebrows twitched and a smile appeared on his lips.

 

He was pleased by the enthusiasm of quickly claiming to be a disciple as soon as talent was recognized.

 

“You just try slacking off. I’ve memorized your face and name perfectly, so know that you’re in big trouble now.”

 

“I will devote myself to training.”

 

“Excellent. Do that then. Next is… Namgung Seulgyon!”

 

“Ah, it’s not Seulgyon!”

 

“Woof! You should go. Woof woof!”

 

Pachen Gwon continued taking attendance while chuckling.

 

‘He’s like a PE teacher who grumbles but plays along well with jokes.’

 

After retiring from being one of the Sadaecheonwang, it would suit him to spend his time teaching kids.

 

If I get the chance later, maybe I should buy him some colored glasses. He’d probably like them.

 

“Jeghal Family Jegal Lin! Is Jegal Lin not here?”

 

When her close friend’s name echoed in the air without an answer, Riser felt self-conscious for no reason.

 

That kid really. She’ll get on the bad side of someone as high-ranking as the Fist King if she skips on a day like this.

 

‘What should I do?’

 

It would have been good if I had met Jegal Lin early and heard some excuse for why she couldn’t come.

 

“Jegal Lin doesn’t usually come to morning training.”

 

Instead of the anxious Riser, Namgung Yeonhwa answered on her behalf.

 

However, not all answers are correct answers, and Namgung Yeonhwa’s words had aspects that rubbed Pachen Gwon the wrong way.

 

“What do you mean she doesn’t usually come? Where is this ‘usually’? Listen here, you little thing. If it were ‘usual’ for me, I wouldn’t be here at this time mixing words with milk-smelling country bumpkins like you all.”

 

“Why are you taking it out on me? I’ve been attending well.”

 

Namgung Yeonhwa fearlessly talked back to one of the Sadaecheonwang.

 

Sometimes that kid acts like there’s nothing in the world to be afraid of.

 

“Seulgyon. You’re responsible for bringing Jegal Lin by next time.”

 

“?! Why me!”

 

“You said with your own mouth that you attend well. Class dismissed! Go and review.”

 

“Thank you for your teachings!”

 

Namgung Yeonhwa looked very frustrated and wronged.

 

“This is really annoying!”

 

When Pachen Gwon left the Yeonmujang with shuffling steps, Namgung Yeonhwa vented her anger by stamping her feet on the innocent blue stone.

 

‘That’s understandable.’

 

She was teased throughout the training time over something trivial and even got stuck with an errand, so she must have been quite stressed.

 

“Can’t be helped, I guess. But if not you, who else would do it?”

 

“Right. The Fist King trusts you the most too.”

 

At least the kids around her quickly ran over to appease Namgung Yeonhwa.

 

“Ah, whatever. Jegal Lin definitely won’t listen.”

 

Even in the midst of this, she seems intent on taking responsibility for the task assigned to her. Right. That’s the kind of kid who should be class president.

 

Maybe the Head of the Namgung Household always getting stuck with being the martial alliance leader is actually him getting dumped on in a similar way.

 

It was when I was thinking of it as someone else’s problem.

 

“But this time, with Young Lady Tang here, it might be doable, don’t you think?”

 

Suddenly Riser’s name was called.

 

“Uh… me?”

 

“Yeah. You.”

 

Moyong Hye gave Riser a cunning smile as she was pointed out without preparation.

 

Seeing her being unnecessarily sly, I had a feeling she was going to ask for something troublesome, but there was no corner to escape to.

 

“You’re closest to Jegal Lin.”

 

How petty to use emotional manipulation.

 

‘She’s planning to sacrifice me to reduce Namgung Yeonhwa’s burden.’

 

If I answered yes, I’d have to be responsible for Jegal Lin’s attendance from now on, and if I said no, Jegal Lin would end up crying her eyes out.

 

“…We are close.”

 

How cowardly. Moyong Hye.

 

I’ll remember today’s incident.

 

“Still, we can’t just leave it all to Riser. If she misses one more time, she’ll fail.”

 

“Fail? What do you mean?”

 

“If you miss one-tenth of the class days, you fail.”

 

Namgung Yeonhwa was surprised that Riser didn’t know such a basic rule, but soon acknowledged that it made sense. There was no way Riser could have had the leisure to familiarize herself with academic schedules or rules during the past ten days.

 

“You know that Cheonryeon Palace gives exams once every 100 days, right?”

 

“Yeah. The Baekryeon Examination.”

 

Riser nodded and answered.

 

At Cheonryeon Palace, they divide the thousand days of training into ten semesters, giving exams every 100 days and producing grades. Usually, they give job selection opportunities based on the grades received at this time.

 

It was a story that had little to do with this batch that would all go to the Palace of the Concubines hand in hand from first place to last place. Even so, failing was a somewhat different story.

 

“Jegal Lin hasn’t come to morning training even once during the first cycle.”

 

One cycle at Cheonryeon Palace consists of 9 weekdays and 1 day off.

 

In other words, Jegal Lin had already missed 9 days in the last cycle, and adding today from the second cycle, she had missed 10 days.

 

One semester is 100 days, she’s missed 10 days, and if you miss one-tenth of class days, you fail.

 

“Isn’t she already failing?!”

 

“Fortunately, there’s one day left. There was no morning training at all on the first day we arrived at Cheonryeon Palace.”

 

“Phew.”

 

This wasn’t the time to feel relieved.

 

If she missed one more day, Jegal Lin would fail.

 

‘Who would have thought such a smart kid would have to worry about failing.’

 

He couldn’t understand at all why she wouldn’t want to come to morning training when all she had to do was show up.

 

‘Come to think of it, yesterday too…’

 

When I was trying to get an answer to a similar question, she suddenly brought up some secret story.

 

Could that secret perhaps be about the reason she has no choice but to skip certain classes?

 

Maybe there’s a reason only she understands that others can’t comprehend for why Jegal Lin doesn’t come to morning training.

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