Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 92

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Riser knew the danger of making a high-ranking person’s procession turn out to be in vain.

When someone of Mahu’s stature loses face, it’s not just a personal tragedy.

An incident. And a major one at that.

Everyone present would become both victims and perpetrators for failing to prevent it.

Behind the generous forgiveness and understanding of ‘Oh well, it’s fine. It wasn’t intentional,’ one must not forget the chilling warning that having botched things this badly, one could hardly dare to act proudly.

[Lin! Cast the invisibility formation on me!]

[Uh, okay!]

As soon as Jegal Lin heard the telepathic message, she hurriedly began preparing the formation without understanding why.

Riser didn’t wait and immediately sent a telepathic message to the next person.

She needed someone with experience dealing with superiors, strong against mishaps, and capable of understanding how urgent the situation was.

[Sangwan! I’m going to hide for now! After Mahu arrives, please go along with the story that I just woke up!]

[…! Understood!]

Muk-in Chongkwan nodded with a determined expression as if to say leave it to him.

“I pay my respects to the noble Mahu. It is well known that Mahu is usually benevolent and enjoys saving lives, but to show pity even for a lowly young concubine, the vastness of such mercy is truly…”

How reliable indeed.

While Muk-in Chongkwan skillfully drew Mahu’s attention, Riser hurriedly moved to a different position.

[The formation is cast for now… But don’t move too quickly. Got it?]

Though the invisibility formation was convenient, it wasn’t magic. Riser and Jegal Lin had to move gradually while recasting the formation.

“…?”

While Riser was invisible and couldn’t be seen, Jegal Lin’s appearance of stopping every three or four steps before walking again looked rather strange. Fortunately, most of the demons weren’t that well-versed in formations, so they didn’t pay much attention to Jegal Lin’s suspicious movements.

“Hmm.”

The few who knew that Jegal Lin could change terrain at will and use spatial compression techniques had some idea of what was happening.

‘I get the gist of it.’

Though Mujin hadn’t heard the plan directly from Riser, he roughly understood the situation.

After all, with Mahu arriving and making such a grand declaration, they couldn’t very well respond with ‘Uh… actually it was resolved a little while ago. But thank you for coming anyway?’

Though trying to deceive her outright also seemed somewhat insane.

[Cheonmu Seong.]

“Yeah?”

[It’s me. Don’t look around stupidly. If Mahu asks about Dang Ri-seo’s condition, say she’s still hovering between life and death.]

[What do you… Ah! Got it!]

True to his playboy nature, Museong’s quick wit allowed him to grasp Mujin’s intention from that brief exchange.

Mujin then sent a similar telepathic message to Dokma.

[Old man Wumun, it’s me. About Dang Ri-seo…]

This was actually quite an important role.

Riser herself had to hide from Mahu’s sight, Jegal Lin had to cast the invisibility formation, and Muk-in Chongkwan had to draw Mahu’s attention.

This meant there was no capacity to handle keeping everyone’s stories straight.

However, when engaging in such conspiracies, everyone’s coordination must fit together like clockwork.

The moment some clueless person said something like ‘Dang Ri-seo woke up earlier though,’ all participants would be guilty of deceiving their superior, making this a part requiring extreme caution.

…And so a moment passed.

“A miracle! It’s a miracle!”

“With Mahu’s royal presence, a dying child has risen from her bed!”

“The Heavenly Emperor has sent Mahu to us!”

Riser rose unsteadily with a clearly sickly appearance (having hastily disheveled her hair and applied ash powder to her lips), praising Mahu and bowing. Everyone then sang praises and applauded, creating quite the commotion.

With the situation escalating to this extent, even Mahu herself couldn’t help but feel bewildered.

‘I didn’t do anything???’

Mahu had really prepared hard for this procession.

To make her presence felt in a situation where Swordmaster, Dokma, Muk-in Chongkwan, Cheonmu Jin, and Cheonmu Seong had gathered to save Dang Ri-seo, she needed one big move.

However, objectively speaking, Mahu didn’t have many strengths.

She couldn’t beat Mazong in martial arts, couldn’t beat Chongkwan in administrative authority, and couldn’t beat physician Cheonmu Seong in expertise.

-Since things have come to this, how about expanding the scope?

Mahu was already someone who would defer to Yakseol’s words even if she didn’t agree with them in her heart.

Much less when she made a valid point – there was no reason to think twice.

-What should I do?

Yakseol first recommended opening her purse.

Compared to others, if there was a strength Mahu could boast of, it would have to be her wealth.

Thus, a procession so luxurious that anyone would gasp in admiration was prepared.

In this process, the artists belonging to Yakseol Hall sweetly pocketed their activity fees.

Next, she called for Cheonmu Hyeon. No matter how much Mahu herself stepped forward, since Cheonmu Jin and Cheonmu Seong were already on site, they needed to bring Magong-ja along to maintain appearances.

-You must be absolutely generous. To the extent that no one there can throw around money like Mother can.

-Wouldn’t that be too much of a loss?

-Don’t be petty.

-?!

Though Mahu was reluctant, since things had come to this, she resolved to at least gain reputation commensurate with the money spent.

But when she actually arrived, what was this?

“It is thanks to Mahu’s gracious attention. You have saved this young girl.”

‘Was it malingering?’

Seeing Riser looking far too healthy, Mahu found herself in an awkward position.

She had come intending to spend money lavishly enough to be talked about for ages.

She planned to shout ‘I shall give a thousand gold to whoever can cure this young girl’s illness!’ and scatter money in all directions, which would attract skilled demons in droves.

If among them there was someone who could truly save Riser, that would be good, and even if not, she could recruit talented people under Mahu’s command, which she thought would also be worth the money.

“…Are you truly completely recovered? Your lips are ashen?”

“Yes, Mahu. This young girl is very healthy now. My lip color has always been like this.”

Not knowing what answer Mahu wanted, Riser kept emphasizing her health. The more she did so, the more awkward Mahu became, and she began to feel self-conscious about Yakseol and Mujin watching.

‘If I make such a grand procession and then do nothing, won’t I become a laughingstock!’

In reality, she would have become a much bigger laughingstock, but thanks to Riser’s loyalty-filled deception, she avoided real humiliation – though Mahu didn’t know this and suffered.

“I’m truly glad you’re safe. Really… I’m so happy that… um… A festival! We must hold a festival!”

‘Ack. A festival out of nowhere?’

Mahu’s obsession with spending money no matter what led to a rather bizarre development.

‘A festival?’

‘What kind of festival?’

Surely she wasn’t planning to hold a 【Dang Ri-seo Recovery Festival】 in Mahu’s name?

Without exception, the demons witnessing the festival would tilt their heads and ask ‘Who is Dang Ri-seo?’

What kind of festival planning was this, lacking foundation, purpose, and justification?

No matter how much it was an event pushed by higher-ups, to proceed so hastily like this. Really…!

“Your… grace is overwhelming!”

“Your grace is overwhelming!”

What could they do? When the higher-ups say to do it, you do it.

Though everyone thought it was strange in their hearts, they agreed to be overwhelmed for now.

In that even Mahu herself, who proposed the festival, thought it was unreasonable deep down, it could be said that everyone present was united in heart.

“Is there anything you wish for the festival?”

At Mahu’s question, Riser pondered for a while before speaking.

“My fellow students at Cheonryeon Palace have been studying without sleep all night caring for me. I humbly request that you grant these weary fellow students a day of rest today.”

“What a admirable request. I grant it.”

“Your grace is overwhelming!”

Having solved Jegal Lin’s attendance problem, Riser felt deeply relieved in her heart.

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