Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 93

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A festival was held.

Its name was 【The Great Festival of the Demon Empress’s Grace for the Young Consort’s Resurrection and Immortality 】.

It meant the Demon Empress bestowing grace + a young consort + coming back to life + commemorating her becoming immortal + a grand festival .

‘Thank goodness. At least it’s not called the Dang Ri-seo Recovery Festival.’

The festival name that the artists belonging to Yakseol Hall had racked their brains to come up with was somewhat straightforward, but at least it had a decent appearance.

No matter how hastily planned it was, they couldn’t let even the name look hastily made.

“Dang Ri-seo!”

A voice calling for Riser could be heard from afar.

The young girls from Cheonryeon Palace who had come to participate in the festival were waving their hands. Perhaps thanks to the sudden holiday, they looked very bright.

“I’m glad you’re safe. You don’t know how worried we were.”

“Jegal Lin was especially bad.”

“Thank you all for worrying about me.”

While exchanging light greetings with her peers, Riser suddenly became curious and asked.

“By the way, how did the Swordmaster’s test go?”

“We won!”

Namgung Yeonhwa puffed out her chest proudly as if she had been waiting for this and declared.

‘Was there winning and losing involved?’

Having left too early, Riser, who didn’t even know that the 【Cheonryeon Palace Cup Orthodox vs Unorthodox Battle】 had taken place, could only tilt her head in confusion.

“There was a friendly competition.”

Moyong Hye provided additional explanation to the puzzled Riser.

During the explanation, the girls from orthodox factions all had bright expressions and nodded proudly, while the angry Sapa girls ground their teeth, glared, and pointed accusingly.

“This is invalid! Using teleportation techniques to escape Geomsu Jiok is cheating, isn’t it?”

“Right! It was a swordsmanship test, not a formation test!”

“Besides, Jegal Lin wasn’t even a test subject!”

For Riser, this wasn’t an issue she particularly wanted to get involved in.

Frankly speaking, weren’t they all going to become demons anyway? She didn’t see what difference it made to distinguish between orthodox and unorthodox now.

‘I should just let it go in one ear and out the other.’

Anyway, it wasn’t really related to Riser herself.

Even if Sapa had won, Riser’s reaction wouldn’t have been much different from now.

“Dang Ri-seo! What do you think?”

“Huh? Me?”

“Yes. As someone from the Sichuan Dang Family, which is orthodox, please give us a fair opinion.”

“Hey!!!!”

Then Namgung Yeonhwa suddenly flipped out and rushed over.

If Jegal Lin heard talk about Dang Ri-seo being orthodox or whatever, she would definitely cause a scene like a crazy person.

“Who decided she’s orthodox?”

Namgung Yeonhwa grabbed Kim Minji from Nolimchae by the collar and threatened her while flaring up her fighting spirit like flames.

“Listen carefully. The Sichuan Dang Family is not only part of the Murim Alliance, but as one of the twin pillars leading the Five Great Families alongside the Great Namgung Family, they are an orthodox family from their very roots! Whether they use poison or hidden weapons, if they use force for justice, that’s what makes them orthodox! Got it?!”

“Y-yes, I got it! I understand!”

Kim Minji frantically agreed, startled by Namgung Yeonhwa’s fierce momentum, and only then did Namgung Yeonhwa release her grip on the collar.

‘I’m grateful, but to go this far…?’

Riser, who didn’t have much sense of belonging to the orthodox faction, felt somewhat awkward.

“This girl. Don’t spoil the mood on a good day.”

Moyong Hye smiled gently and smoothed over the situation.

“It’s the day of the festival that the Demon Empress personally bestowed, isn’t it? Riser’s survival is also something to celebrate. Causing discord among ourselves on such a day would look unseemly to others.”

Moyong Hye had stayed quiet during the conflict (since it looked like Namgung Yeonhwa would win), but now she was offering reasonable arguments and soothing everyone.

Still, reasonable arguments are called reasonable because they can’t be beaten.

The Sapa girls pretended to be defeated, calmed their anger, and adopted attitudes suitable for the festival.

“Oh right. I brought clothes to change into.”

“Clothes?”

Moyong Hye smiled prettily like a peach blossom and continued.

“The kids who stayed here overnight couldn’t even wash and are still wearing yesterday’s clothes. Everyone knows the circumstances, but still, it’s a festival and banquet, and you can’t appear looking all shabby when you’re supposed to be a consort.”

Even so, calling someone who had just come back from the dead shabby.

Riser wanted to protest somehow, but remembering how she had hastily disheveled her hair and applied ash to her lips when Mahu appeared, she had nothing to say.

“Anyway, thank you for bringing my clothes.”

“I didn’t say they were your clothes.”

“…?”

Moyong Hye chuckled and lowered her voice to whisper.

“Who do you think I am, a fool? I know full well what happens if you rummage through Dang Ri-seo’s belongings carelessly. I brought my own clothes, so try wearing something other than green for the first time in your life.”

She spoke quietly because it would be somewhat awkward if Namgung Yeonhwa heard this.

Riser gave appropriate thanks and received the clothes from Moyong Hye.

Since she needed the homeowner’s permission to wash or change clothes, Riser wandered around looking for Dokma’s whereabouts while holding an armful of clothing.

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Dokma Umun Gwoe felt that now was the most unhappy he had been in nearly ten years.

He had only tried to drive away the wicked girl who was arbitrarily killing the street trees in his front yard.

That small action had spiraled into an unimaginable situation, and now they were holding some festival in his small and precious garden and country villa.

The poisonous plants that had already become listless because of the lively Cheonryeon Palace girls were dying off one by one due to Mahu’s procession.

At this rate, he couldn’t even guess how many years it would take to restore everything by feeding poison to the soil and taming it again.

‘Though gaining a disciple in the midst of all this is a good thing…’

Honestly speaking, even that had some subtle aspects.

Of course, logically, when a Mazong offered to take her as a chief disciple, there was no way someone like Dang Ri-seo could refuse the proposal.

But knowing that Muk-in Chongkwan was constantly eyeing Dang Ri-seo made him feel a sense of crisis.

‘She won’t refuse, will she?’

Long, long ago. That is, when Umun Gwoe was a child, it wasn’t illegal to just pick up any orphan and raise them as a disciple, servant, and slave.

Umun Gwoe himself had inherited his master’s robes in such a way, but he had no complaints about it. Didn’t everyone live like that?

But times had changed.

Kids these days, especially a kid like Dang Ri-seo who could choose from various options, might dare to refuse to inherit their master’s legacy.

Thinking about that fact inevitably made him feel heavy, depressed, and melancholy.

“Old man, what are you doing?”

Mujin approached the sighing Umun Gwoe and spoke to him.

When in a bad mood, no one is welcome, and especially when the annoying Cheonmu Jin came bothering him, Umun Gwoe’s expression crumpled.

“Can’t you see what I’m doing just by looking! Go enjoy the Great Festival of the Demon Empress’s Grace for the Young Consort’s Resurrection and Immortality!”

“How did you memorize all that long thing?”

Cheonmu Jin casually leaned against the tree next to the rock where Umun Gwoe was sitting.

“When I came before, it looked like some tomb, but now that there’s life and vitality nearby, your place actually looks like somewhere people live.”

“Did you come here to rub salt in my wounds?”

“Of course not.”

Seeing him dawdling and spouting useless words, it was clear he had come with some business. Umun Gwoe sighed deeply and said.

“If you have something to say, say it quickly and get lost.”

“Should I?”

Mujin grinned and casually dropped his words.

“This land. Sell it to me.”

Umun Gwoe was shocked to hear words he had never expected.

His eyes, which usually weren’t opened wide, became round enough to be visible.

“…Here, this land?”

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