The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 164

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Chapter 164

 

“Is everyone ready?”

 

Only we were in the guest hall of the Shinchang Yang Clan.

 

Since they were under direct and indirect pressure from the Moyong Family, not even a shadow of a guest could be seen.

 

The maids had been dismissed early for today’s undertaking, so it couldn’t be more perfect for copying.

 

“Seo-ryeon.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Seo-ryeon, who had been grinding ink, received a ledger from me.

 

“Cheon-gang.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Cheon-gang was already holding a brush in his hand, ready to go. What a great attitude.

 

“Young Master?”

 

In contrast, Eok I-geon was sitting at the table, elegantly sipping tea.

 

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to copy?”

 

“…Do I have to do it too?”

 

“Of course! We need every hand we can get right now. If we want to put it back before sunrise, everyone needs to hurry!”

 

How did I even get this!

 

I really did everything to gain Yang Ha-rin’s favor. I think I might have grown somewhat fond of her without realizing it, but I decided not to feel guilty about it.

 

What’s most important to me is Grandmother’s revenge!

 

“Here.”

 

I directly placed a brush in the hesitating Eok I-geon’s hand.

 

“You must write everything down meticulously without missing a single thing!”

 

Swish swish swish— Swish swish!

 

Eok I-geon, Cheon-gang, and Seo-ryeon began copying at a rapid pace.

 

I diligently ground ink beside them and turned the pages. It would be great if I could help with the copying too, but perhaps because I’m a possessor, while reading wasn’t difficult, my writing was rather slow.

 

If only the Chinese characters weren’t so complicated.

 

‘Still, having several people definitely speeds things up.’

 

Look at how pretty Eok I-geon’s handwriting is in the meantime.

 

Cheon-gang and Seo-ryeon weren’t bad either, but Eok I-geon’s was like printed text—the size and shape were perfectly uniform without the slightest deviation.

 

Is there really anything Eok I-geon can’t do?

 

‘Come to think of it, his hands are pretty too.’

 

His long, slender fingers, unbefitting of a swordsman, finally caught my attention.

 

I thought only his face was handsome, but his hands are pretty, his handwriting is good, he’s smart, and lately he listens to me well too.

 

He’s not even scary anymore.

 

“Seolha, what are you doing instead of turning the page?”

 

“Ah, yes!”

 

I missed the timing to turn the page because I was lost in thought for a moment.

 

I swallowed a cough out of unnecessary embarrassment and lowered my gaze to the ledger.

 

“My goodness, they really did a lot.”

 

It happened to be a section that contained the embezzlement scene in its entirety.

 

Why change the uniforms for the Martial Arts Alliance’s four military units—Blue Dragon Unit, White Tiger Unit, Vermilion Bird Unit, Black Tortoise Unit—every six months?

 

Since several sets would be issued at once anyway, couldn’t they wear them for several years?

 

And why are the issued weapons so expensive?

 

They must all be made by craftsmen.

 

Wow, the meal expenses come out to this much?

 

No matter how much I racked my brain from my maid days, this was way too inflated.

 

‘There isn’t a single thing that’s not corrupt from start to finish.’

 

At first they seemed to be somewhat cautious, but from around the third year of his term, he was openly embezzling.

 

It was written that he then paid tribute to the Namgung Family and Moyong Family.

 

In return, Yang Gun-cheol gained the right to participate in various profitable businesses involving the two families.

 

“Oh my, so these trading companies were merchant groups serving Namgung and Moyong?”

 

I unexpectedly learned about their hidden trading companies too.

 

That scoundrel Yang Gun-cheol was so thorough that there were as many as three volumes of account books. Without a doubt, everything must have been recorded in detail without missing a single thing.

 

Before we knew it, the dawn was breaking.

 

“We’re done.”

 

Eok I-geon put down his brush and rubbed his wrist.

 

“Thank you for your hard work.”

 

“I’m finished too. They really did a lot of bad things.”

 

Cheon-gang got up from his seat, almost throwing down his brush as if disgusted.

 

“Thank you for your hard work. Thank you too, Seo-ryeon.”

 

Seo-ryeon, who finished copying first, was already starting to clean up to avoid leaving traces.

 

I really did well in hiring this guard.

 

I quickly wrapped the original in oil paper again, put it in the wooden box, and ran to Yang Ha-rin’s residence.

 

Since I moved as stealthily as possible, suppressing my presence, I didn’t encounter anyone.

 

Yang Ha-rin was still fast asleep, oblivious to the world.

 

I leaped up to the beam like before, placed the wooden box back in its original position, and hurriedly came down.

 

Then I quickly entered the room, closed the door, and lay down next to Yang Ha-rin.

 

“Yawn.”

 

Then, as if by magic, a yawn came out.

 

Having stayed up all night, my body seemed to be telling me to sleep now.

 

I fell into a deep sleep, completely forgetting about the night’s events.

 

‘…?’

 

I opened my eyes due to an unfamiliar presence.

 

Someone approached with quite cautious footsteps, though not necessarily trying to hide their existence.

 

Thud!

 

‘Huh? This sound is?’

 

I could tell without looking. I had done it twice already.

 

This was definitely the sound of someone leaping up to the beam.

 

‘Yang Gun-cheol!’

 

Wow, it was so good that I returned early.

 

If I had delayed even a little, I would have definitely been caught.

 

‘Phew.’

 

Just as I was letting out a sigh of relief and closing my eyes again.

 

Slam.

 

The room door opened without warning and Yang Gun-cheol entered.

 

“The sun rose ages ago, and you’re still like this?”

 

Yang Ha-rin woke up drowsily and complained irritably at Yang Gun-cheol’s thunderous scolding.

 

“I told you I was drinking with my sister yesterday!”

 

“Sister?”

 

Is this my cue to appear?

 

I, who had been covered with the blanket up to my head, stretched and got up.

 

“…Hello.”

 

“You, why are you here?”

 

To Yang Gun-cheol, who was flustered seeing me, I politely clasped my hands together and bowed.

 

“Good morning, Yang Grand Elder.”

 

Yang Gun-cheol looked back and forth between me and Yang Ha-rin with a dumbfounded expression.

 

Then Yang Ha-rin linked arms with me and said proudly.

 

“Grandfather, I became sworn sisters with Sister Seolha!”

 

“…You became what?”

 

“Sworn sisters! Grandfather also became sworn brothers with the Righteous Sword Master! Mine is something similar to that.”

 

Yang Gun-cheol wore an expression of complete bewilderment.

 

And rightfully so, since until recently Yang Ha-rin had been making a fuss about wanting to kill me. She had only invited me reluctantly as the price for losing the duel.

 

But now she was suddenly saying we had become sworn sisters, so how absurd must it have seemed from Yang Gun-cheol’s perspective.

 

Honestly, it was just as absurd to me too.

 

But unable to show that, I simply stood quietly beside Yang Ha-rin with a smile.

 

“…Fine, I understand! Hurry up and wash, then come eat.”

 

He clearly had much to say, but I could see him forcibly holding back because I was there.

 

Yang Gun-cheol spoke curtly and turned around to leave.

 

“But why did you come here so early in the morning?”

 

“He probably missed his granddaughter.”

 

“Our grandfather is such a doting fool. Right, sister?”

 

Watching Yang Ha-rin cling to my arm with a beaming smile, I could only nod.

 

By the way, if I said I was leaving right after breakfast, she wouldn’t cry, would she?

 

“Sniff, sister! Can’t you stay a little longer?”

 

Why are bad premonitions never wrong?

 

Exactly as I expected, Yang Ha-rin grabbed onto me and pleaded.

 

“I’d like to, but we have a long way to go, so I don’t think I can.”

 

“Just a few days! Please? Please?”

 

“We’re already running late, so I can’t.”

 

“Then just one day!”

 

“I’m really sorry.”

 

“Waaah, sister, you’re so mean! How can you leave like this right after becoming sworn sisters!”

 

Seeing Yang Ha-rin cry didn’t make me feel good either.

 

But because of Yang Ja-seong, we had lost our leisure time too.

 

When I heard the news that Yang Ja-seong was leaving to secure an engagement with the Moyong Family, I was so shocked.

 

I had to reach our next destination before Yang Ja-seong by any means necessary.

 

“I told Grandmother I’d only stay two nights before leaving. I’ll get scolded if I’m late.”

 

“Waaah!”

 

Go throw your tantrums somewhere else.

 

“We’ll definitely see each other again. That’s good enough, right?”

 

I had no choice but to resort to appeasement tactics.

 

“Okay! Then I’ll come visit Cheon-sin-mun!”

 

“…Huh?”

 

“You’re stopping by the Dang Family and then going back to Cheon-sin-mun, right?”

 

“Oh, that’s true, but….”

 

“Sister came all this way for me, so this time I should go to you. That’s only fair!”

 

Why are you applying fairness to something like this?

 

“No way. Cheon-sin-mun is too far from here! You can’t!”

 

“Sister, didn’t you see my carriage? I went to Sichuan, so why couldn’t I go to Cheon-sin-mun? I’ll be fine.”

 

I won’t be fine!

 

I don’t even know where Cheon-sin-mun is!

 

“Just come to Sichuan Tang School. I go back and forth frequently, so that would be better.”

 

“Really? I wanted to see Cheon-sin-mun too though.”

 

That’s absolutely impossible.

 

We managed to reach an agreement on Sichuan Tang School and were finally able to leave the Shinchang Yang Clan.

 

Yang Ha-rin stood at the main gate as if seeing off Jeong-in, waving her hand and crying loudly until I was out of sight.

 

“She doesn’t seem to be a bad-hearted child.”

 

Seo-ryeon shook her head sympathetically.

 

“It would have been better if she were bad. More importantly, the spear?”

 

“Of course I brought it!”

 

The Shinchang Yang Clan had spears everywhere.

 

Spears looked slightly different depending on the sect or martial artist. Anyway, what we needed was any spear bearing the mark of the Shinchang Yang Clan.

 

“Shall we start running in earnest now?”

 

Before returning to Sichuan, we had a place to visit.

 

That place was Jinan in Shandong Province, where a branch of the Moyong Family was located.

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