The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 222

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Chapter 222

“Kraaahhh!”

The madman presumed to be the murderous demon gripped the window frame and let out beast-like howls one after another.

Like Wang Dang and his subordinates, he was covered head to toe in blood.

Crash!

Just then, the door shattered into pieces as Ho Jeon No Yeom-baek and Dong Jeong-yong Wang Cheok-gwang burst in.

“What’s happening?”

The two had been having drinks downstairs for the first time in a while.

As soon as they sensed something unusual, No Yeom-baek and Cheok-gwang rushed upstairs, and Sang-gwan-su pointed at the window frame and shouted.

“The murderous demon appeared! That bastard…?”

However, the murderous demon who had been howling just moments ago had vanished like a ghost, true to its name.

“You’re saying the murderous demon came here?”

“Where! Where is it!”

No Yeom-baek and Dong Jeong-yong Wang said this was actually perfect timing and quickly went to the window to look outside.

But there was no trace of the murderous demon anywhere.

“H-he definitely followed us as if he was going to kill us!”

The aggrieved subordinates immediately scattered to search the surroundings, but as if they had seen a mirage, there really was no one there.

If not for the torn window and traces of blood, it would have seemed like they were truly possessed by a ghost.

“You, hurry and call a physician! We must save Gwang-gae!”

After a moment of confusion, the Two-Faced Gentleman Sang-gwan-su quickly gave orders to his subordinates.

Wang Dang was the last one to face whatever that murderous demon was. He would surely know something.

The subordinates who brought Wang Dang urgently moved him to the bedroom next door at their sect leader’s command.

“What happened?”

“Is it really true that the murderous demon appeared here?”

“He vanished in an instant, but I saw him clearly with my own eyes!”

Sang-gwan-su’s expression twisted as he recalled the murderous demon roaring like a beast.

“Do you remember his face?”

“Draw a portrait and let’s search for him!”

Sang-gwan-su shook his head at No Yeom-baek and Dong Jeong-yong Wang’s words.

“His hair was a mess. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say his disheveled hair covered his entire face. Apart from his red eyes and his body being covered in blood, I couldn’t tell anything else.”

“That’s strange.”

Dong Jeong-yong Wang said, looking at No Yeom-baek.

“If that murderous demon’s movement technique is good enough to escape from you, one of the Ten Supremes, does that make sense?”

“I think he instinctively sensed danger and fled.”

Sang-gwan-su held back his words, but the moment he saw the murderous demon earlier, every hair on his body stood on end.

Setting aside being a murderous demon, that bastard’s skills were definitely not below his own.

“By the way, Namgung…”

Looking down at Wang Dang lying on the bed like a corpse, Sang-gwan-su muttered.

“Namgung? What’s that about?”

“Before Gwang-gae lost consciousness, he said ‘Namgung’ to me.”

“Namgung?”

No Yeom-baek didn’t quite understand.

The murderous demon and Namgung.

Weren’t these things that couldn’t be placed on the same level?

“We need accurate confirmation, but my subordinates say the murderous demon’s trail started from the Namgung Family.”

“…!”

Sang-gwan-su’s tone suggested he was already suspecting something.

No Yeom-baek and Dong Jeong-yong Wang were also too shocked to continue speaking.

The Blood Sect’s martial arts hidden in the fake Chaos Heaven Manual.

Its purpose was to create murderers stained with blood and madness.

It corresponded so perfectly with the current murderous demon that it was even more bewildering.

“Miss Seolha! Miss Seolha!”

I couldn’t sleep due to worries about the murderous demon and was sitting in the restaurant, blankly spending idle time.

Suddenly, Uncle Gu-deung, the deputy sect leader of Dragon King Sect, came running in breathlessly, calling my name.

“Huh? Uncle Gu-deung! What’s wrong?”

Why uncle, you ask?

I don’t know either.

Somehow my mouth was calling him that on its own.

At this rate, am I going to have one grandfather and one uncle each among the Four Evils?

‘Well, that wouldn’t be too bad either.’

“Elder Ho-jon told me to bring Miss Seolha!”

“…Grandfather wants me? At this hour?”

I had been lost in thought for a moment, but now I opened my eyes wide in puzzlement.

If Bandit Grandfather was looking for me at this hour, it must mean the situation was very serious.

Sure enough.

“A beggar from Gaebang named Gwang-gae got hurt!”

“What? Uncle Wang? How did that happen!”

I shot up from my chair.

I never would have dreamed that Uncle Gu-deung would mention Uncle Wang.

“It seems he got hurt while chasing the murderous demon.”

“Th-the murderous demon?”

Uncle Wang had already been suffering from headaches because of the murderous demon.

After much effort, he finally managed to catch the trail, but it seems he got injured in the process.

“We shouldn’t just stand here, let’s go.”

When I was startled and acting foolishly in confusion, Eok I-geon held my hand as if telling me to calm down.

“We’ll come too.”

“I want to go too!”

Not only Cheon-gang and Seo-ryeon who were nearby, but even Yang Ha-rin stood up together.

“Who got hurt how?”

“Isn’t Wang Dang the Gaebang member that Ryeong-i is fond of?”

Before I knew it, Grandpa Tak and Eok Grandfather had also joined us.

“I’ll escort you to the inner residence.”

Guided by Uncle Gu-deung, we all ran to Hao Clan at full speed.

“Grandfather!”

As we entered the Hao Clan’s inner residence, Bandit Grandfather and Grandpa Yongwang were pacing around the gate.

“You’re here?”

“Yes! What about Uncle Wang?”

“Let’s go up.”

We immediately rushed upstairs to see Uncle Wang.

“Welcome.”

Haowen Sect Leader Sangwan greeted us.

“I want to see Uncle Wang first. His condition isn’t serious, is it?”

When I asked in a trembling voice, the door opened and a physician came out.

“How is he?”

“He’s past the critical point.”

“Goddess of Mercy!”

Since I had been lying so much about Cheon-sin-mun being a Buddhist sect, I unknowingly called out a Buddhist invocation in relief.

“Can he talk?”

At Sang-gwan-su’s question, the physician made a troubled expression, saying it would be difficult.

“He has only passed the critical point after suffering severe injuries. He’s currently sedated with medicine, so it would be better to meet him later when he shows signs of improvement.”

I thought we’d at least be able to see Uncle Wang’s face.

We had no choice but to follow the Hao Wen-zhu to the adjacent room.

And there I heard an incredible story.

“Uncle Wang said ‘Namgung’?”

I turned to look at Eok I-geon.

“Don’t tell me this is…?”

At my telepathic message, Eok I-geon seemed to ponder for a moment before slowly nodding his head.

“It seems so. Someone from the Namgung Family must have learned the fake Honcheongi.”

I raised my eyes to look at Bandit Grandfather and Grandpa Yongwang.

I could tell just from their expressions.

Both of them seemed to have immediately realized this was caused by the fake Honcheongi.

Namgung San remained at the training grounds until late at night, but his hand holding the sword had long since lost its strength.

The sword tip pointed toward the floor and his gaze was empty.

“Sigh.”

A deep sigh escaped naturally.

It was difficult to pull himself together.

Eventually, Namgung San gave up training and left the training grounds.

Today too, his steps stopped at the courtyard in front of Gajujeon.

‘Grandfather…’

A bitter smile formed.

Even though he tried not to, memories with his grandfather kept surfacing and tormenting him.

To Father, he was someone colder and stricter than anyone, but to me, he was always warm and affectionate.

Most of them could only be good memories.

Grandfather, who was called the Righteous Sword Master and revered by countless people.

He was the person he respected most in the world and his dream.

“Sob.”

Emotions surged up from within.

Though he had resolved never to cry, tears welled up drop by drop and his throat choked up.

It was fortunate it was night.

Even if someone passed by, they wouldn’t be able to see his face.

“Sniff.”

It was the moment Namgung San barely swallowed his tears and turned around.

“Gasp!”

Someone with disheveled hair like a madman was glaring at him.

He hadn’t even sensed their presence.

From the killing intent the opponent emitted, Namgung San felt as if his flesh was being cut.

“Wh-who are you!”

The thick scent of blood was enough to give him a headache.

Through the tangled hair, beast-like eyes gleamed as they stared at him.

Clang!

“Reveal your identity!”

Namgung San drew his sword and pointed it at the madman.

“Kekekekek!”

A sound like scraping metal flowed from the madman.

He raised his hand and grabbed Namgung San’s blade with his bare hand.

Screech!

Drops of blood fell steadily.

“Ugh!”

The startled Namgung San tried to retreat, but the madman’s movement was faster. The fiend approached like lightning and grabbed Namgung San’s throat.

“Gak!”

His throat was strangled and he couldn’t breathe.

“Eek!”

Just as he was about to counterattack using the momentum from his waist.

“…!”

Suddenly the madman collapsed sideways with a thud.

Thump!

And through the disheveled hair, the opponent’s face was revealed.

“G-Grandfather?”

Namgung San’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The one who had collapsed on the floor was none other than his grandfather, Namgung Cheon.

His face, stained with blood, was shrouded in deep shadows of pain.

“S-San-ah…”

Namgung Cheon, who had been calling his grandson’s name in a rough voice, soon closed his eyes.

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