The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 228

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Chapter 228

Whoosh―

Thud!

As the feather needle flew and pierced Namgung Cheon’s hamstring, his knee buckled instantly.

Eok I-geon didn’t miss the opportunity as Namgung Cheon tilted to one side.

Slash!

Faster than lightning, Eok I-geon’s sword cut across Namgung Cheon’s thigh.

“Kugh!”

As his balance crumbled and he fell to his knees, my sword grazed past Namgung Cheon’s side.

Slice!

“Krgh!”

Namgung Cheon let out consecutive screams. He struggled to get up while swallowing his pain.

Thud!

Eok I-geon stepped on the Cheonma Military March technique as if to split Namgung Cheon’s head, forcing him back down.

In an instant, Namgung Cheon’s back appeared enormous in my vision.

This was a chance for a fatal blow.

Hah!

My body was already leaping into midair.

Stab!

And finally, I plunged the Mahu Phoenix Sword into Namgung Cheon’s back.

“Kraaaagh!”

Namgung Cheon let out a horrific scream unlike any I’d heard before.

Just as Eok I-geon was about to deliver the final strike to completely end his life!

“Let me do it!”

Namgung San shouted as he approached and blocked Eok I-geon’s path.

“Please let me do it! I beg you!”

Namgung San pleaded, almost wailing.

“…”

Eok I-geon looked at me silently.

What must his feelings be like?

My heart grew heavy at his desperate struggle, and I nodded while withdrawing my sword.

Then Eok I-geon also followed my lead and stepped back.

“Sniff!”

Namgung San wiped away his tears, raised his sword, and headed toward Namgung Cheon.

Thump!

As if anticipating his own death, Namgung Cheon could no longer hold on and collapsed to the floor.

“Huu…”

The sight of Namgung Cheon groaning with his face pressed to the ground, even drooling, was shocking even to me.

For someone who once commanded respect in Gangho, it was truly a pitiful end.

“Sob, Grandfather…”

Namgung San’s voice calling out to Namgung Cheon was filled with longing and affection.

Tears flowed endlessly from his eyes.

“Haa.”

But after some time passed, he seemed to steel his resolve.

Namgung San gripped his sword tightly and looked up at the sky once.

“S-San…”

Then Namgung Cheon seemed to regain consciousness and called for his grandson.

I could see Namgung San’s body flinch.

Fearing his resolve might waver, I remained tense until the very end.

“…”

Fortunately, Namgung San seemed to have made his decision.

His expression twisted with determination.

Without any preparation, Namgung San moved.

Stab!

His sword pierced through Namgung Cheon’s heart.

“Guk!”

Namgung Cheon stared at his grandson with disbelieving eyes. His lips moved as if trying to say something, but I couldn’t make out what.

Thud!

After trembling once, Namgung Cheon’s body went limp and collapsed.

Thus died Namgung Cheon, one of the Ten Greatest Martial Artists.

By the hand of his grandson Namgung San, whom he treasured more than anything in the world.

“Sob.”

Namgung San knelt before Namgung Cheon’s corpse, desperately holding back his bursting tears.

Was he apologizing?

After spending some time like that, Namgung San carried Namgung Cheon’s body and returned to Sega.

Eok I-geon and I just watched his retreating figure.

Now everything was truly over.

This was the moment when my grandmother’s revenge, which I had sought to achieve, was finally complete.

‘But what is this unsettled feeling?’

I thought I’d feel refreshed after completing my revenge, but I don’t feel satisfied at all.

“Are you alright?”

Perhaps my psychological state showed on my face, as Eok I-geon stared at me intently and asked.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

I just became a bit sentimental, but there was no reason I wouldn’t be fine.

Watching the grieving Namgung San must have maxed out my empathy.

As expected, I’m definitely a capital F type.

“Thank you, Young Master.”

“For what?”

“You helped me get revenge for Grandmother!”

To change the mood, I linked arms with Eok I-geon and leaned my head on his shoulder.

I can do this much with my fiancé, right?

Hehe.

“Ahem!”

“Hmm!”

“Hrmm!”

It was then that sudden throat clearing sounds were heard.

I could tell who it was without looking.

I naturally bent down and moved away from Eok I-geon.

“Oh my, what’s this stuck on here?”

While I was at it, I brushed off the dust on my legs.

Then I turned around with a bright smile.

“Grandfathers!”

At my call, the three grandfathers approached right up to my nose as if they had teleported.

“How was I? Yap yap! Swoosh! Huyaap!”

To erase my embarrassment, I deliberately mimicked swinging a sword barehanded and throwing feather needles.

“Did you know the old men were watching?”

“Of course!”

You’re all walking powerhouses of internal energy.

“How could I not sense Grandfathers’ presence!”

“I should have reduced my presence so it wouldn’t be so noticeable.”

“Our granddaughter, thank you for growing up so well!”

“It was a flawless fight!”

Huh?

But why are you looking behind me while speaking to me?

And what’s with those looks in your eyes?

Behind me, there was only Eok I-geon.

For some reason I didn’t understand, all three of them were glaring at Eok I-geon with one heart and mind.

What did Eok I-geon do wrong?

There wasn’t even time for him to do anything wrong?

Besides, didn’t you just see our combination technique?

Our coordination was perfect!

We worked together so well it was almost spine-tingling.

‘Right, it’s not like this is the first or second time something like this has happened.’

I just figured something must have rubbed them the wrong way and let it slide.

“You worked hard.”

“Well done.”

The voices of Grandpa Tak and Bandit Grandfather praising me were relatively calm.

“My child, you did well! You did great!”

On the other hand, Eok Grandfather was imitating Grandmother’s way of speaking while continuously patting my head.

It was probably because I had avenged Grandmother.

“Hehe, I did well, right?”

“Of course!”

“You know, Grandfather. Our Grand…”

“Ling’s granddaughter! Yes!”

Eok Grandfather spoke the words I was going to say.

Given the situation, I broke my usual rule of equal investment and invested a little more time in Eok Grandfather.

A life of being loved was sweet, but sometimes you had to use your head wisely too.

At that moment.

Ssang-myeon-gun-ja Sang Gwan-su was spreading out a long piece of paper and grinding ink in an inkstone.

Deep wrinkles formed on his forehead as if he was lost in profound thought.

“What are you contemplating so deeply?”

Just then, a middle-aged woman, elegantly yet neatly dressed, brought tea on a tray.

“Ah, Wol-yeong.”

She was one of the five pillars of the Hao Clan, Flower Guild, one of the matrons of the courtesans.

“Are you composing a poem after such a long time?”

Wol-yeong handed him a teacup and sat beside him.

“…No.”

“Pardon?”

Wol-yeong looked at Sang Gwan-su with a strange gaze as he avoided answering, seeming embarrassed.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?”

“Yes, there’s a strange expression on it.”

Sang Gwan-su flinched at Wol-yeong’s unexpected remark.

Then a mischievous smile bloomed around Wol-yeong’s eyes.

“What are you trying to write?”

“Ahem!”

Sang Gwan-su cleared his throat and tried to avoid answering again, but as if she had expected this, Wol-yeong leaned her face closer.

“Alright. I get it!”

Finally, Sang Gwan-su decided to confess.

“I was creating a title.”

“A title?”

“For my niece… I thought I’d give it as a gift.”

“You mean that clever-looking child?”

When Sang Gwan-su nodded, Wol-yeong looked at him with even more curiosity.

“…Why are you looking at me like that again?”

“Why indeed. It’s not like you, Sect Leader. You’ve only met her two or three times at most, haven’t you?”

“That’s true.”

“You took her as your niece because of that child’s background too.”

Haowen Sect Leader Sang Gwan-su was someone who moved according to thorough calculations.

He had lived his entire life that way, and would continue to do so.

“I don’t understand it myself. Strangely, she keeps catching my eye.”

“Pfft.”

Watching Sang Gwan-su become serious, Wol-yeong smiled meaningfully.

“I think I might know why.”

“You think you know?”

Sang Gwan-su was puzzled about how she could know something he himself didn’t understand.

“It’s because it’s time for you to marry.”

“What? Marriage?”

A look of bewilderment appeared on Sang Gwan-su’s face.

“Don’t joke around. If I were going to do that, I should have done it long ago.”

“Is there necessarily a proper age for marriage? There are late marriages too, Sect Leader.”

“At this age, what! I just find Ho Jeon’s granddaughter cute, that’s all.”

“See? You find her cute so you make her your niece and create a title for her? Sect Leader, you want to have a child right now.”

“A child…”

Sang Gwan-su, who had been mulling over Wol-yeong’s words, soon smiled bitterly.

“That might be true.”

Having lived without knowing who his parents were, he too had no desperate longing for blood relations.

Then before he knew it, he had reached middle age, and now that life was somewhat comfortable, he seemed to yearn for familial affection.

“Anyway, she’s my first niece. Since I’ve become an uncle, I thought I’d create a title as a gift.”

Sang Gwan-su shook off his thoughts and began grinding ink again.

“If you’re going to do it, please make it a pretty one. Women like pretty things.”

“A pretty title. Haha!”

A pretty title, not a magnificent one.

The furrows on Sang Gwan-su’s forehead deepened even more.

“If it’s difficult, create several and let her choose directly.”

“Oh! That’s a good idea!”

As his dilemma was solved in an instant, Sang Gwan-su’s expression brightened.

“Before that, I should spread the rumors about the murderer who terrorized Hefei with fear even more, and Namgung Cheon’s name… should be kept hidden.”

Watching Sang Gwan-su muttering excitedly, Wol-yeong quietly wiped the corner of her mouth.

“Right! The murderer who appeared just when the Namgung Family entered seclusion. The mysterious female master Seolha of the mysterious sect Cheon-sin-mun who happened to be passing through Hefei! This kind of approach would be good!”

Sang Gwan-su picked up his brush and fell into pleasant contemplation for the first time in a while.

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