The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 39

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Chapter 39

“Ah, Father! What are you saying right now? Teaching martial arts? Did you truly bestow such grace upon this lowly thing?”

“Did you just say lowly thing?”

When Cheonma extended his hand, Eok Wi-baek, who had been kneeling prostrate at his feet, floated up into the air.

He grabbed his son by the collar and asked like a demon.

“This father clearly stated it. I personally transmitted martial arts to her. Say it again.”

“I, I am… your first son, Eok Wi-baek. How can you treat your own child like this?”

Even while trembling in fear, Eok Wi-baek couldn’t hold back his inner thoughts. When he asked with genuine sorrow, Cheonma answered coldly.

“You live because you are my child. From now on, you must choose your words carefully. Do you understand?”

“I, I will keep that in mind.”

Wow, even watching made my knees weak.

Saying he let him live because he’s his son.

I suppose this is fitting for the father who raised Eok I-geon.

But I really don’t understand the reason.

Why is Cheonma going this far for me, who is merely a maid?

The sect leaders who never even glanced at me are now desperately trying to make eye contact with me, and the burden is driving me crazy.

Cheonma’s disciple.

I’m scared Grandmother might faint from shock if she finds out.

“Hwi-gyeom, tell the truth.”

Cheonma seemed to suspect Eok Wi-baek was the culprit. At his stern voice, Eok Hwi-gyeom immediately confessed everything he knew.

“…So you kidnapped Seolha to provoke your younger brother’s anger? And used Gunjazan in the process?”

The drug used on me was Gunjazan?

Based on my experience with martial arts novels, Gunjazan was a type of mild anesthetic.

It has the drawback of temporarily preventing the use of internal energy, but I know it heals naturally over time.

Phew, that was a relief.

This was welcome news while I was anxious about not being able to use my internal energy.

At least my precious internal power would return by tonight.

“Pathetic fool! You schemed such a thing just to torment one younger brother? Can you still call yourself the first prince of our sect!”

“I was wrong! I just thought I was playing a light prank…!”

“Shut up! Your mother wasn’t like this, so why are you such a mess in everything!”

When his dead mother was mentioned, Eok Wi-baek could no longer make excuses and hung his head low.

“Instead of wasting time on foolish acts, you should train more in martial arts! The reason your skills are still so pathetic despite being the first prince is all because of your rotten character!”

Exactly, you should have properly educated his character from the beginning.

A famous child psychology expert once said.

Children are originally without fault.

It’s mostly the parents who ruin the child.

Just look at the three Eok brothers here and you can tell, right?

I’m grateful he’s standing up for me, but in my eyes, Uncle Cheonma hasn’t done anything good for his children either.

“I order you to undergo solitary training in Yeonma-dong for three months! If anyone dares disobey my command and secretly helps you in Yeonma-dong, I will sever their limbs, destroy their danjeon, and throw them into the deepest part of Gumaok!”

Punishment for Eok Wi-baek was handed down.

“I obey.”

Two martial artists appeared from somewhere, grabbed Eok Wi-baek’s arms, and disappeared like the wind.

You’d expect him to plead with his father at least once, but surprisingly, Eok Wi-baek was dragged away obediently.

Though I’m a bit disappointed I couldn’t deal with him personally, seeing Eok Wi-baek being dragged away pale as a sheet made me feel somewhat relieved.

Would it be too much to expect him to reform after three months?

“Are you alright?”

As I stared blankly at Eok Wi-baek’s retreating figure, Cheonma approached and spoke to me.

His gentle behavior was such a contrast to his earlier frightening scolding of his son that it gave everyone, including myself, chills.

He was originally kind, but not to this extent.

Am I remembering wrong?

I tried to hide my confused feelings and offered my thanks.

“I greet Cheonma. Please forgive me for only now showing proper courtesy due to the chaos.”

“I told you there’s no need for that every time.”

“I am merely a lowly maid. Please withdraw such impossible commands.”

“Speaking of which, seeing today’s events, your status seems to be the problem. How dare the first prince fail to recognize my disciple.”

“Dis, disciple! Those words are far too undeserved!”

Please don’t do this to me.

Just the fact that I learned martial arts would already cause an uproar.

The day I officially become a disciple, all the sect members’ attention will obviously focus on me.

That would greatly interfere with my plan to leave the Demonic Sect, and if I’m really unlucky, I might have to live here forever.

Then when Eok I-geon kills his father and brothers to unify the martial world and ascends as Cheonma, I too would be cruelly murdered.

That couldn’t happen.

I absolutely must escape the Demonic Sect.

So I absolutely cannot become a disciple.

“After transmitting martial arts to you, I’ve been thinking. It started as amusement, but now that it’s come to this, I’m thinking of formally teaching you.”

“How, how could I dare…!”

“Don’t be surprised. I don’t invest in those without talent.”

Does that mean I have talent?

“I’ll issue an official announcement soon, so prepare yourself. Ghost Spirit Hall Master.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

Gong Pae-cheon immediately approached at Cheonma’s command.

“From today, I name Seolha as my direct disciple, so treat her with the same respect as the third prince. I want to raise this disciple I gained late in life well.”

“I will obey your command.”

No one opposes taking a maid as a disciple.

Even if it’s Cheonma’s order, isn’t this wrong?

No, shouldn’t you ask what I, the actual person involved, think!

Of course, I knew better than anyone that I wouldn’t have the courage to refuse.

If he gets upset and destroys a mountain range, I’d go straight to the afterlife, so how could someone like me dare say no.

Being kidnapped by Eok Wi-baek was actually better.

Becoming Cheonma’s disciple was a more terrible disaster than being selected as Eok I-geon’s personal maid.

Grandmother, what should I do!

Why is this novel flowing like this?

“And Eok I-geon. Do you know your sin?”

Huh?

Just as I was floundering in despair, Cheonma suddenly scolded Eok I-geon.

“I know. If you punish me, I will accept it gladly.”

Know what?

Eok I-geon, what did you do wrong?

“How neglectful you must have been toward Seolha for such a thing to happen! Have you already forgotten what your father warned you before!”

“I apologize.”

“You too will enter seclusion training for one month! Fix that rotten mental state completely before returning!”

“Father, I…”

“That’s an unfair punishment! Prince Lee did nothing wrong. He’s the one who saved me!”

At that moment, I don’t know why I stepped forward.

I was definitely just watching quietly, but when I came to my senses, I found myself confronting Cheonma.

Am I crazy?

Just because he said he’d make me a disciple, do I fear nothing?

I could feel Cheonma’s gaze toward me changing.

Well, look at this.

Who does that fierce attitude remind me of?

‘Huh? What was that just now?’

Cheonma clearly hadn’t said anything. He had simply made eye contact with me.

Yet somehow, a strange phenomenon occurred where I felt like I could hear his words.

Was I hearing things due to fear?

I hoped he might cancel his decision to take me as a disciple for being disrespectful.

If the opponent were Eok I-geon, my head might fly off, but somehow I felt Cheonma would at least spare my life.

“Do you truly think he saved you?”

“Yes! And I was kidnapped outside the castle. Prince Lee had no idea!”

“That is the point. Failing to predict contingencies. Because of that, dozens of demonic cult members died. Do you still claim there is no guilt?”

“But… but that was because he was trying to save me… it couldn’t be helped…”

Perhaps due to Cheonma’s words, the chaotically piled corpses suddenly came into view.

It seemed like sophistry at first glance, but ultimately, too many people had lost their lives.

If blame were to be assigned, who should bear it?

First would naturally be Eok Wi-baek, and next would be Eok I-geon who had harmed them.

Perhaps Cheonma was questioning whether Eok I-geon’s extreme response had been justified.

After all, it was true that the crazed Eok I-geon had crossed the line with his killing.

“Very well. Today I shall show special mercy. It is the day I gained a precious disciple.”

Cheonma smiled while looking at me.

I didn’t know why he had suddenly changed his decision, but I was relieved that Eok I-geon wouldn’t be punished.

“We shall meet again soon.”

Cheonma gave me and Eok I-geon one final look before leaving Geomun-gak.

Gong Pae-cheon and the Sect Leader hurriedly followed behind him.

Just as I thought everything was finally over and was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

“…?”

I noticed that one of the Sect Leaders following Cheonma couldn’t take his eyes off me.

He kept turning his head to stare at me, as if he had known me from before.

Maybe I looked interesting since I was Cheonma’s disciple.

Damn it, I’m Cheonma’s disciple.

Faced with this reality I didn’t want to believe, I closed my eyes in despair.

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