The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 45

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Chapter 45

After Eok Hwi-gyeom left Yeong-eun Hall, we were enveloped in an awkward atmosphere for different reasons.

This time, not only Yang So-baek but even Seo-ryeon had turned pale and was staring at me.

Only then did I realize what mistake I had made.

“Ah, that was a lie. I didn’t learn the Cheonma Divine Art.”

I had been too absorbed in provoking Eok Hwi-gyeom and forgot about them. I waved my hands repeatedly while denying it.

“Seo-ryeon, it’s not true. The martial art I learned from the Sect Leader is Senior Mahu’s martial art. So please calm down.”

They were each members of the Blood Shadow Unit and Yeom-wang Unit, martial organizations representing the Demonic Sect.

Receiving the transmission of Cheonma’s martial arts meant being his successor, so if my words were true, I would become their future lord.

Being surprised was, in a way, a natural reaction.

“Hey, it’s really true! Relax your expressions!”

Despite my confession, Yang So-baek still couldn’t recover from the shock.

“Seo-ryeon? You believe what I’m saying, right?”

Fortunately, Seo-ryeon wasn’t completely stunned like Yang So-baek.

I brought Eok I-geon into this for their sake.

“Young Master, please say something for me. You were there when I learned martial arts from the Sect Leader, weren’t you?”

“Everything Seolha said is true.”

Eok I-geon, armed with his characteristic expressionlessness, thankfully took my side willingly.

However, that was only for a brief moment.

“But you never know what the future holds. Who knows? Father might still transmit the Cheonma Divine Art to you now.”

“Do you truly believe that’s possible, Young Master?”

“My father is a capricious person. If his three sons don’t meet his standards, he could very well make you, his disciple, his successor.”

No.

That will absolutely never happen.

Because the next Cheonma will be you, Eok I-geon.

“Your imagination is excessive. I’m afraid someone might hear, so please never say such things again!”

Just becoming Cheonma’s disciple was already burdensome enough.

With all the demons’ attention focused on me right now, Eok I-geon’s remarks were extremely dangerous.

“Yang So-baek, you heard that clearly too, right?”

“…What?”

“If anyone asks about me, tell them I never learned anything like the Cheonma Divine Art.”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“Are you stupid? The rumor that you’re my friend has already spread everywhere, so do you think people will leave you alone?”

“…!”

“Our So-baek, you didn’t think that far ahead? Yeah, that’s very like you.”

It seemed he had rushed to me as soon as he heard the news.

He was originally the type who, once fixated on something, could think of nothing else.

“Anyway, you know how to answer now, right? Then you should hurry to work too. You’ll get scolded for being late.”

“Shin Seolha, are you stupid too?”

“What?”

“If I’m your friend like you said, who would scold me? They’d probably ask me tons of questions about you instead. Let me think. What embarrassing stories about you come to mind right now.”

“Oh? When you were startled and groveling was when, and now you’re breathing a little easier?”

“So you should treat me well, shouldn’t you?”

“Should I really try treating you well?”

“Eek, I’ll be late. I need to hurry before my attendance score gets deducted!”

He must have sensed the subtle madness flowing from me.

Yang So-baek suddenly jumped up, bowed to Eok I-geon, and rushed out hastily.

He’s only quick-witted at times like this.

Cute guy.

Thanks to that, my stress level, which had risen due to the sudden changes in my circumstances, seemed to drop a little.

Yang So-baek was my only friend, and having him here at Headquarters seemed to provide some comfort.

“Finally, it’s just us. I’m sorry even though I wasn’t the one who invited them.”

I hadn’t even had a proper conversation with Seo-ryeon yet while dealing with the uninvited guests.

When I apologized for this, Seo-ryeon jumped again.

“Please lower your speech. It’s too embarrassing to hear.”

“I’m not the type to speak carelessly…”

“You were doing fine with the Third Young Master just now…”

Ah, I forgot.

This sister was the type to speak her mind.

Earlier, perhaps due to my desire for revenge, I had gotten overly immersed without realizing it.

It would be awkward to explain in detail why I acted that way, and if I had to do it eventually, there was nothing wrong with starting now.

I just didn’t like this situation where I had to speak down to a character I had called sister and loved.

“Haha, he kept calling me sister, so I unconsciously…”

I brushed it off vaguely and greeted her properly once more.

“First, nice to meet you. I mean, nice to meet you. And thank you for becoming my guard.”

She must have had many concerns before quitting the successful Yeom-wang Unit to come to me.

I didn’t know how Eok I-geon had persuaded Seo-ryeon, but at least now that she had come to me, I intended to get along well with her.

“The honor is mine. I will serve you with all my heart.”

“You’ll need to provide close protection for the time being. There are so many crazy people at Headquarters that you never know when something might happen. Always be mindful of watching the surroundings, and report to me immediately if anything unusual occurs.”

Isn’t the top among those crazy people you, Eok I-geon?

When would he realize that the person he should be most wary of was actually himself?

But why was he telling her to report to him?

Seo-ryeon was clearly my guard. If something happened, the person who should receive the report was me, not Eok I-geon.

Even if there were problems with my safety, the proper order would be to inform Cheonma, my master, of the emergency.

Eok I-geon had no justification to interfere at all.

Now that I had become Cheonma’s disciple, I should consider the distance between Eok I-geon and me to have already grown.

Unless we made appointments, there would be almost no occasions to meet, and I would probably gradually be forgotten from his memory.

If that happened, I would see Cheon-gang less often too.

My mood suddenly plummeted at this realization.

Being assigned as Eok I-geon’s personal maid was the worst crisis of my possessed life, but being able to see my favorite character every day was the best benefit for me.

Should I visit occasionally under the pretext of asking about his well-being?

While my head was filled with worries no one else would know, the maid announced another visitor’s presence.

At this rate, would the entire day end with just receiving guests?

Now I was too tired to even guess who it might be.

I sat there blankly, drinking tea and looking toward the door with indifference.

“Cheon-gang!”

It took less than a second for me to brighten up and even shout.

“You’ve been discharged? You’re all better now, right?”

“Yes, Lady Seolha.”

After greeting me respectfully, Cheon-gang immediately approached Eok I-geon and whispered something.

If I concentrated on my hearing, I might be able to hear it, but that wouldn’t be proper, so I took a sip of tea.

By the way, this was the meeting between Cheon-gang and Seo-ryeon.

Even though they didn’t acknowledge each other, it was clear from the atmosphere that this wasn’t their first meeting.

Did Cheon-gang like Seo-ryeon even at this time?

Since I didn’t know when it started, I secretly watched them both with a sinister smile.

After all, other people’s love affairs are always the most interesting, aren’t they?

“I can’t refuse, it seems.”

What brought me back to reality was Eok I-geon’s heavy voice.

Was this a serious matter?

Wrinkles that didn’t suit Eok I-geon’s straight forehead appeared as if some major incident had occurred.

But why is he looking at me?

After finishing his conversation with Cheon-gang, Eok I-geon stared at me with eyes full of deep concern.

I had a bad feeling about this. I didn’t know what it was, but it damn well seemed to be related to me.

What was it that happened around this time again.

There weren’t many flashback stories, so I remember most of them, but there really wasn’t anything during this period.

“There will be a martial arts tournament held within the school in two weeks.”

“…I’m aware of that.”

Would it be okay for me to cheer for Yang So-baek in my position as Cheonma’s disciple?

I remembered the promise I had forgotten about with that guy.

“It seems you’ll need to participate in it as well.”

“Ah, are you telling me to watch the martial arts matches?”

“Not watch, but participate.”

“When you say participate…?”

It was a simple and short sentence, but strangely I couldn’t understand it well.

“It’s a request from the demonic practitioners who want to see the skills of Cheonma’s first disciple. They’re probably curious about what level your martial arts have reached after appearing so suddenly. It’s not unprecedented. There have been countless cases like this in the past.”

The Demonic Sect was a society that operated thoroughly based on ability.

A place where it was acceptable for subordinates to rise up and trample on weak superiors.

That’s why Cheonma always had to be strong, and his disciples had to be as well.

In this world, skill verification was essential until reaching a certain level.

“…Are you serious?”

A martial arts tournament for someone like me who had never even tried martial combat before.

Getting eliminated in the first round was a foregone conclusion.

To think I’d be humiliated right after becoming Cheonma’s disciple.

“There’s no choice, is there? Since they want to know so badly, we have no option but to show them.”

Hey, why are you suddenly putting force in your eyes?

You’re scaring the person watching.

Whatever had upset him, Eok I-geon’s complexion suddenly turned cold.

“The goal is victory. You can do it, right?”

Excuse me.

Is victory even remotely possible for someone who only knows lightness techniques!

“Starting today, it’s special training. Cheon-gang, Seo-ryeon. You’re prepared too, right?”

“Yes!”

“Of course!”

Cheon-gang and Seo-ryeon’s voices that rang loudly in my ears contained an inexplicable sense of determination.

I’m the one participating in the tournament, so why do these guys seem excited?

Looking at the three of them emanating more serious gazes than ever before, I was somehow enveloped in an ominous feeling.

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