The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 64

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Chapter 64

“Who’s here to see me?”

Sim Ui-cheon, who had been buried in a pile of documents, stopped what he was doing and looked up at the supervisor’s words.

“The head of Goru Wi-ga has come to see you.”

Even the supervisor answering seemed puzzled. That was understandable since Wi-rin had never once visited the family estate since Sim Ui-cheon became the head.

Unless it was an official day when all Six Great Demon Clans gathered, they weren’t close enough to meet privately.

“Bring him in for now.”

Sim Ui-cheon left his office and headed to the reception room. Soon Wi-rin of the Wi family entered, guided by the supervisor.

“Welcome, Lord Wi.”

“Lord Sim, I hope I’m not visiting during a busy time.”

“I’m always the same as usual. But what brings you here? I was quite surprised to hear that Lord Wi had come.”

“Haha, I’ve been distant from Lord Sim all this time, so I came without notice because it was weighing on me.”

“Suddenly?”

The two weren’t close, but their relationship wasn’t bad either.

Sim Ui-cheon had deep ties with the Tak family, and Wi-rin was close with the Yeo family, so it was more accurate to say they had relatively few occasions to associate.

“I must be getting old. The late Lord Sim appeared in my dreams recently.”

“My father did?”

“When I thought about what his feelings must have been leaving behind young you, I felt I should look after Lord Sim now, even if it’s late.”

“Is that so? I’m grateful just for your words.”

Though he smiled warmly on the outside, Sim Ui-cheon’s mind turned cold.

The Lord Wi he knew wasn’t someone who would make such sentimental remarks while bringing up his father.

Moreover, even when his father was alive, the two families had maintained a distant relationship.

‘He wants something.’

Whatever it was would come out as they talked.

Sim Ui-cheon offered refreshments and waited, making appropriate responses while wondering when Wi-rin’s preamble would end.

“By the way, about the First Miss.”

‘So this was it.’

After beating around the bush with talk about the martial arts competition, he finally brought up Cheonma’s Disciple.

Had they already caught on?

“Doesn’t she resemble someone?”

“…Resemble?”

Sim Ui-cheon finally realized what he had come to confirm. However, he pretended not to know.

“Who are you referring to?”

“Tak Ga-ju’s dead daughter.”

“Seon-hwa… you mean?”

“Exactly! Weren’t you and Lord Sim very close friends with her?”

“Yes, we were close since we were the same age. But have you ever seen Seon-hwa, Lord Wi?”

After his wife died, Tak Joong-hak’s anxiety about his only daughter Tak Seon-hwa reached extreme levels.

Because of this, she had to spend most of her time within the family estate, and outings were only occasionally permitted on special days. Even then, she was always accompanied by at least five guards.

Therefore, to see his childhood friend Tak Seon-hwa, Sim Ui-cheon had no choice but to visit the Tak family directly.

Even for someone of similar age, it would have been difficult to remember Seon-hwa’s face in such circumstances, so Sim Ui-cheon wondered how Lord Wi, who wasn’t even the same age, could remember Seon-hwa.

“I caught a glimpse of her at a headquarters event. She was wearing a veil so I couldn’t see her clearly, but her graceful bearing left an impression.”

“I see.”

“I thought I’d have another chance to meet her later, but she left headquarters, so there was no opportunity.”

“Then you don’t clearly remember Seon-hwa’s face either.”

“That’s why I’m asking Lord Sim. Doesn’t the First Miss resemble Tak Ga-ju’s dead daughter?”

“Well…”

Sim Ui-cheon stroked his chin, lost in thought.

“From what I can see… I’m not sure.”

“What do you mean you’re not sure? Something like she seems similar, or something like that?”

“No. The opposite.”

“The opposite?”

“Though the First Miss is also beautiful, she looks somewhat different from Seon-hwa.”

“…Is that so?”

“I was her closest friend, so there’s no way I wouldn’t remember her face.”

Sim Ui-cheon continued with a mournful tone, as if lost in sadness.

“…That makes sense too.”

“It seems this wasn’t the answer you were hoping for.”

When Sim Ui-cheon expressed doubt at Wi-rin’s disappointed expression, he waved his hands in denial.

“It’s not that. I was just thinking I must have seen wrong.”

Tak Joong-hak had broken his long seclusion and appeared at the dueling arena yesterday. Sim Ui-cheon also knew that this had caused a stir in the Demonic Sect.

He naturally had in mind that Goru Wi-ga and Cheonhyeol Yeo Clan would be tense.

But he hadn’t expected them to try to find a connection between the First Miss and Tak Ga-ju.

‘Did the elder let his guard down?’

Last night, Sim Ui-cheon had visited the Tak family at Tak Joong-hak’s summons and learned that Cheonma’s Disciple was Seon-hwa’s daughter and Tak Joong-hak’s granddaughter.

How much he had cried upon hearing the secret from 17 years ago.

Sim Ui-cheon and Tak Seon-hwa, who had no siblings, had grown up together like friends and siblings.

At the tragic death of that friend, anger welled up in his chest and he couldn’t stay still.

It was Tak Joong-hak who calmed such a Sim Ui-cheon.

He said that even Cheonma didn’t know Seolha’s true identity.

Everything would be revealed when the time came, so he should just endure until then, he comforted him.

But to think they were digging into this from an unexpected direction.

“Since we’re talking about the First Miss, at that age to have such skills, isn’t it really amazing?”

Sim Ui-cheon deliberately continued the conversation with Wi-rin.

Until the elder’s plan was carried out, everything had to be kept secret.

At the time when Sim Ui-cheon was dealing with Wi-rin.

Tak Joong-hak visited Shin Geum’s Noodle Shop once again.

“You’re just arriving now?”

Seeing him, Shin Geum greeted him as if she had been waiting.

“You knew I would come?”

“You’re later than I expected. Anyway, wait here.”

Shin Geum went into the kitchen and bustled about, then brought out hot noodles and dumplings.

“I didn’t come because I was hungry.”

“If you have questions, ask while you eat. A ghost that dies after eating also looks better.”

Looking at Tak Joong-hak, whose face had become half its size in just a few days, Shin Geum clicked her tongue.

“Here, have a sip of water first.”

“Somehow this sounds like a threat that you won’t answer if I don’t eat.”

“You’re correct.”

Shin Geum sat across from Tak Joong-hak and poured herself a glass of water too.

There were other customers in the shop, but she had already noticed that they were all Tak Joong-hak’s subordinates.

“My granddaughter says our house has the best-tasting water.”

“Did she?”

Tak Joong-hak immediately took a sip of water.

“How is it? Does it really seem that way?”

“Before drinking, I thought all water tasted the same, but it seems my granddaughter was right.”

“Pfft! Right about what? All water tastes the same. Oh my, here’s another granddaughter fool.”

“What?”

“Don’t be angry, since I’m the first fool.”

“Well, I’ll be.”

He never thought he’d be called a fool at over eighty years old.

Tak Joong-hak absentmindedly picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of noodles.

“It tastes better than I expected.”

“I may not look like much, but I’ve been in this business for 17 years.”

“It must have been difficult at first. Running a business with that newborn baby.”

“Should I start from there?”

Shin Geum had been almost certain that Tak Joong-hak would return to the noodle shop.

He had just found his precious granddaughter, his only daughter’s child.

How could he not be curious about what had happened all this time?

“Seolha was a peculiar child from when she was young. When I was busy with business, she wouldn’t cry even when hungry or when she soiled herself. Then once all the customers left, only then would she wail her heart out. As if saying ‘now please look at me.'”

“What a filial daughter.”

“Then when she started toddling around, she helped with my work. With her tiny hands, she’d bring water glasses to customers, and sometimes people would give her pocket money, saying she was adorable.”

A smile bloomed on Shin Geum’s lips as she recalled those times.

“Around age seven, she was called the neighborhood gang leader. She bossed around even kids bigger than her, acting all high and mighty. But when the children teased her for not having parents, she’d come home crying her eyes out.”

“…That must have been heartbreaking.”

“That was something I couldn’t do anything about, so it really broke my heart. But now that she has a grandfather, wouldn’t she be happy?”

“Do you truly think so?”

“Now I see you came to test me because you were afraid of that?”

“Ahem!”

Just as Tak Joong-hak avoided Shin Geum’s eyes and picked up a dumpling, a telepathic message came from his subordinate.

“My lord, the head of the Yeo family is heading toward the noodle shop.”

“You mean Yeo Gong is coming?”

“Yes!”

“What’s the matter?”

When Shin Geum looked strangely at Tak Joong-hak who had suddenly gone silent, he hurriedly conveyed the situation through telepathy.

And shortly after, the noodle shop door opened and Yeo Gong appeared.

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