The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

There was no need to hear polite words about how delicious it was.

It wasn’t in Eok I-geon’s nature to say such things anyway, and the bowl without a single drop of broth left already spoke for his feelings.

“Then I shall take my leave now.”

Cheon-gang had advised me to refrain from speaking as much as possible in front of Eok I-geon, but from my half-day experience, he actually tended to demand explanations quite often.

Though I was still nervous, I intended to say what needed to be said from now on.

I didn’t want to die for not answering.

Huh?

But why won’t this lift?

I had already given my farewell, so it was time to take the table away.

But this damn table wouldn’t budge at all.

The noodles were all eaten and the ice water was completely drained, so it should be lighter than before, yet it wouldn’t move as if it had become a boulder.

“…Y-Young Master?”

Finding the cause wasn’t particularly difficult.

Sure enough, it was because Eok I-geon was pressing down on the table.

With just one index finger.

He wasn’t even applying force, just resting his finger on it, yet the table seemed glued to the floor.

Flustered, I held both sides of the table and faced Eok I-geon in an awkward position.

As expected, he was glaring at me menacingly again.

If you want something, just say it, you bastard!

What the hell are you going to do with that mouth of yours?

Do I have to read minds on top of everything else?

All sorts of curses swirled in my mind, but at the same time, I frantically racked my brain.

What could Eok I-geon want to say to me at this moment? What did he want?

Could it be… that?

Eok I-geon was nineteen years old.

In our country’s terms, that would be about a high school senior.

Boys that age wouldn’t be satisfied with just one bowl of noodle soup.

Isn’t that the prime age when they’d cook several packets of ramen at once?

Moreover, Eok I-geon was someone who used his body physically.

I didn’t have any athletes around me, but I’d heard they ate enormous amounts.

“Should… should I bring more noodles?”

Eok I-geon neither nodded nor replied.

He simply removed his finger. It was a silent command to bring it immediately.

‘Geez.’

The sisters at Jami-gwan would be thrilled.

I ran while carrying the table. From Eok I-geon’s expression, it seemed like something terrible would happen if I was late.

Fortunately, there was plenty of chicken noodle soup prepared, and I returned to the pavilion without delay.

Eok I-geon’s noodle slurping began again.

Just in case, I had brought nearly twice the amount as before, and he devoured it all in the blink of an eye.

Yet not a single drop of broth splashed, and he ate so cleanly that his natural elegance showed through.

After finishing his second bowl and putting down his chopsticks, Eok I-geon’s face looked very satisfied.

It might be good to serve different types of noodles for lunch for a while.

He probably won’t grab the table legs and hold on again.

Contrary to my worries, this time the table lifted very easily.

Finally able to escape from Eok I-geon, I was genuinely delighted and quickly moved my body to descend from the pavilion.

Though the ordeals of dinner and late-night snacks still remained, having safely completed lunch made me feel much more at ease.

Let’s get as far away from here as possible.

For the sake of my mental and physical well-being, it was a necessary measure, even if brief.

“The Young Master seems to have a good appetite today.”

On one side of the training grounds stood a zelkova tree with quite a thick trunk.

Cheon-gang, who had been watching Eok I-geon from beneath it, walked toward me with a smile.

Oh, my favorite is smiling at me.

Just this morning he seemed to find me pathetic, but this was remarkable progress.

“He must have been very hungry. How about you, Cheon-gang?”

Since I happened to have something to give him, I set the table down on the ground and asked.

“I didn’t see you eat anything for breakfast or lunch either. Aren’t you hungry?”

“Don’t worry about my meals. You’re the Young Master’s maid, so you just need to take care of the Young Master.”

“Yes, that’s true. But people need to eat to work. What work can you do on an empty stomach? Especially for a bodyguard like you, shouldn’t you eat more?”

“No, I’m…”

“Here, this. I got this from a friend at Jami-gwan, please have it, Cheon-gang.”

What I offered was a rice ball that Sook had given me.

She would occasionally pack them for me to eat at the laundry area, and they tasted absolutely amazing.

Despite her clumsy personality, she was naturally gifted at cooking.

“This is really delicious. Even just one will completely fill you up.”

“I’m really fine. I can’t take something your friend gave you out of consideration.”

“I didn’t say I’d give you all of them, did I?”

“…What?”

“I have one too.”

I triumphantly pulled out the remaining rice ball from my sleeve.

It wasn’t an empty boast – one rice ball really was filling enough.

“Actually, what you told me this morning was very helpful. I’m giving this as thanks for that, so please don’t refuse anymore. It’s embarrassing for me.”

Surely he’ll accept it after I’ve said this much?

Who could understand this feeling of wanting to feed something delicious to my favorite?

“Alright, I understand. Thank you.”

Yes!

Cheon-gang finally gave in to my earnest tone.

He smiled as he took the wrapper containing the rice ball, then immediately took a big bite right there.

Whoa, he’s eating it here?

I naturally assumed he’d eat it quietly alone indoors, but apparently I had misjudged Cheon-gang.

He seemed to be a much more easygoing person than I thought.

“You weren’t just being polite.”

After swallowing a bite of the rice ball, Cheon-gang’s expression had changed.

“This is the best rice ball I’ve ever had.”

“Right? My friend’s cooking skills are no joke.”

Before I knew it, the rice ball had completely disappeared from Cheon-gang’s hands.

What crossed his eyes after finishing it was clear regret.

Oh yeah, successfully fed my favorite!

I never expected to experience the joy of tribute here.

“I’ll get more for you next time.”

“I’ll be in your debt.”

Given Cheon-gang’s usual personality, he would have refused, saying he couldn’t be a burden, but the rice ball must have been exceptionally delicious.

Indeed, nothing beats food when it comes to winning people over.

“Well then, Cheon-gang, I’ll be going now. I’ll see you at dinner!”

Time was tight if I wanted to sweep and clean the interior of Geonyeong-gak again.

The booklet Lady Gwak gave me stated that Eok I-geon had mysophobia and required cleaning twice a day without fail.

Anyway, he’s so high-maintenance.

I picked up the table I had set down and walked toward the training grounds entrance with heavy steps.

That’s when I turned my head, curious about what Eok I-geon was doing.

“…!”

I nearly dropped the tray right then and there.

What, what was that?

Why was he glaring at me with those eyes again!

I don’t know when it started, but Eok I-geon had been shooting lasers at me.

His aura was so murderous that despite the considerable distance between us, I felt as if my throat was being sliced.

It was a miracle my heart didn’t stop, and I felt goosebumps rising all over my body, threatening to turn into hives.

Thank goodness I didn’t lose my composure.

What had I done wrong this time?

It was Eok I-geon’s habit to glare as if he wanted to kill me at the drop of a hat, but thinking about it, there was always a reason.

But now, no matter how much I racked my brain, I couldn’t find that reason.

When did he eat two whole bowls of noodle soup, and now he’s throwing a fit?

As expected, Eok I-geon was someone I couldn’t let my guard down around for even a moment.

I thought the atmosphere had relaxed somewhat over food, but that was my arrogance and delusion.

Right, what kind of person is Eok I-geon.

There’s no way he’d become docile so easily.

To preserve my life, I had to maintain a constant state of tension.

Feeling that fact painfully once again, I fled from the Training Grounds.

The brief beautiful moment with my favorite had long since disappeared into the depths of memory.

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