The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 88

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Chapter 88

“Excuse me? Gakju-nim?”

This old man, what’s wrong with his eyes?

What is he thinking about that suddenly made him so dazed?

The story was just about to get interesting.

If our grandmother appeared with a “ta-da!” just when he was on the verge of death by the assassins, he should be opening his mouth about the magnificent exploits of Tian Shou Du Hua Dang Ying Ling!

After talking his head off about his own story that no one was curious about, what is this at the most important moment?

I was so dumbfounded and frustrated that I almost burst out yelling.

“Gakju-nim? Gwihon Gakju-nim…?”

The others found it strange as well.

When Seo-ryeon called him a couple of times with concern, only then did Gong Pae-cheon seem to come to his senses and continue speaking.

“…Ah! Sorry. The shock from that time was so great that my head went blank for a moment.”

“I think I would be the same. Facing dozens of Salmak assassins alone, I can’t even imagine how difficult it must have been. It’s because of Gakju-nim’s skills that you endured that much.”

Seo-ryeon’s empathy skills were this outstanding.

She hurriedly poured water into a cup and handed it to Gong Pae-cheon.

“At least drink this.”

“Thank you.”

Gong Pae-cheon smiled faintly and gulped down the water in one go.

‘That doesn’t seem right… Something’s suspicious…’

To me, Uncle Gong Pae-cheon’s words sounded like nothing more than an excuse to avoid the situation.

Why?

He had just confessed to falling into mental trauma.

But look at this.

Is that the face of such a person?

With his flushed expression and appearance of trying to calm his fever, he looked to me exactly like an adolescent boy recalling his first love.

‘Honestly…’

Though he couldn’t compare to grandmother, Uncle Gong Pae-cheon was also quite handsome.

Should I say he had the neat image of a scholar rarely seen in the Demonic Sect?

I thought he couldn’t fight at all, but from what I heard, he didn’t seem to be completely weak either.

“Can you continue the story?”

What are you saying?

Of course you should!

It was cut off at the most important part, shouldn’t you, mister?

I was shocked by Seo-ryeon’s words and glared at Gong Pae-cheon.

Even when grandmother confided in me about past events, she only said she was able to escape to the Demonic Sect thanks to Uncle Gong Pae-cheon, but didn’t explain about him in detail.

That’s why I absolutely must hear it!

Am I the only one curious?

Even Eok I-geon had put down his beloved dumplings and was listening intently, so if you do this… huh?

I was startled as I unconsciously looked at Eok I-geon.

Why is this guy acting like this again?

Since when has he been interested in other people’s stories?

‘Gasp, could that look in his eyes…’

Is he thinking that Gong Pae-cheon should have died back then?

Because then he could save himself the trouble?

It was just my speculation, but it was definitely the kind of thinking Eok I-geon would have and more.

“Why bring up such an embarrassing story?”

Then grandmother, who had been quiet until now, urged as she brought out noodles and dumplings.

“Forget about all those past events and just finish your meal before going in. Seolha, you should hurry up and eat too.”

“…Tch.”

Others wouldn’t know.

That Shin Geum is pressuring me right now.

If I don’t just let this go, my back will be destroyed as soon as the guests leave.

Maybe now that she’s regained her true form, she might discipline me in a different way.

“I don’t need dumplings.”

I backed down for now because I was scared of getting scolded, but I didn’t want to completely give up.

I made my own petty rebellion by picking at the noodles.

Even in this situation, the broth taste was amazing, which was frustrating.

“Gakju-nim, you must tell us again next time.”

I didn’t forget to ask in a small voice without grandmother noticing.

But from then, one day passed, then two days, three days, four days… even after eight days, Uncle Gong Pae-cheon didn’t open his mouth.

Even though he came and went to the noodle shop constantly without missing a single day, whenever the word “old days” came up, he kept his mouth tightly shut.

As if he had received secret orders not to even mention that day.

“Isn’t this really petty? What’s so special about that story that he won’t tell it?”

Tap tap tap tap tap!

I squatted down next to Sook, who was busily chopping on the cutting board, and cursed without a subject.

“Maybe he has some intention?”

“Intention?”

“Yeah, he’s not someone who would do that for no reason.”

That’s true.

Gong Pae-cheon was the great strategist of the Demonic Sect.

Though he sometimes became a half-wit when with grandmother, he was someone with exceptional brains.

The fact that Eok I-geon killed him before his father, the Cheonma, could also be said to prove his abilities.

“But why is there so much?”

The place where Sook and I were currently located was surprisingly a corner of the kitchen at the Hyeon-ma Tak Family.

Why was Sook, who should be at Yeong-eun Hall, here?

That was because of Cheonma’s order.

Since it was a feast day held at the Tak Family for the first time in over ten years, he ordered them to lend a hand.

It must have been his heart wanting to somehow atone for his mother’s work.

Anyway, for that reason, maids from headquarters were drafted, and Sook was cooking, making use of her specialty.

I was gossiping about Uncle Gong Pae-cheon beside such Sook.

“There’s a lot. You should eat at least this much.”

Even answering my story, Sook finally completed the food.

True to her Jami-gwan origins, she worked without rest and quickly prepared a full table.

“He’s your real grandfather, Seolha. Congratulations once again on finding family. You know how I feel, right?”

“Why are you saying the same thing again? At this rate, my ears will start bleeding!”

I was actually fine with it, but Sook, who learned about my situation, cried for several days, which made me quite flustered.

However, I felt good that Sook, even knowing my real identity, didn’t act awkward and treated me the same as usual.

“Let me see. There should be people outside, right?”

Sook struggled to carry the table and headed outside.

The food needed to be taken out before it got cold, but there was no suitable person.

Since it was such a day, everyone seemed busy.

Moreover, since there were no familiar faces, it seemed awkward to ask for help.

That’s why I was here.

“Give it to me.”

“Huh?”

“Give me the table. I’ll carry it.”

The sight of the small thing carrying a table bigger than herself and scurrying around was particularly bothersome today.

“No!”

Then Sook was startled and refused.

“What if someone sees us like this?”

“Who’s going to see? Everyone’s busy.”

“At this rate, they’ll sound the alarm!”

I burst out laughing at Sook’s words.

“The person who’ll sound that alarm would probably be me.”

I took the tray and set it down on the floor for now.

“And there’s no one around here who recognizes me. I haven’t even changed clothes yet.”

I decided to make my appearance when the real banquet began.

It seemed like Grandpa Tak, understanding my nature, had shown consideration.

“You sit down.”

I gently grabbed Sook’s shoulder and seated her in a chair positioned in the corner of the kitchen.

“You worked hard cooking, so rest a bit. I’ll be back soon, so let’s eat.”

“What! You’re planning to eat here too?”

“If I eat out there, I’ll get indigestion. There’ll be more than a few people to greet, so I need to eat well first.”

“You’re right about that.”

“Let’s make bibimbap after a long time. How about it?”

Slurp, saliva was already pooling in my mouth.

During my maid days, the bibimbap I secretly made with Sook using leftover side dishes at Jami-gwan was so delicious.

After becoming Cheonma’s disciple, it was naturally time I could no longer have.

“Well then, I’ll be back. Oh, if I’m too late, just eat first! Got it?”

Sook’s expression was still conflicted about whether this was okay.

For my friend’s sake, I lifted the tray high, balanced it on my head, and quickly left the kitchen.

“I wonder if Grandpa Tak will like it?”

He won’t scold me for not being able to abandon my maid habits, will he?

Just in case, when I get near, I should read the situation and hand over the tray or something.

People might feel uncomfortable because of me.

‘Still, since Sook made it with care, please enjoy it.’

I muttered to myself and walked quickly toward where grandfather was.

It was when I was passing through the backstreet that servants used.

“Well, well! The Tak Family is truly impressive! For a mere maid to be this pretty!”

A man blocking the path suddenly thrust his face close to mine.

‘Whoa!’

It was close enough that we almost headbutted each other.

If I hadn’t immediately spun my body to dodge, I would have spilled the tray.

“Oh, your reflexes are pretty good?”

The man flicked his tongue and grinned wickedly.

“Pretty girl, my seclusion just ended, you know? How about we go over there and have some fun together?”

Wait a minute.

So this is what murim-style catcalling is?

It was annoying even when I read about it in novels, but experiencing it myself makes me much more furious.

There doesn’t seem to be anyone watching, so should I just kill this bastard?

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