The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93

“Aah!”

“Stop being dramatic.”

I really applied ointment to Eok Hwi-gyeom’s cheek. If this had been Elderly Ma’s ointment, it would heal quickly in just a day, but unfortunately, this was just ordinary ointment.

‘Will it take about a week to heal? Serves you right, you little brat.’

“That’s what you get for saying unnecessary things in such a situation.”

Getting angry again just thinking about it, I rubbed the ointment roughly as if I were scrubbing dirt off.

“Ah! Sister! Be gentle!”

Eok Hwi-gyeom leaned his face back and shouted.

Then Eok I-geon, who was with us, grabbed Eok Hwi-gyeom’s hair and returned him to his original position.

“Can’t you stay still?”

Eok Hwi-gyeom, who knew all too well how scary his second brother was, immediately became obedient.

“If you don’t apply the ointment properly, your handsome face will get scarred.”

“…Am I handsome?”

“What?”

Hey, what are you saying?

That’s not the point right now.

And if you have eyes, you would have looked in a mirror, so you should have already figured that out objectively.

Do you want confirmation from other people’s mouths?

Are you starved for self-esteem?

“But I’m not as handsome as second brother, right?”

Eok Hwi-gyeom glanced at Eok I-geon beside him.

“Well, compared to that face, I’m not even a face.”

Oh my, look at this kid.

His self-esteem is really rock bottom.

He looked so dejected, just like a puppy caught in the rain.

Hey! You should at least compare comparable things. Why are you contrasting yourself with someone who’s in a completely different league?

Eok I-geon is an exception, an exception!

“Gyeom.”

“….”

“Are you going to make a living with your face?”

“Huh?”

“If you’re not going to sell your face to make a living, why are you so obsessed with it?”

“No, I’m not obsessed, I just….”

Seeing him mumbling, I decided to recite the truth of life that I had realized to this silver-spoon kid in front of me.

“Comparing yourself to others is obsession itself. Do you know how exhausting that kind of life is? It starts with faces, but later it becomes endless comparisons of height, personality, family background, wealth, martial arts, and so on. That’s a shortcut to ruining your life.”

As an orphan, every day of my childhood was frustration.

Why was I born like this?

Why can’t I be happy?

Then at some point, I realized. I was having a hard time because I kept comparing myself to others.

In this life, I was just a bit unlucky to not have parents, and I could live happily enough on my own – that’s how I comforted myself and spent my teens.

Thanks to that, although it wasn’t abundant, I went to school and got a job.

Even if I couldn’t enjoy many things, I spent my time quite happily watching TV and reading novels with drinks after work.

Compared to me, isn’t Eok Hwi-gyeom incredibly fortunate?

The kid was none other than Cheonma’s son.

Don’t they say that having good parents is the most important thing in the world?

Well, of course, Cheonma doesn’t show much love for his children, but anyway, Eok Hwi-gyeom was born with many things in his hands.

If he just keeps his mind straight and lives properly, how much is there for him to enjoy, yet where does he get off acting spoiled?

This needs a good smack!

I wanted to give him at least a flick on the forehead instead of the punch I couldn’t throw earlier, but I held back for now.

Originally, humans all feel that the thorn stuck in their own finger hurts the most.

“Prince Lee is too handsome. That’s why he’s called the most handsome man in the world, no, the most handsome man at Headquarters. You know I get information quickly since I’m from a maid background, right?”

Nod.

When he wiped off that greasy smile, he had a youthful face.

Sigh, what should I do with this young kid?

“But you’re handsome too. Prince Lee is just exceptional, but you’re definitely not a face that would be overlooked anywhere.”

“…Really?”

“You’re popular with the maids too. There are many people in the world and everyone has different tastes. So there’s no need to feel discouraged.”

“What’s your preference, Sister?”

Ah, why are you asking such things?

Of course, I don’t like either of them.

“Well. I don’t really look at men’s faces. I look at other things besides faces.”

“What’s that?”

“The heart.”

“…Can you see hearts, Sister?”

“I try to see them.”

“That was something you could see if you tried?”

Eok Hwi-gyeom’s eyes became as big as marbles as if he had heard something incredibly amazing.

This kid, that’s why he’s cute.

When I first saw him, he was putting on airs as much as possible, but he was still just a child.

“If you’re curious, why don’t you try making an effort too?”

“How do you make that effort?”

“First, you’d have to carefully observe things like the other person’s words and actions, right? Then think about why they said those words and acted that way. If you still don’t understand, you can ask directly.”

Because sincerity always gets through.

Eok Hwi-gyeom had an expression that showed he didn’t understand what I meant at all.

Right, eighth-grader syndrome isn’t easily cured.

The kid is exactly fifteen years old this year.

If it could have been fixed with my explanation, it would have changed long ago.

What Eok Hwi-gyeom needed was time passing and a guardian who would help him establish proper values.

“If you go to Elderly Ma, he’ll give you much better ointment than this. If you apply that, it’ll heal completely overnight, so make sure to apply it.”

Ugh, I wasn’t going to tell him.

My heart softened for no reason and I ended up telling him.

If I’m going to keep using him as a lackey in the future, it wouldn’t be bad to be nice to him once in a while.

I rationalized it that way and closed the ointment container.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going?”

Even though the treatment was finished, Eok Hwi-gyeom was just staring at me blankly.

“If you keep doing that, you’ll really get a scar on your face, you know? Is that okay with you?”

“No! That can’t happen!”

“Then hurry up and run!”

“Yes, Sister. Then I’ll be back!”

Be back from what? Just rest at Headquarters. That’s how you help.

“Phew, finally got rid of him.”

It was when I was about to get up after confirming Eok Hwi-gyeom’s figure running outside.

“…!”

I don’t know when he had approached like this, but Eok I-geon was standing right in front of me. If I had just stood up, I would have almost bumped into him.

“…Young Master?”

I called Eok I-geon, meaning for him to move aside a bit, and looked up at him.

Ugh!

He’s angry again.

His eyes weren’t rolling around wildly like before, but they were filled with anger.

“I was too… presumptuous, wasn’t I?”

Still, he was nominally the Third Prince, so what right did I, the First Miss, have to lecture and criticize him?

Even if Eok I-geon had no interest in his younger brother, they were both sons of the same Cheonma, so he must have felt displeased.

I was really stupid too.

I got carried away because Eok Hwi-gyeom’s situation overlapped with my real life, forgetting about Eok I-geon’s existence and running my mouth.

Who could I blame but myself?

Sigh, what should I say to get past this situation?

Just as I was desperately racking my brain, Eok I-geon suddenly asked.

“Were all the words you said to me before lies?”

“…What?”

“You clearly said you liked my face.”

“I did?”

“The day of the Yeong-eun Hall gathering, don’t you remember?”

The only Yeong-eun Hall gathering was when the children of the Six Great Demon Clans visited.

That gathering was ruined because Eok I-geon caused a scene.

What did I say about faces back then…!

Ah, Yeo So-min!

Now I remembered. While defending Yeo So-min, the topic of Eok I-geon’s looks came up, and somehow we had that conversation.

But why is he bringing that up now?

Don’t tell me he’s having a fit because I said I look at hearts rather than faces?

“From your expression, it seems you remember.”

“Yes…”

“Then explain it to me.”

I didn’t know what he wanted me to explain out of the blue, but after going through several crises, I had developed my own knack for escaping them.

With psychopaths, you just had to tell them what they wanted to hear.

“It wasn’t my true feelings.”

Even if it was a lie, this was the standard method for getting out of situations.

“Gyeom is still young, you know. He must have had a hard time constantly comparing his face to yours, Young Master, so what could I say? It was just words of comfort, so you don’t need to worry about it.”

“…Really?”

“Of course. I really do like your face, Young Master!”

Is that enough? Is it?

This is what you wanted to hear, right?

A psychopath with overflowing pride in his face, how exhausting.

“Then that’s settled.”

Look at that.

The tension leaving his eyes.

“Well then, I’ll go look for Grandmother now. Since she came to Tak Mansion, we decided she should stay separately because of her, well, stunning beauty.”

I used Grandmother as an excuse to get away from Eok I-geon. That was my mistake.

“I know where that is. Follow me.”

“Yes…”

So I had no choice but to reluctantly accompany Eok I-geon. And he really did lead me to Grandmother.

However.

Grandmother wasn’t alone. She was sitting face-to-face with Uncle Gong Pae-cheon, eating something together.

“Wow, are they really dating or something? Why do they keep sticking together?”

“That would make sense.”

Huh? What did you say? Are they really getting romantic?

Without realizing I had voiced my inner thoughts out loud, I asked Eok I-geon.

“How would you know that, Young Master?”

“Because I heard about it.”

Heard what?

“I heard some stories about the past from your grandmother.”

Whaaaat?

Grandmother told Eok I-geon old stories?

Not me?

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