A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 10



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10.

– The Seven Palaces of the Demonic Cult’s Wolha Village.

“Are you there?”

Creak. With a light push, the door to the Chilsogung Palace opened. It was Jang Seo. Finally, after two days, he returned here after receiving his first appointment as an assistant.

Looking at the neatly dressed black outfit, even the extremely ordinary face looks quite handsome.

“There is no such thing as a deserted house.”

Jang Seo-ga, who had come inside, looked around and let out a shallow breath. Just as he had felt when he came dressed up as a lion a while ago, the palace management was in disarray.

The front door was broken and wouldn’t lock, and weeds sprouted up everywhere, reaching up to my waist.

“Are you there?”

Jang Yiseo walked forward, raising his voice a little more. But there was still no answer.

“I don’t think we’re going to play tag.”

Before I knew it, I had reached the inner quarters, and the interior was completely visible through the wide-open sliding door.

“What is this… … .”

Jang Yiseo’s brow furrowed. The floor was covered in dirt with a collapsed wardrobe and broken flower pots. Everything from shards of glass to furniture was strewn about.

It looks no different than two days ago.

“Did you leave the palace?”

There’s no way I could have lived in this condition for two days.

Sabak. Jang I-seo stepped inside. Then, a wheezing sound could be heard from inside.

Could it be that you are sleeping? It is already noon, and you are still sleeping. And how can you sleep with the house in such a state?

Sabak, Sabak. Jang-seo went further inside.

This is it.

Inside this door is the Seven Princes Mao.

“Are you there?”

Jang Yiseo asked quietly again. There was no answer. It felt like the entire palace was quiet.

“Your Majesty the Seven Princes.”

I called him in a calmer tone. There was no more wheezing. It was clear that he was awake.

No, more precisely.

‘Come in.’

Mao was hiding inside, preparing to hand over the volume with the corners of his lips raised. It was a welcoming greeting. A small gift to let you know what kind of place this Chilsogung is.

And then, bang. The moment Jang-seo touches the threshold.

Crunch! A pure white fist shot through the window paper. I couldn’t help but laugh as I imagined the sight of someone falling down with blood spurting from their nose.

“Hahahaha?”

But something is strange. There should be something I can touch, but there is only empty space. Chock! Instead, it was my wrist that was caught.

“what?”

What the heck.

“evil!”

My arm was yanked away, my body was dragged forward, smashing through the door. At the same time, a huge shock was delivered to my abdomen. What was it? … a foot?

“Ugh!”

Mao fell to his knees. His eyes turned bloodshot with indescribable pain, as if he had been struck by lightning. Then he slowly lost consciousness.

“Your Majesty the Seven Princes?!”

I heard a voice calling me as if it didn’t know anything… … . bang. I completely fainted.

“Nice to meet you, hyung.”

As his assistant.

Finally entered Chilsogung Palace.

*

“omg!”

Mao jerked his upper body up. Cold sweat flowed down his head, and his body shrank as the pain in his abdomen followed.

“This… … dog… … .”

I looked around with the squeaker and saw that I was on the quilt in the neatly cleaned bedroom. That’s him. He kicked me and made me lie down here.

“Where is this kid!”

Mao shouted and threw his things and ran out. Kill him. How dare you kick the owner as soon as you came in? You cheap bastard.

“Come out. Come out, you little shit!”

I left the room and looked around the hallway. The floor was clean, as if it had been cleaned at some point. But I didn’t care about that.

“There?”

When I heard a rustling noise from around the corner, I strode towards it. I quickly turned around as if I was going to kill him, but there was no one there, and a long rope was hanging down.

“What is this?”

I raised my head. There was a hole in the wooden ceiling. It was dark and hard to see, but the rope seemed to have come down from above. Did they go up there to do some repairs?

“Come down. Come down now, you little shit!”

Mao couldn’t control his temper and pulled the rope hard, shouting.

Okay then.

“Ugh!”

Bam! A large flowerpot fell from the ceiling and hit him in the head. He lost consciousness. He staggered and fell down.

“Your Majesty the Seven Princes?!”

I heard a voice calling me as if it didn’t know anything… … and I fainted again.

“Hey, be careful.”

And there was Jang Seo, who was smiling while watching this.

*

“omg!”

Mao jumps up again. When he touches his head, he sees that it is bandaged, and pain stabs through his bones.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

A scream full of rage echoed throughout the Chilsogung Palace.

But this time he didn’t jump up and run around like before.

“What the hell is this kid doing? What does he want to do with me right now?”

No matter how much I thought about it, it was a bit strange. At first, let’s say I just happened to notice it and did it. But this time, why did he hide that heavy flower pot on the ceiling? He even lowered the rope as if it was a show, stimulating my curiosity.

“Are you an assassin?”

No. He laid himself down in the room he had cleaned up again. This is the first time I’ve seen this type of thing in my life.

“What is this?”

As I absentmindedly glanced to the side, a neatly folded piece of paper caught my eye. It was definitely not there. I nervously picked it up, opened it wide, and read it.

【It seems you are tired, so I will take my leave for today and come back to see you formally in two days. Yes, let’s do that. – Assistant Manager Jang Seo】

“This crazy kid-! Are you going to do that?”

My body trembled. What is the point of leaving me like this?

“This fucking boss… … .”

Mao crumpled up the letter and put it in his mouth, with a flash of determination. Then he chewed it and said,

“Jang I-su. Look forward to it. I’ll make sure you regret coming here.”

It was a day when, after a long time, Chilsogung was filled with intense heat.

It remains to be seen who will be expecting it.

*

“Not there, but further down. Yeah. Right, there.”

Meanwhile, at that time, Jang Seo was lying comfortably with his head on the lap of the peerless beauty, Chu Hongran.

Seeing her casually piercing my ear, it seemed like it was nothing special.

“So you’re saying you just came like that?”

After hearing the whole story today, Chu Hongran furrowed her brows with the expression of a mother worried about her child.

No matter how much of a scoundrel he is, he is still the Seven Princes. And to beat him to a pulp. Twice at that. If the crime is considered, it is treason and execution.

“I just said hello. He’s not the type of person that can be solved with words anyway.”

Of course it must have hurt a little.

Jang-seo snorted as if it was nothing and got up, tapping his ears with the palm of his hand. Then he changed the subject.

“What did you investigate?”

“yes.”

Clap, clap. As soon as Chwi Hong-ran clapped her hands twice, the sliding door creaked open, and the women who came inside hung a long hanging scroll with a relationship chart drawn on it on the wall.

Then, Chu Hongran began to report.

“My name is Mao. I am nineteen this year, and I come from the Maga clan, which is considered the best of the three major clans of the Demonic Cult.”

Mao. It’s not me who’s being stripped naked, it’s you.

Shh. A smile appeared on Jang Yi-seo’s lips.

*

There is a prestigious family in the Demonic Cult that has held many people in important positions, including elders, for generations.

A taciturn Imoogi who has held the position of Iljangro for four generations. The Ma family of Iljangro Maileong.

The wise magic immortal who has been mediating the conflicts of Cheonsan. Elder Lee, Cheon-o-san’s Cheon-ga.

A cruel military general known for his unrivaled loyalty and bravery. The Meng family of the third elder, Maeng Cheol-yong.

These families were called the three most prestigious families of the Demonic Cult at the time.

Excluding the Cheonmajeon, there was no place that their power did not reach, and the breath of that power was as thick as the fog spreading at dawn.

And the Seven Princes Mao was of this noble bloodline.

It is also the bloodline of Maga, which is considered the best.

This is the son of the head of the household, Elder Maileong.

“That person happened to catch the eye of the cult leader and was adopted as his disciple… …. To others, his life seemed like a life filled with beautiful flowers.”

Jang Yiseo nodded at Chu Hongran’s poetic expression. It was an undeniable statement. It was clear from the outside.

Good family, good talent, and good looks.

A life that is truly without shame.

“But inside, it was the powder of rotten poisonous plants. The one who originally looked forward to becoming the adopted son of the cult leader in Maga was his older brother, Mysin, the eldest son of Maileong. Chilgongja was an illegitimate child who happened to catch the cult leader’s eye while sweeping the floor.”

Mark was embarrassed.

He was an illegitimate child who had never even learned martial arts and was just sweeping the floor, but he rose to a noble status in one fell swoop.

That’s literally putting the cart before the horse.

This was the same as a slave stealing the land that his cousin bought and was so sick of. So how could it look good?

Because of this, the atmosphere at home became uncontrollably cold.

“To the outside world, they hastily covered it up by saying it was a family event, but it was already a strange story that everyone knew about. There were also rumors that the cult leader Jin Woo-kwang was trying to keep Maga in check.”

When Jang Yiseo added his comment, Chu Hongran looked slightly surprised. It was true, but it wasn’t something that many people knew.

Because it was a story that was tightly shut in Mark, it was not widely known.

‘Is there anything in the Demonic Cult that the Master doesn’t know?’

It was a question that came up again today. She continued her explanation as if nothing had happened.

“Yes, that’s why he’s basically an outcast in his family. You can tell just by looking at the fact that his father, Mylesung, is pushing for the Grand Duke Cheon Mugi, a member of the Cheon family.”

Yeah, that’s right.

If you think about it, who would dare to gossip about the Seven Princes behind their backs? And that too from the Demonic Cult. It would be fortunate if they didn’t get crushed.

But the fact that such rumors continue to circulate means that there are no allies willing to step up in their place.

Rather, what if there is an enemy that spreads it further?

‘But you want me to make that guy a cult leader? Could it be… … that the dark lord is senile?’

No way. Jang-i-seo shook his head and said, shivering with a chill.

“Anyway, that gentleman, Miles, is really poisonous. No matter what, he’s my blood. The granary was empty too.”

Figuring out where someone is working is a basic requirement for a spy. The reason Mao was knocked unconscious was to correct his bad habits, but it was also to explore the Seven Little Palaces.

And the Chilsogung Palace he saw was truly empty. If he had not known, he would have thought it was an empty house.

“But, Master… … .”

“huh?”

“Do you really have to be his assistant? The Seven Princes are not good-natured enough to hang out with the usual gangsters, but they are just like an empty wagon with only dragon patterns left. I don’t know what you plan to do, but I am worried.”

Chu Hongran mustered up her courage and said her opinion. Then she thought it was too rude and didn’t know what to do. That’s just her personality.

Jang Yi-seo smiled faintly, tapped the back of her hand, and spoke calmly.

“I know how you feel, but I have to do it this time. Please understand.”

Otherwise, my heart will burst. The cause of death is poisoning.

“Yes… … Master… … .”

Jang Yi-seo turned his head away from her, who was overcome with emotion, and looked far outside.

Anyway, since I’ve been given the mission, I’ll do my best to make him a cult leader.

But if I were to do it, I wanted to make him at least a humane cult leader, not just a cult leader.

That would be my last conscience as someone who lives in hiding in the Demonic Cult.

And maybe the Seven Princes are hoping for this too.

The more unrecognized a life is, the more thorns it has and the more regrets it accumulates.

I wish someone would come to me and gently extend a hand to show me the way to be respected.

Jang Yi-seo chuckled and got up.

“Okay. Let’s take a look at what that troublemaker is up to.”

Seeing is believing.

#Here is the assistant manager (1)