A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 38



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38.

#No intention of stopping (1)

Maeng Won-won’s appearance was truly the epitome of loveliness.

The corners of her eyes curved like crescent moons when she smiled, and the dimples that were embedded in her beautiful skin naturally gave her a charming look.

A true example of a child who has grown up receiving only love.

And today was the day she set out on a long journey for a private meeting with the cult leader.

“Take care on your way, Princess Oh.”

A tall, middle-aged man drawing lines on his eyes and mouth as he sees her off.

This is Maeng Cheol-yong, the head of the Maeng family and the third elder.

He has a fierce expression, deep wrinkles between his eyebrows, and never seems to smile, but he seems extremely affectionate to his nephew.

“I’ll buy you something delicious when I come!”

A huge aide, larger than her on horseback, rode his horse up the hill.

Maeng Cheol-yong smiled and waved his hand until she disappeared into a dot.

And only after he had completely disappeared did his smile disappear like dust.

He used to look so kind when he smiled, but now he seems cold and even creepy.

“Have you heard? The Seven Princes have finally opened the gates of the Heavenly Demon Hall.”

The voice was three levels lower than before. As he continued to mutter without taking his gaze off her, a timid voice came from behind him.

“Yes, I heard.”

“Is that… all?”

“yes?”

Maeng Cheol-yong interrupts and turns around. He sees a child who is a little over 5 feet (150 cm) tall, as small as a chestnut, looking terrified.

“I asked if that was all.”

“That, that… … .”

Maeng Cheol-yong’s eyes became colder and filled with disappointment. At this, the child’s eyes turned to despair.

“I’m sorry, Father… … .”

“also-!”

“Hic!”

When Maeng Cheol-yong glared at him as if he was going to kill him, the child was startled and froze.

“I have told you many times that the Lord Yukgongja has only one father. He is the head of our sect. Have you forgotten that again?”

The child’s name is Yuk Gong Ja Maeng Hui.

He was the youngest son of Samjangro Maeng Cheol-yong and the sixth adopted son of the cult leader.

He was so gifted that he read the Four Books and Three Classics at an early age, and like his father, he was born with the talent for martial arts, and although young, he became Mao’s successor earlier than Mao.

However, the temperature is polar opposite when dealing with my niece, Princess Maeng Won-won. Even though she is my own son.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Sam… … Elder… … .”

But it wasn’t something that happened for a day or two, so Maeng-Hwi bowed his head and naturally asked for forgiveness.

He is only fifteen years old, and is a young child. He cannot call his father ‘father’, and is not even allowed to laugh or cry, which is truly cruel.

However, perhaps because of expectations, the head of the household, Maeng Cheol-yong, was always strict only with Maeng Hui. It was a truly contradictory relationship with Jumaji, who pursued freedom.

“The fact that Chil-gong-ja opened the gates of Cheon-ma-jeon means that Maga will now make full-fledged moves. And I heard that he recently brought in an aide. According to rumors, there are many who say that the aide is Chil-gong-ja’s teacher. Did you know that?”

I had no idea. Maeng Hui asked for forgiveness as if he had committed a mortal sin.

“I’m sorry… … . I was careless.”

“Tsk. Even though I am an illegitimate child, I am still a descendant of the Maga family. Whenever I achieve something, the Maga family will embrace me and more. How can you think so easily?”

“sorry…….”

As Maeng Hui kept offering apologies, Maeng Cheol-yong turned his head away as if he was frustrated.

Then Maeng Hui asked with a somewhat aggrieved expression.

“But Chilgongja is lazy in everything and has no interest in martial arts. It must have been a coincidence that he opened the door to Cheonmajeon. No matter how great his teacher was, his younger brother clearly lacked the qualities… … .”

“How could the Heavenly Demon Gate be opened by chance? Did Your Majesty the Sixth Prince open the door by chance? Is that so?”

When Maeng Cheol-yong glared at him again and showed his ferocious aura, Maeng Hui shook his head with his neck down.

No way. The efforts he had made to open the gates of the Heavenly Demon Hall were truly horrific. It had already been in progress since the moment his memories existed.

That means they have been through rigorous training for a long time.

“Gwangmyeongjwasa told me that Chilgongja had reached the realm of climbing the peak and creating the ultimate.”

Deungbongjogeuk. It means that once you reach the top of the mountain, there is nowhere left for humans to climb. In other words, the only thing left is the state of ignition.

therefore.

“The ultimate-?! W, that’s ridiculous!”

It is said that Mao has reached the peak of his power.

“… … Gwangmyeongjwasa, sometimes you say things that are hard to understand, so we can’t believe what you say. However, if you say things like this, doesn’t that mean you have a hidden plan?”

Maeng Hui felt dizzy.

The pinnacle. Is that something that can be easily said? It is a dream realm that the vast majority cannot achieve even if they try for their entire lives.

But Mao, who was only three years older than me at most, was always lazy and stupid.

You reached the peak?!

‘That’s absolutely not possible-!’

Among the successors, the only one he can look down on is Mao.

Who on earth is that assistant? Who is he that taught such a fool to open the gates of Cheonmajeon?

Maeng Hui’s eyes filled with jealousy. Then Maeng Cheol-yong glanced at him and his eyes sparkled. Then he opened his eyes and answered calmly.

“… … Don’t forget that feeling now. Once it’s taken away, it’ll be too late. So if you don’t want to be eaten by your younger brother, keep working hard. Always devote yourself to your training. Even hard work is only meaningful when there’s still time left. Remember. If you don’t receive the cult leader’s approval, you’re nothing.”

“yes…….”

Maeng Cheol-yong nodded at the absent-minded answer and turned around again.

To be honest, I didn’t really believe in the words that he was super talented and that his assistant’s abilities were outstanding. Mark was too quiet for that, and his assistant’s past history was also insignificant.

‘They say he defeated the demon in the slaughterhouse, but it was just a coincidence using a secret weapon. He was just a first-class warrior from the 7th level.’

So, it was only brought up as a fuse to simply burn Maeng-hui’s pride.

furthermore.

‘The Seven Princes will be dealt with by that boy, Mysin, anyway. He’s going to back down after being hit once? That’s not possible with his vicious personality. He’ll probably cause a big trouble in Wolha Village soon. He might even burn down completely.’

Maeng Cheol-yong nodded. For now, he could leave the Chilgongja to the eldest son of Maga and watch over the situation.

As always, the one who needed more attention was the Grand Duke’s Thousand-Mu-Gi.

To others, it may seem like the three most prestigious families of the Demonic Cult, Maga, Cheonga, and Maengga, are working together to create the Cheonmugi, but Maeng Cheol-yong has never once given up on his greed.

I’m talking about the moment when the youngest son and sixth son, Meng Hui, ascends to the position of the leader of the small sect.

So, the one he had to be wary of was not the illegitimate children of Maga, but Cheon Mu-gi, the bloodline of Cheon Ga.

“Come back.”

When Maeng Cheol-yong called someone’s name, a man with a ponytail and an iron mask with a demon’s face on it held a long spear behind his back and prostrated himself before him.

The sixth prince’s assistant, Guio Ryang.

He is a master ranked within the top 100 of the Demonic Cult and was the former guardian of Maeng Cheol-yong, better known as the Ghost-faced Iron Demon.

“His Majesty the Sixth Prince will soon enter the closed-door training, so you should go to Cheon-ga and observe the situation.”

“Yes, Elder!”

Maeng Hui was shocked to hear that it was closed. However, Maeng Cheol-yong responded without any mercy.

“Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? If you don’t want to be eaten by your younger brother, I clearly told you to keep trying.”

“However… … .”

“If you don’t want to be locked up, you can just show off your flying skills by breaking down walls like my brother. Or you can just earn merits.”

How could he be so rude? Maeng Hui’s eyes welled up with tears. He had always been lonely since childhood. So, even if he didn’t know anything else, he really hated doing closed-door training.

‘don’t go.’

So he looked at his aide, Guio Ryang, with pitiful eyes. Instead, he asked him to step forward.

one.

“Gwioryang, what are you doing instead of going!”

When Maeng Cheol-yong shouted at him, he bowed his head without hesitation, climbed on the back of his famous brown horse, and left.

Maeng Hui felt betrayed and empty when he saw his assistant disappear.

Who on earth is he an assistant for? Some people play around to their heart’s content, then find an assistant and stick a knife under their chin…

“What are you doing? Why don’t you go and open the window one more time? Tsk.”

Maeng-Hwi trembled at the words that were as sharp as a knife.

I want to think about it hundreds or thousands of times, but it’s impossible. All I’ve learned is obedience.

Even if I get angry, I have no choice but to express it in a strict manner.

‘Mao, is it true that you have really reached the realm of the great master? No, is that assistant really that great? I must see it with my own eyes!’

Sparks flew into Maeng-hui’s eyes as he turned around and walked away.

And he walked and walked with his little feet past his place. He walked for a long time.

Wolha Village Chilsogung.

Right towards where my younger brother Mao was staying.

*

The next day, early morning.

Maeng Hui arrived at Wolha Village after a full day, carrying only a single spear on his back. Then, he wiggled his thick eyebrows and looked around in confusion.

“Was this place originally like this… … .”

Ahaha! A beautiful and picturesque bridge stretches wide across the blue Moonlight Lake, and on it, children who look to be my age are happily jumping around holding onto kites.

And in the center, an eight-story tower as tall as a skyscraper was hung with colorful lanterns, adding elegance.

As I walked slowly down the railing and looked down at the lake, a school of carp greeted me happily.

“and…….”

Maeng Hui, who had been distracted for a moment, shook his head and opened his eyes wide.

“Wake up!”

It was definitely a run-down, shabby village when I first came here. The church members had gloomy expressions, and there was no such wonderful bridge.

It’s completely different now. It’s become a bustling downtown area.

“Huh. Even so, it’s just a rural area where scoundrels live. Jumaji is quiet and classy, ​​and there are over 300 good horses!”

Is that so? But no one asked.

Maeng-hui walked away, stomping his feet on the ground with a jealous expression on his face. As he walked, he saw his peers playing together and the friendly church members, and his anger only grew.

“Mao. You really have reached a higher level than me? Just tell me that you are not. I will show you a proper example.”

As I reached the bamboo forest, my anger growing, I could only hear the quiet sound of the wind, unlike the noisy scene until then.

Shh …

Then, a strange tension began to build up in my heart, like a swaying bamboo.

‘But what if that guy really becomes stronger than me?’

No. That can’t be. Absolutely not. Meng Hui shook his head and denied it fiercely, thinking of Mao.

Then, perhaps because I was so nervous, a signal came from my stomach.

“Oh, shit. Why now of all times.”

I looked around in embarrassment, but it was too undignified to do that on the street. It was not something the world’s greatest prince could do.

Still, that was fortunate.

Because Chilsogung is right in front of you.

Maeng Hui hurried inside, tightening his buttocks.