A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 69



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69.

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– The next day.

A manor with so many buildings that it almost feels like a village.

Behind you can see Mt. Mahaesan, which is called the main mountain, and in front of you is a lake as clear as milk and honey.

This is the true definition of a mountain and a river.

If there is a family that has found such a perfect home in Cheonsan, it is only one.

Maga (Magah).

It was the true first family that produced numerous figures in the Demonic Cult.

Their influence was so great that a single call from the head of the household was enough to fill all the numerous halls within.

And you could tell the level of this just by looking at who the congressman was that came to the house.

Exactly, exactly, exactly.

A small old man walks out of the inner quarters, holding a staff decorated with a snake’s head. It was none other than Sima Jun of the Six Elders, Doksanma.

“What happened?”

A middle-aged man who was waiting for him outside and examining the carp in the pond asked quietly.

A strong impression, wearing a fur-lined jacket with fiery red hair.

If the religious leader and the left and right messengers are external beings, then the actual monarch who handles the entire history of the religion among humans.

It was Mao and Maishin’s father, the Northern Darkness Demon Lord Maile Sung, who was an elder.

“Kekeke, I did everything I could.”

A word that has room for improvement. Does that mean it could be wrong?

Miles’ eyebrows twitched slightly.

He’s the type of person who wouldn’t even flinch if a knife was put to his neck, but this time, he couldn’t help but be concerned.

It was natural.

The eldest son of Mark came back with his precious wrist bone broken.

“… … I heard you hurt your arm badly.”

“It was broken. I don’t know who did it, but they completely destroyed it.”

As soon as the diagnosis came out of the mouth of the magician standing next to him, Miles calmly opened his mouth.

“If there’s a problem, tell me frankly. Then I can prepare.”

“What’s the problem?”

“There is no one-armed person among the successors of Bukmyeongsingong.”

Huh. A breath escaped from the devil’s mouth. So what are you going to do? Are you going to get rid of my son? Now?

‘Anyway, he seems like an old man who has absolutely no sense of humor. If he had, he would have been eaten long ago. Haha.’

The magician smiled and answered.

“Don’t worry about a broken arm. It’s not that bad. If you rest for a month or two, it’ll heal well.”

That’s what it has to be. Only then does Miles close his eyes and nod.

At this, Ma-ui opened his mouth slightly.

In fact, Mysin had a bigger problem than his wrist.

‘Does he know that his child is living intoxicated on Mt. Unmarried? Well, the bet is strong anyway, so if he drives out the poison, that’ll be the end of it… ‘

The Mysin he saw was so strange that it was creepy.

Because he just smiled the whole time without showing any expression even when I touched and pressed his broken wrist here and there.

This is not certain, but it was a suspected case of analgesia.

A deformed symptom in which no pain is felt.

That one seems pretty old too.

“What happened to the old man?”

Hmm? The magician pretended to be surprised and answered as if nothing had happened.

“What? You mean that slave? He was completely destroyed. He had holes in both his hands and a single blood clot in his rib cage. He came back in that condition, so it must be a miracle that he’s alive.”

“… … Are you saying he’s dead?”

Miles’ eyes tremble slightly.

“You should also get enough rest.”

He’s alive. He shows a relieved expression for the first time. Ma-ui is surprised inside. When you talk about your own child, pretend to be worried like this. What a person.

“But who on earth did this? It seems like the opponent wasn’t some unknown guy.”

It’s shocking that the true leader of the Maga clan was left in a sickbed, but looking at his wounds, it was clear that he was no ordinary person.

Not only did it pierce the old man’s hands, whose skin was as hard as stone, but Mysin’s wrists were also shattered into pieces.

And that too in one blow.

‘But it looks like both of those were done by the same person.’

Where else can you find someone who can wield such a sharp weapon and such a powerful swordsmanship?

Besides, to show this level of movement against two people, you would have to be a truly skilled snake-like being.

At first glance, it seems reasonable to assume that this was the work of an old master. A very experienced and very weak man.

But was there anyone among them who could break the Maga?

“It’s anonymous.”

But an unexpected answer came out. Anonymous. A nameless guy. In short, it was a story of being attacked by a guy I had never seen or heard of.

“Who the hell is that?”

Milesung seemed to be worried. It wasn’t because he was worried that the doctor would go around telling people, but because he himself knew very little.

All I know is the three-character name that the old man, who had fallen unconscious, blurted out last night.

“Jang-seo.”

“Jang Il-seo?! Could it be the Jang I know?”

“Do you know him?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know that now?”

Miles’ eyes became fierce.

Even though the Presbyterian Church is a horizontal structure, there is clearly a difference in power. And this is something that Ma-ui also naturally acknowledges.

“No, that… … . I’m shocked that the person who should know best doesn’t know. How can you be so indifferent?”

“Just the main point.”

“He is the assistant of the Seven Princes. He is the second son of this family.”

A dark light radiated from Miles’ eyes.

As the assistant manager.

I wondered where I had heard it before, and then I clearly remembered receiving a report.

A common so-and-so who came from the counterintelligence unit.

It was so trivial that I just let it go in one ear and out the other, saying, “That’s the way to eat rice with that side dish.”

I never thought I’d hear that name again here.

The magician who was standing next to him swallowed his saliva as if sparks had been flying. Then he continued speaking as if he was being sensible.

“I met him recently.”

“Why?”

“I swear I had nothing to do with this. So calm down. I had something to ask that kid of mine.”

“What do you mean?”

“The madman’s stern words. He’s back.”

“hmm…….”

A thick slurp came out of Miles’ mouth.

Broad meaning. Because the meaning contained in the name is very great. To avoid further misunderstandings, Ma-ui cut it short and just got to the point.

“You must know that the Sa brothers broke up this time. That guy called Bojo raided their base, and an unauthorized mountain was found there. But I think it was Gwang-ui who created it.”

“… … .”

“The Sa brothers are gone. Given the circumstances, there was no one I could ask for advice other than that assistant or the eldest son of this house who is sleeping over there. That’s why I went to Wolha Village.”

In short, it is said that he could not catch and bite the eldest son of Maga.

A short but definite reason.

“But is it really Jang Seo who did this?”

“What does it mean?”

“No, it was unexpected.”

It was truly unexpected in many ways.

I knew he was smart, but I didn’t think he was strong enough to face the old man and the bloodless king.

Besides, isn’t that a body that was about to die?

‘There was a trick that was hidden enough to fool even me. Sado-cheol didn’t just disappear. The more I look at him, the more interesting he becomes.’

There was already a lot of interest, but it has risen rapidly.

“What is surprising?”

Milesung, who couldn’t wait any longer, blurted out a word.

“Oh, that guy was a smart guy.”

“Even so, he’s just a 7th-grade noble.”

“The slaughterhouse isn’t that easy to judge. Do you really think that the Seven Princes stopped them? Hehe. Even though they are my blood, it’s not like they’re not.”

The eyes of the elder, Miles, narrowed.

I heard that he too was slaughtered.

Even if you do one, it’s just a mess.

Should I look at it differently just because I blocked that one thing?

Anyway, they were just toys that my son played with, nothing more, nothing less. It was impossible.

“Well, if I may add my own opinion… … .”

The magician brushed his beard away as he added.

“That guy from Jang-seo. Just watch him. He might be a blessing to Maga.”

The eyes of Milesung flashed fiercely. He dared to act as Mao’s second son’s assistant and touch the legitimate lineage of the Maga. What would others think if they found out?

But you want me to just sit there and watch? That’s really presumptuous of you to say.

“Is he your hidden child?”

“Oh, a slut! That’s not something you should say to a bachelor who isn’t even married yet.”

“If not, then keep your mouth shut. If you didn’t know, then you wouldn’t know, but even if you knew, Maga wouldn’t be so easygoing as to let it slide.”

“I said that because he was a pity! Because I felt sorry for him.”

“What a pity… … ? That’s not like you to say that.”

Who is the Sixth Elder? If the First Elder has a heart of steel, then he is a poisonous man. He is a cruel man with poison flowing in his blood.

But it’s a shame.

Sima Jun let out a deep breath as if he was frustrated and answered.

“He’s a guy you don’t see often at our school these days. He must have a podium. Anyway, he’s a guy I really like after a long time. He’s also someone I’ve been keeping an eye on lately.”

Miles replied coldly, as if he was incredulous.

“Just because I caught the eye of an old doctor doesn’t mean I have the right to blemish the body of the successor of the Maga family.”

No matter what I say, it’s like that. It just disappears to the extent that it exists.

“Oh, right. He’s the guy that the leader has his eye on. Then isn’t he qualified enough?”

“The leader… … ?”

Miles’ eyes widened. In his report, he had never heard of anything like that.

“So, I’m telling you to just watch. Maybe, Ah-oh. That guy will become the wing that will lead the Seven Princes to the Little Sect.”

“… … Are you serious?”

Miles was so shocked that for a moment I thought he was going crazy.

The current political situation in our school has long been solidified as a three-person structure, from the Grand Duke to the Three Princesses, and the Seven Princes are children who were abandoned even by the Maga.

But what? A cult leader.

“It’s an old man’s intuition. I don’t know about anything else, but in my opinion, Jang is the one who got it.”

“I guess you’ve finally lost your mind.”

“Whether it’s senility or the foresight of an old man, we’ll just have to wait and see. After all, it’s a loss. Who knows? The leader of the cult might come from the Maga, not the Heavenly Family. Hehe.”

Hmm. Miles’ pupils shook for a moment.

It’s not a thousand, it’s a mark.

These are truly sweet words. How much did Elder Cheon Oh-san’s pride rise because he had supported the Grand Duke Cheon Mu-gi?

Even now, when I think about it, my heart burns.

It’s something I’ve been longing for.

But it was something I had already let go of long ago.

‘Mao. That kid is a cult leader? That’s ridiculous.’

In the first place, he never placed Mao on his level.

It wasn’t because he was an illegitimate child. He was simply unqualified.

Miles is someone who admires and respects the strong more than anyone else.

And the strong people he saw weren’t just people with good qualities.

The ruthlessness and responsibility to even cut down one’s own family if necessary, and the mental strength to not be shaken by any storm.

I believed that only by possessing all of these could one become truly strong.

But what about Mao?

He was a guy with nothing but talent. He was frivolous by nature and didn’t even have the slightest patience to achieve great things.

He was a child who didn’t even have the will to fight his older brother.

But what on earth is that guy carrying?

A small cult leader? Even if it were possible, it would be the case that he would have to put on his belt and stop it.

one.

“Even if you pretend not to know, Elder Ma has been hesitating all along, right? There was a glimmer of hope that the Seven Princes might change at some point. That’s why he neglected the shameful fight between the two sons.”

“… … !”

“The assistant is the sword of the Seven Princes. If you think about it, this is the first time I have stood up to my older brother. So just watch. We will see how the fight between the two brothers will go. If he is not going to make it anyway, Jang-seo will die soon.”

“What do you mean?”

“There is something like that. Anyway, think carefully about what I say. I will go.”

Tick, tick. The demon slowly leaves, leaning on a cane.

Miles saw him off with an expression of incredulity.

But why? Why does his words strangely linger in my mind and prickle my nerves?

‘Jang I-seo… … .’

The leader of the Demonic Cult, the Northern Demon Army, Maileong.

It was the moment when the three letters of his name were engraved on my steel-like chest.