Dokma, Jegal-hwi-1

The daily life of the Black Heaven Cult continued, and Maehwa and Yeonhwa became my conversational partners, relieving my boredom.

Yeonhwa, true to her appearance, was a very curious child. She was so curious about me that she asked questions every three steps.

“What’s your favorite food?”

“When did you meet the Cult Leader?”

“Does the Young Cult Leader like flowers too?”

Roughly these kinds of questions flew at me haphazardly, and each time I answered them appropriately.

My thought that Maehwa was a seasoned person was exactly right. Just when I was getting tired of Yeonhwa’s questions, Maehwa stepped in and stopped Yeonhwa.

Every time that happened, I gave her a look of thanks, and she acknowledged it with a slight bow.

I’m enjoying my leisure.

I wake up roughly, take a walk, eat on time, play with Yeonhwa, and at night, relieve Master’s fatigue after finishing her official duties. That’s my daily routine.

Master was busy. Especially as the day to go to the front line where the Thunder Sword was got closer, the less I faced her.

Actually, what was surprising was that considering the degree of her obsession, I thought she would keep me by her side whether she was working or sleeping.

Perhaps it was the Heavenly Demon’s superhuman patience, but she hardly ever encountered me except for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and bedtime.

I guess she’s busy because she’s in a position to lead a group.

Maehwa once mentioned in passing that many people of the Black Heaven Cult were on the Cult Leader’s shoulders.

Like Master, the Chief Manager was hard to see, but I could learn about his recent situation through the gossip of the servants coming and going.

He had a nosebleed yesterday and dismissed all the servants in his office.

I thought he seemed to be pretending to be unusually neat.

Oh dear, he shouldn’t overwork himself.

For some reason, I was reminded of my life in the previous dimension.

I wonder how Lee Mina is doing?

I hope she’s doing well. Maybe the existence of me, who was possessed, disappeared, and she forgot everything and is living a normal life.

“Oh! You were here?”

Youngma approaches from over there, acting nonchalant. He was mumbling something, he must have swiped something like dumplings.

I’ve never seen Youngma working.

When I ask, ‘Don’t you have anything to do?’ he answers that he’s finished everything, but I honestly don’t believe it.

“What is it again.”

Youngma tries to be with me. Of course, there’s also the human reason that he wants to be close to me, the Young Cult Leader.

“Ah, we met like this again, how about a drink?”

“The sun hasn’t set yet.”

Perhaps the biggest purpose is this.

Since Master pampers me, he must be thinking of using me as a shield to enjoy himself a little.

But that’s a foolish thought. What if Master sends me back and leaves only Youngma behind to interrogate him?

As Youngma said, he doesn’t think ahead.

“Ah, does it have to be after the sun sets? We’re just drinking. Sometimes, the alcohol you drink under the sun is sweeter.”

Still, he’s not a bad person. He gives off a ‘He’s a good kid’ kind of feeling.

I responded appropriately to his recklessness and looked around.

It’s about time she came.

“Youngma. Are you slacking off here again?”

Thunder Sword descended from the tree and rebuked him.

After coming out of my shadow last time, I asked Thunder Sword to do the surveillance (she said it was escorting) somewhere else.

At Thunder Sword’s appearance, Youngma frowned.

“Ah, is it you again? Why do you keep sticking next to the Young Cult Leader?”

“I told you it’s the Cult Leader’s order. Go back to your mission quickly. I’m sure there’s warehouse material organization.”

“Ah, I finished that.”

“The Chief Manager probably did it.”

A verbal sparring match began, with neither side backing down.

“Would you like some of the tea I brought? There are also snacks.”

As the two raised their voices and fought, Maehwa, who was next to me, quietly asked.

When I nodded, she took out the tea and snacks wrapped in a small bundle.

“Let’s share.”

When I handed the food to Maehwa and Yeonhwa, Maehwa refused, and Yeonhwa ate the snacks with a beaming smile.

Maehwa’s eyes shone like a hawk as she watched him, but I sent a signal that it was okay.

Yeonhwa, Maehwa, and I watched Youngma and Thunder Sword argue in the shade of the tree.

“Wow. It’s fun.”

“They say watching a fight is the most fun. Young Cult Leader.”

Yes, you’re right.

Crunch, the snacks are really delicious.

The two’s fight, which had been verbal, didn’t end.

At first, they seemed to be observing some formalities, but when they ran out of material, they began to hurl crude insults.

Those two are executives of the Black Heaven Cult, the Three Demons that terrify the Central Plains. If the orthodox sects saw them, wouldn’t they be horrified?

“Hmph, you got crushed by Thunder Sword, what about your martial arts?”

“Well, you got your butt kicked by Thunder Sword last time, didn’t you? I still remember. You couldn’t sleep for three days because of your swollen butt.”

“No! That’s!… Ahem, well, I was a little careless, and Thunder Sword got quite strong.”

“You also drank heavily the day before, so you weren’t sober.”

Thunder Sword smirked, pulling up one corner of her mouth, and Youngma’s face turned red.

“Ah, let’s just fight.”

Youngma took off his outer garment and took a stance. Thunder Sword took out the dagger from her waist and prepared to face him.

Hmm, the fight is going to get bigger.

“That’s enough. Fellow members should get along.”

I stopped them, worried that there would be aftershocks to us next to them.

“I apologize for showing such an unsightly display. Young Cult Leader.”

At my words, Thunder Sword prostrated herself, and Youngma scratched his head and nodded.

“We’ve rested enough, let’s go back to the palace.”

I said to Maehwa, and she put the plates back in.

On the way back to the palace, we went back up the promenade.

Passing through the lush tunnel made by the trees, I suddenly asked Youngma and Thunder Sword what I had been curious about.

“By the way, what’s the martial arts level of the Black Heaven Cult? There’s a martial arts ranking, right?”

“The Cult Leader is the strongest.”

That’s obvious.

“Who’s second?”

“Thunder Sword. He’s a man who has mastered the sword to the point that the Cult Leader acknowledges it.”

“He’s a good brother except that he’s too taciturn and not fun. He doesn’t drink much.”

Youngma and Thunder Sword said alternately.

“Who’s third?”

“Youngma.”

Youngma pouted and pointed at Thunder Sword with his finger. Thunder Sword looked at me with a strangely triumphant face. As if saying, ‘See?’

“You’re surprisingly admitting it?”

At my surprise, Youngma grumbled and explained.

In order to not neglect martial arts training, Master periodically arranges sparring matches between the Three Demons.

Thunder Sword continued to occupy the immovable 2nd place, and Youngma occupied the 3rd place, but most recently, Thunder Sword defeated Youngma, so the ranking changed.

“It’s the result of neglecting training.”

She puts her hand on her waist and says that, she seems very proud to have taken third place.

Then suddenly, I wondered if the Chief Manager participated in the sparring match.

“But, doesn’t the Chief Manager participate in the sparring match?”

“Uh… um, it’s a bit ambiguous to put the Chief Manager in the ranking.”

Ah, he’s a weakling who bleeds from his nose even when he’s still, so it would be difficult to do something like sparring. I understood.

“I guess, he’s physically weak.”

“Yes? Ah, well, there’s that too, but.”

Youngma opened his mouth as if he had something more to say, but Thunder Sword elbowed him in the side, and he closed his mouth.

What is it.