“See here. Didn’t I say he’d be here? Hahaha.” The Demon Lord, well known as the chattiest of the disciples, walked up and tapped on the Earth Demon’s shoulder. “How have you been, Sajae Earth?”
“Have you been well?”
“I’m always having fun. I hope nothing happened to my sajae?”
“No, sahyung.” 1
The Earth Demon was polite, but his heart was in turmoil. The Demon Lord may be endlessly cheerful, but the Earth Demon knew he was a poisonous snake on the inside. He lurked like a viper, waiting for his opponents to co close so he could devour them. All his aningless chatter was just a front for his ticulous calculations—every word was part of a trap for his next prey.
“Long ti no see.” A woman in splendidly embroidered robes ca up to him: the third disciple, Fang Spirit. She was beautiful and innocent-looking, and she used that to her fullest advantage. This was the woman who overthrew the Shaolin temple—they called her the Bloody Monk.
She was spiteful, vengeful, and manipulative. The Fang Spirit coaxed all of the Hidden Demonic Hall to her side, earning her the cooperation of all the stealth squads and, indirectly, the support of most of the Pavilion Lords as well.
“Yes, sajae. Long ti no see.” The Earth Demon turned to the last person. “And you, great sahyung. Nice to see you.”
The last disciple was breathtaking. The great sahyung, the End Demon. Strongest of the four, by an overwhelming margin. It is said that he slayed masters of the Wudang sect right in front of their disciples when he was only in his twenties.
When he turned thirty, he killed three elders, four experts, and eight first-class disciples. It was no surprise attack—he took them head-on and still won. The story of him putting their heads on a pike was infamous throughout the Murim.
Now, at the age of forty, he was smashing the walls of disciplehood; already he was at a level where he could stand amongst the Heavenly Demon’s guardians.
“Cheeky bastard.” As usual, the End Demon ignored him—but today, he was especially hostile. He’d obviously realized that the high-ranking subordinates he’d dispatched had gone missing.
And so, the atmosphere was ripe with awkwardness—and then soone interrupted.
“I have sothing to tell you,” the guard said.
“What is it?”
“A man nad Seol-Hwi ca to see the fourth disciple.”
“What?” The Earth Demon’s expression shifted. He nodded. “Tell him to co over.”
The guard disappeared and was soon replaced by a man carrying sothing over his shoulder.
“Why are you here?” the Earth Demon asked.
But the man didn’t answer.
“I asked you why you are here!”
The man went stiff but still didn’t answer, and he was beginning to attract the other disciples’ attention.
“Um, I…”
“What is it, sajae?” the Demon Lord asked. “Who is it?”
Seol-Hwi’s expression twisted, like he was looking at sothing foul.
“It’s , you fucking bastard.”
Seol-Hwi’s face was bright red.
▶ It’s , you fucking bastard.
I-I said it out loud! What a crazy thing to do! Absolute madness!
He’d thought about it for a while—it wasn’t completely crazy, actually. Seol-Hwi had learned an important lesson after many lives: the worst choice was usually the best one.
So he went for it. With no extra lives.
Ah, just say sothing…! He could feel a cold sweat running down the back of his neck.
At this point, the best outco would be if they decided he was crazy, but no one said anything. The anxiety was like a sword in the gut.
The Demon Lord was smiling, but his eyes were not.
“Th-that, right—ugh!” Seol-Hwi collapsed.
What happened?
He heard swords clash and found a deford blade at his neck, narrowly blocked by a second blade.
“Ugh. I’m the one who got cursed at—why is my sajae the one lashing out?”
Surprisingly, it was the Fang Spirit who attacked. The Demon Lord was the one who stopped her.
“Move, sahyung.” She evidently felt like Seol-Hwi’s words were directed at her.
“I can’t do that. How can I stand by if you’re going to kill the cute fourth disciple’s subordinate?” The Demon Lord looked at the Earth Demon and then winked at the Fang Spirit. “Look at great sahyung. He’s so great he isn’t bothered in the slightest by the man’s horrible language.”
As he said, the End Demon was silent and unbothered. Not flustered, like the Earth Demon, or angry like the Fang Spirit, nor interested like the Demon Lord. He just didn’t care.
The Demon Lord and the Fang Spirit looked at each other, then she stepped back. Her sword crawled back into her sleeve like a living snake.
Ah… I-I’m alive? He thought his neck was gone—he hadn’t seen anything, let alone reacted. They were so strong there was nothing he could do even if they stabbed him.
“Haha! Sajae, your subordinate is so much fun. I can’t believe he looked at and even cussed at .”
“S-Sorry, second sahyung, third sajae. I will take care of him myself.”
“Um. Did I mishear? Don’t kill him.”
…He seems nice…
But then all his good thoughts got thrown out.
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