Descent Of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 429

“What happened with your errand?”

El Lena, entering the hotel room, bit her lip as she looked at her aide waiting inside.

“Give me the documents.”

“Pardon?”

“I said, give me the documents related to Kang Jin-ho again.”

The aide stared blankly at El Lena.

“Didn’t you hear me?”

The aide, startled, rushed to get the documents.

‘What’s going on?’

He had already finished reviewing the documents, so he couldn’t understand why she wanted to see them again.

The aide quickly gathered the documents and handed them to El Lena.

“Here you are.”

“Give me a pen.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He took out the pen from his shirt pocket and handed it to her. El Lena took the pen, put it in her mouth, and slumped onto the sofa. Then, she began to read the documents with an intensity that seemed like she would pierce through them.

“Quiet and dislikes causing conflict?”

“Not proactive, but passive?”

She didn’t know what she was dissatisfied with, but El Lena read the documents aloud, glaring at the aide each time.

‘A bed of thorns would be more comfortable than this.’

The aide couldn’t help but fidget. He didn’t know what had happened outside, but her face seemed to be filled with dissatisfaction.

“Nothing’s right, nothing at all!” El Lena shouted, making the aide flinch.

“You people, are you getting paid for doing such shoddy investigations? I could write a novel that’s more accurate than this!”

The aide closed his eyes.

She had only been outside for about two hours, so even if she had met Kang Jin-ho, she couldn’t have seen much. But what was with this reaction?

“Discard all the related materials and start the investigation from scratch.”

“Pardon?”

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“But realistically…”

The aide clicked his tongue.

It was easy to say, but doing it again was impossible. There weren’t many agents stationed in Korea. Besides, they all had their own tasks, so they couldn’t focus solely on this. The current data was compiled by sacrificing sleep, and now she wanted them to discard it all and start over.

“If the data is trash, we have to redo it.”

“…Is it that different?”

The aide, who thought he had done a thorough investigation, couldn’t accept her reaction.

“Listen carefully.”

El Lena said through gritted teeth.

“None of the information written here is useful. The only thing I’ve confirmed about this Kang Jin-ho is what I’ve learned myself.”

“One thing?”

“Yes.”

El Lena closed the documents and stared intently at Kang Jin-ho’s face on the first page. Then, she began to write something large on the photo.

“Oh…”

The aide wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as he saw the large word ‘Asshole’ written on the photo.

“Investigate again! Thoroughly! This guy is crazy, so keep that in mind!”

“Understood.”

The aide’s eyes began to sting. It seemed like he was destined for overtime for a while.

“Damn it.”

Regardless of what the aide was thinking, El Lena glared at Kang Jin-ho’s photo before throwing the pen onto the desk.

“What kind of jerk is he!”

* * *

“Ugh! What kind of woman is she?”

Han Eun-sol wanted to cry.

“…Noona [older sister or a term of endearment for an older female friend].”

“What!”

“I don’t know why you’re in such a bad mood, and I don’t want to know.”

“What!”

“You shouldn’t keep kicking the driver’s seat like that. If there’s an accident, it’s not just me who gets hurt, but you too.”

“Isn’t it your job to prevent accidents?”

‘I shouldn’t have said anything.’

Han Eun-sol sighed deeply.

‘She’s not wrong.’

For most top-tier idols, driving skills were essential for their managers. To manage their tight schedules, they had to speed. Even though they knew they were being filmed, they often ignored it because the benefit of arriving 10 minutes early outweighed the fine.

But how many people had died in accidents because of that?

Even after experiencing such incidents, the reality of the Korean entertainment industry was that vans carrying idols were still speeding on highways.

But not Choi Yeon-ha.

Choi Yeon-ha was an actress, so she didn’t have many events, and even if she did, speeding was out of the question.

Choi Yeon-ha’s philosophy was that it was better to get a flat tire than to speed and cause an accident. She had even flipped the president’s office when he asked her to speed up, asking if he would take responsibility if her face got scratched.

The best thing about being Choi Yeon-ha’s manager was that she wasn’t rushed by her schedule.

‘Everything else is a downside, though.’

“Ugh! This is so annoying!”

Han Eun-sol sighed, feeling the thumping vibrations from the back.

‘But what happened?’

It was the first time he had seen Choi Yeon-ha so annoyed. Usually, when Choi Yeon-ha was angry, she became silent. She wasn’t the type to show her anger in front of others.

Although she was persistent and held grudges, she wasn’t the type to openly express her annoyance.

‘She said she was going to meet Kang Jin-ho… Something must have gone wrong.’

‘Let’s just ignore it.’

Han Eun-sol, well aware that he would die young if he paid too much attention to everything Choi Yeon-ha did, focused on the road ahead and took a sip of his Americano from the cup holder.

“Hey, Eun-sol.”

“Hmm?”

“Should I get married?”

“Ptooey!”

The Americano sprayed out of his mouth like a fountain, soaking the windshield. Han Eun-sol couldn’t even think about wiping the coffee as he shouted.

“What are you talking about, Noona!”

“I’m not young anymore. My friends are getting married one by one.”

“Noona, you don’t have any friends.”

“…Do you want me to pull over?”

“I’m sorry.”

People who speak the truth tend to die young. Han Eun-sol had no intention of dying young.

“No, why all of a sudden…”

“I’m not too young to get married, am I?”

“You are! Of course, you are! You’re at your peak right now. You’re at your prime as an actress!”

‘It’s a problem that she’s not working during her prime.’

It was absurd for Han Eun-sol to hear such words when Choi Yeon-ha, who hadn’t been working, was finally considering taking on a job.

“What’s the point of being at your peak as an actress? Once that peak is over, you’ll be old and no one will want you. If you want happiness as a woman, it’s better to get married quickly and live happily with your husband.”

“No, it’s not! It’s not better! Please, get a grip!”

Cold sweat began to trickle down Han Eun-sol’s forehead.

‘This woman is serious.’

Anyone else would have laughed it off as a mere grumble, but Choi Yeon-ha was the type to never say empty words, even if she joked. If she was saying such things, it meant she was really thinking about it.

“No, Noona, let’s think about it. If you do well now, you can make a lot of money. How much money you can make in the future…”

“I have a lot of money now.”

“Yes, you do! But you can make so much more than you have now.”

“Eun-sol.”

“Yes?”

“Money isn’t everything in the world, you materialist.”

“Oh…”

“Money is like that. Once you earn more than a certain amount, you don’t need any more. Do you think I’m acting because of money?”

“I guess not. I know that, but…”

“With the money I have now, my husband and I can live comfortably for the rest of our lives. Why should I be obsessed with money when I can live a life of luxury?”

‘Is she really thinking about it?’

There were actresses like that.

Actresses who were doing well, but suddenly stopped all activities, got married, and lived well. They were the type who naturally disliked being in front of others.

‘But it’s Noona!’

Han Eun-sol felt a sudden dizziness.

No! He had to stop her!

There were many people who would lose out if Choi Yeon-ha got married. Han Eun-sol himself would be left hanging. He didn’t have much to do, but he was living a life of leisure, getting paid double what others did just for being Choi Yeon-ha’s manager.

The president, tired of seeing him like that, had tried to give him other work while Choi Yeon-ha was lazing around at home, but after a call from Choi Yeon-ha, he had told him to go play at a PC cafe and even gave him pocket money.

‘No way!’

“Noona, let’s think about it again…”

“That’s enough.”

Choi Yeon-ha slumped back in her seat.

“Marriage is not something you do alone.”

Choi Yeon-ha said dejectedly.

“I should have sealed the deal this time. It was a really good opportunity! If I had struck at the right moment, there would have been no turning back! That damn woman!”

‘I don’t know who you are, but thank you so much.’

Somewhere in the sky, there was a savior of life… no, of his life. It was a society where people helped each other.

Han Eun-sol sincerely thanked the unknown ‘damn woman.’ She had prevented many people from losing their jobs. She deserved to be blessed.

“Noona, marriage is good and all, but let’s finish this job first. It’s a really important job.”

It was a job that had even piqued the interest of Choi Yeon-ha, who had ignored all sorts of scenarios. An offer had come in to cast Choi Yeon-ha as the lead actress in a major drama being produced in China with great care.

“Japan and Korea are nothing. If you become popular in China, you can rake in money like crazy.”

“I don’t need money.”

“No, just…”

Choi Yeon-ha sighed and looked out the window with a slightly dazed gaze.

“Anyway, that woman really made me want to explode. If Kang Jin-ho hadn’t cursed her out so openly, I would have gotten sick with anger. Wow, the force he had back then… Wow!”

“He cursed at a woman?”

“Well, it was almost a curse.”

“Does that look good to you?”

“Of course.”

“How can that look good? It’s rude.”

Choi Yeon-ha chuckled.

“Hey, you’re single, right?”

“…Do you have to hit me with the facts so suddenly?”

“That’s why you’re single, you idiot. Do you think women like men just because they have good manners? Those manners should only be for me. A man who is like a knife to other women but gentle to me is the real definition of manners and consideration. A man who is nice to every woman is just a player.”

“But Noona.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re single too.”

“…I’ll, I’ll escape soon.”

“Honestly, I can listen to everything else you say, but I can’t stand it when you talk about dating. Honestly, if you have any conscience, you shouldn’t say such things. I’m single now, but you’re a lifelong single. And besides!”

Han Eun-sol, equipped with a Factriot missile, pressed the launch button.

“Kang Jin-ho didn’t seem to be particularly nice to you either?”

“He didn’t seem to have any manners either.”

He began to feel a vibration from behind.

“Pull over.”

“Pardon?”

“I said, pull over.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s die together today! Pull over. Let’s take off our ranks and fight!”

“I, I’m sorry.”

“Pull over, you jerk!”

Han Eun-sol sighed deeply as he dodged the cushion flying from behind towards the driver’s seat.