The Peaceful Life of a Maid Who Hides Her Power and Enjoys It

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<Episode 103>

 

Gavroche concluded that the identity of the sword-demon was Daisy Fager of the Weatherwood family, based on the fact that all the personnel sent to the target had gone missing, as well as the testimonies of the residents and internal information.

 

He immediately headed to Midwinterre.

Expecting the swordmaster to trace or follow him, he didn’t use his ID Card and even endured the hardship of hiding in the train’s luggage compartment.

 

However, the process of reaching and inquiring about the Weatherwoods family proved to be unexpectedly cumbersome.

 

“What? Where is the Weatherwoods family?”

“Hmm. His gaze isn’t normal. Isn’t this bastard an assassin?”

 

“What are you worried about, sir? Have you already forgotten Miss Daisy’s request? If it looks dangerous, don’t hesitate to inform her discreetly. She said she would handle it herself.”

 

“Hmm, that’s right. Listen up, outsider. Miss Daisy Fager is a maid of the Weatherwoods family. She’s a monster who wields an axe, so you better be careful. Consider this a warning.”

 

An assassin? The words of the market traders seemed to describe someone weirder than assassins.

 

However, when Gavroche recalled the craziness of the sword-demon, he realized that the information provided by the traders was nothing special.

 

And then Gavroche found the lunatic sword-demon.

 

“You bastard. Because of you, I rolled around like a clam on that deserted island… risking my life!”

 

Gavroche couldn’t understand the absurdity that was of a sword-demon working as a maid, but there was something he couldn’t understand even more.

 

Since the day he met that woman, he no longer had nightmares.

Yes, the reason Gavrochr had come to find the mad wizard was exactly that. 

He had been caught up in a very troublesome suspicion lately.

 

What was the last nail left in his mind for?

…if there was an answer.

* * *

“Who is Daisy Fager?”

 

The mad sorcerer just stared at Gavroche with an unwavering gaze.

“I admit that woman definitely has a close connection to my past. But no matter how much I think about it, it’s strange. Her, not me.”

 

The man turned his gaze towards the window.

Under the night sky with a full moon, it appeared as if the white, floating sanctuary was soaring through the sky among the clouds.

 

“Is there something strange about her? She’s a bit reckless and cute, that’s all.”

 

Was he insane? No, of course he was.

 

“But I’m curious about what made you have such doubts.”

Gavroche remained silent for a moment.

 

There was no room for hesitation or wavering when dealing with this crazy wizard. However, since the sword-demon refused to talk, there was no other choice.

 

“At first, I thought I was Andert Fager.”

 

“….”

 

“I believed that the significance of the second nail was to completely seal away the memories of that time. He matched my age somewhat, and there were even soldiers who mistook me for him during the magic war. …Above all, Daisy Fager called me Andert.”

 

“That sounds plausible. But judging from the way you speak,  something swayed your judgment in the end. Is there a reason?”

 

“A feeling.”

He let out a hollow laugh even as he said it. It was ridiculous.

But strangely enough, Gavroche was trusting his instincts. At least this time.

 

“I feel uncomfortable whenever I see Daisy Fager.”

 

Gavroche recalled the light-green eyes he’d first encountered in the crack of water-curtain at the waterfall.

 

“It’s the first time I’ve felt the presence of someone whose face and name I don’t even know to be so unpleasant. At first, I wondered if I should kill her. But it wasn’t that my hand was reaching for my sword. Moreover….”

 

Next, he remembered the moment that had felt like a stab so intense that it sent shivers down his spine.

 

“She had a similar habit to me before I corrected my posture.”

 

The sword-demon’s skills undoubtedly surpassed Gavroche.

However, the familiarity of the small habits and movements derived from those habits worked in his favor.

 

It allowed him to engage with the sword-demon and clash with her sword with relatively less difficulty.

 

“Corrected?”

“It’s nothing special. During the process of learning swordsmanship under the Swordmaster, I had to get rid of some minor habits. The position of my hand when gripping the sword, the foot stance…why am I even telling you about these trivial details?”

 

Gavroche recalled the conversation he had with the sword-demon on the way up to the sanctuary. It was a brief exchange, but he gained one certainty.

 

His nightmare originated from the Queen Island incident.

‘My past lies on Queen Island.’

 

Furthermore, that past must be connected to the sword-demon.

If the second nail that the swordmaster had driven into his mind was related to a long-lost “memory,” what would happen if he removed the nail? If the lost past were to return?

 

As if the deranged sorcerer could read his thoughts, a mocking smile crept across his lips.

“If I remove your last nail, how will you repay that debt?”

 

Gavroche remained silent and sneered.

“I don’t think a magician like you needs anything of mine.”

 

The deranged sorcerer paid no attention to his rebuttal.

“Hmm… I just had a rather interesting idea. Let’s put a nail of mine in the place where yours was.”

 

“What?”

 

In an instant, Gavroche tightly closed his eyes, overwhelmed by a dizzying sensation like a typhoon. Then he opened them again.

 

He felt as if a heavy lock had filled his mind, but it quickly vanished.

“This is a one-time nail that has nothing to do with memories. It’s enough for you to forget about it and live your life.”

 

Gavroche shook his head to dispel the dizziness and asked, “What is your… purpose?”

 

“At least it’s not something as unfortunate as yours.”

 

A golden gleam flashed in the deranged sorcerer’s eyes as he spoke.

“Don’t worry, thanks to this nail, you’ll be indebted to me… twice.”

 

A deafening noise echoed in his mind as a familiar sensation overwhelmed him.

‘Damn it.’

Gavroche, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, collapsed weakly, surrounded by ringing in his ears.

 

* * *

 

This is the beautiful city of Midwinterre, located in the Penrotta Empire.

 

Passing through the bustling streets, I found myself in a tranquil mansion. In this peaceful estate, filled with the atmosphere of a leisurely holiday, I was…

 

“Miss Daisy, are you ready to talk now?”

 

I was trapped.

 

“This is an urgent matter. I think we’ve given you quite a bit of time.”

“…what do you mean given me quite a bit of time? You asked me five minutes ago.”

 

Sighing deeply, I leaned back in my chair. 

I noticed my unpacked suitcase near the door.

 

The space I was trapped in was the Weatherwoods Room.

This room, located next to the first-floor library, had never been opened ever since I arrived at Weatherwoods.

 

It seemed like it was only yesterday that I was trying to find the key to it, wondering if this was where Dian Cecht’s relic was…

 

‘I never expected the key to be with old man Malcolm.’

Regardless of who the owner of the key was, there was one significant peculiarity in the Weatherwood Room.

 

That was the fact that there was nothing here at all.

It was empty. The room that I’d expected to be filled with the secrets and treasures of the family was simply vacant.

 

Even the table and chairs we were sitting on were borrowed from the kitchen, so to speak.

 

That’s why it was even more suspicious.

‘They kept an empty room locked up like this?’

 

I suspiciously glanced at the floor. Surely, if I said something wrong, fire wouldn’t erupt out of it… right?

 

“This was not a decision made without any consideration. During the past ten days when you were absent, I pondered about various options, and came to the conclusion that you becoming the successor of the Weatherwoods family is the best course of action.”

 

I looked at the impatient Head Maid, who had been urging me for an answer since earlier.

While the Head Maid usually had a stern personality, this was the first time I’d seen her so impatient.

 

“Miss Daisy Fager, I want you to become the new head of the Weatherwoods family and lead it.”

Well, it’s not that I didn’t understand the issue, but it was still hard to comprehend.

 

‘For someone who’s lived as a maid to become a noble? They should at least provide a proper explanation.’

 

Moreover, I was the one suddenly bombarded with this proposal, so why were they more impatient than me?

 

“So, what’s this issue you were pondering about?”

“The continuation of the family.”

 

I shrugged my shoulders. 

It was no surprise for the Head Maid to always prioritize the Weatherwoods family.

 

“That’s not an answer that helps me understand. I’m just a maid of the Weatherwoods family, not a blood relative.”

 

“Whether you are a blood relative or not is not important to me. I simply want to continue protecting the Weatherwoods family left by the previous owner.”

 

“Then you should do it yourself. Why me?”

 

“Miss Daisy is strong and resilient.”

 

“Mr. Rue and Jean are also strong and resilient.”

 

“But those two cannot be fully trusted yet.”

 

“And I can be fully trusted? That’s even more strange, you know?”

 

“Enough, enough!”

 

Malcolm, who had been observing the situation with a warm cup of tea, intervened.

 

“Calm down. This is ridiculous. Both of you are only concerned with expressing your own opinions, so there is no progress in the conversation! Head Maid, why are you being so emotional? This is unlike you!”

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Daisy: phew… if rue says he’ll take care of Andert, I can be relieved

Rue: does Rue-like things.

 

Rue stays a shady bastard and I love him for it.