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

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<Episode 105>

 

“Please speak. I will try to accommodate you as much as possible.”

“I’ll be the head of the Weatherwoods. I will do my best to find Dian Cecht’s relics according to your wishes. In return, both of you must serve me as your lord.”

 

I took a seat on the third chair and looked at the two individuals in turn.

 

“Head Maid, from now on, your master will not be the previous head, but me.”

 

“…”

 

“And Grandpa, your top priority must be me, not the Calepa.”

 

This was a kind of warning.

 

“This is to say that you must completely accept me as the head of the Weatherwoods, rather than regarding this as a mutually-beneficial agreement. A relationship of authority and loyalty.”

 

Malcolm couldn’t easily find his words.

 

However, The head maid, after a very brief moment of conflict in her eyes, quickly regained her composure and nodded firmly.

 

“Okay, this is what we were hoping for as well. If Miss Daisy fulfills her duties as the head of the Weatherwoods, I will also fully accept you as my new master.”

“What about Grandpa?”

 

Malcolm’s eyes darkened. It seemed like he was caught in some complex calculations.

“…while I was down, Miss Daisy did Lenya a favor.”

 

That was already 15 days ago.

“After I came to, I was very surprised. You listened to the request of that child when you’d known her for at most a day. Your abilities were astonishing in many ways. I heard you even fled from Gavroche Berkeley-Gratten of the swordmaster’s family.”

 

I could overlook other parts, but I couldn’t just ignore this.

 

“You’re wrong. I didn’t flee, I overpowered him and forced him to stop.”

“Whichever it may be, the fact that you faced such a formidable opponent remains unchanged.”

 

“Are you denying it?”

 

“The truth is, it’s difficult for me to accept you as my lord. Even though I hail from the Empire, I’ve deeply converted to Rogue and involved myself in its affairs, and I’ve received a lot of help from my connection to them. This is a matter of my own sense of loyalty.”

 

“So, are you rejecting me?”

 

“If you don’t mind, I would like to propose a slightly different direction. I won’t be your servant, but your Gu…”

 

“Gu…?”

 

“Guard..”

 

“Guard…?”

 

“Guar- protect…”

 

Seeing Malcolm’s hesitation, the head maid interjected impatiently.

“Why are you hesitating so much? You’re saying you’ll be her guardian!”

“…Guardian?”

 

Out of nowhere? 

Malcolm looked at Head Maid with a more perplexed expression and then glanced at me.

 

“Ahem! It doesn’t mean too much. Don’t I know the state of Miss Daisy’s soul? It’s just that I want to help you as an adult, at least as long I’m alive.”

 

“Are you saying you’ll be my father or grandfather?”

“That’s not necessary. Being an elder of the Weatherwoods family is enough. And if I introduce you as my disciple in Rogue, you can gain various convenient benefits. Despite my age, I hold significant influence within the scattered factions of Rogue in the Empire.”

 

It was a proposal that wouldn’t cause me any damage.

 

‘Even though our first meeting was a bit strange, it seems like he cares about me quite a bit.’

 

It seemed that retrieving Dian Cecht’s diary had greatly endeared me to him.

 

“Alright then, let’s do it.”

“Thank you. I won’t let you down.”

 

Now things were roughly settled.

The Head Maid and I had a master-servant relationship, and between me and Malcolm…if I had to categorize, it would be something like a father-daughter relationship?

 

“But how do we prove the master-servant relationship? Maybe a pledge…”

At that moment, the closed door suddenly swung open, and a silver-haired doll popped out from behind.

 

“A blood oath.”

“Whoa!”

 

The head maid jerked back, and her chair slid backward. She stood up in a suspicious posture, widened her eyes and shouted.

 

“Wha-what a surprise!”

 

“It seems we can make a blood oath here.”

 

“Miss Jean? How did you…?”

 

“I came in because the three of you were having a secret conversation, excluding me.”

 

There was a hint of resentment in her chilly voice. Well, she deserved to be upset.

The Head Maid approached Jean with a relieved expression.

 

“I see. I’m sorry, but there is an important discussion going on at the moment, so if you could please leave for a while…”

 

“I will join as well.”

 

“…What?”

 

“The Blood Oath.”

 

There was no hesitation in Jean’s eyes as she spoke. Her tone was so natural that anyone would think she’d been invited to this meeting.

 

A blood oath.

This ominously named magic was a form of oath magic.

However, unlike traditional oath magic, it was more of an oath between equals rather than a one-sided one.

 

It involved binding each other with secrets or flaws and promising to live as eternal friends, family, or lovers.

 

The betrayer’s soul would not be destroyed. However, extreme caution was required as the imprint of the oath remained on a part of the body until death.

“I know you don’t trust me. However, the oath engraved on my arm by Duke Berkeley-Gratten has nothing to do with the Weatherwoods family.”

 

“Miss Jean.”

Jean looked directly at me, not the head maid, as she spoke.

 

“Please allow me to assist you, Senior.”

 

Assist?

 

‘If it’s assistance… she must be talking about a relationship like Raphael and Desherro’s…’

 

Oh, no. The idea wasn’t appealing to me at all.

Didn’t this mean that a new nagging machine would appear next to the head maid? 

You should just live as a disciple…

 

While I was deeply troubled, Malcolm quietly asked Jean.

 

“Rather than that, I’m more curious about why you want to be tied to the Weatherwoods family. What’s so lacking in the life of such a talented and young swordsman that you wish to become Miss Daisy’s assistant?”

 

After taking a moment to organize her thoughts, Jean answered.

“I… am an orphan. I have no parents or siblings. I have no friends either. If I am not accepted by The Weatherwoods, all that’s left for me is to beg on the streets and struggle to survive as I starve day by day until I die.”

 

There it was. That master technique of stimulating guilt and sympathy from the other person!

Befitting its rank as the strongest technique in the world, the effect was outstanding.

Pity was visible in the eyes of even the old man who’d tasted all of the bitterness of the world.

 

“No, of course, I did hear you had no relatives, but…”

“Alright.”

 

I nodded briefly, and the Head Maid looked at me in astonishment.

“Miss Daisy! This is not a decision to be made hastily!”

“I have already accepted Jean as my disciple. Our relationship goes beyond that of an assistant. And I am the Viscount, not you, Head Maid.”

 

At the short warning, the head maid’s lips pursed.

I led Jean to the side, placed the round table in the center, and demanded from the Head Maid.

 

“Now, take the blood oath.”

 

With a long sigh, the head maid held out her wrist.

 

The remaining three of us followed suit, and a cool breeze swept over our skin and into the air.

“Here, the four gathered in the Weatherwoods are about to take the blood oath.”

 

Oooong.

 

A golden aura manifested in the center.

A single strand of light descended and divided above our wrists. 

Long golden traces extended over our palms.

 

“Bound by the blood oath, we will fulfill our duties to each others like parents, siblings, and friends. We shall strengthen our oath by solemnly sharing our deepest flaws or secrets hidden within.”

 

In that moment, my inside of my heart twitched as if something was pricking it.

 

‘…What is this?’

Was it the effect of the blood oath?

 

“Who should take the oath first?”

“Since it’s a formal oath, as an elder, I’ll go first.”

 

Mallicops was the first to speak.

 

“I, Yette Malcolm, an agent of Rogue, was stationed in the Empire to investigate the biological experiments conducted by the Great Wizard Mephisto. Currently, I am focused on finding Rogue’s lost artifacts, including the ones left behind by Dian Cecht.”

 

Jean’s eyes widened after hearing the truth rather belatedly.

Malcolm, who had sworn his own secret, turned his gaze to the right. 

To the Head Maid.

 

The Head Maid, who swallowed hard enough for her faint Adam’s apple to bob up and down, parted her dry lips.

 

“My name is…”

If it wasn’t a misconception, it seemed like the corners of her mouth were trembling.

“My name is…”

And if I weren’t wrong, she seemed to be afraid of revealing her name.

 

Unlike me, who looked at her with puzzled eyes, Malcolm reassured her with a face that seemed to understand completely.

 

“Head Maid, don’t rush. Everything is up to your own will. There’s no need to be afraid.”

 

The head maid, who closed her eyes tightly once listening to him, continued her words.

 

“…My name is Anastasia Milliorge Penrotta. The princess of the Penrotta Empire and a disciple of the former Viscount Weatherwoods. I stayed in the Weatherwoods for the sake of the person who was my benefactor and my only family. I wish to fulfill the dreams he couldn’t achieve in his lifetime.”

 

A long silence followed. A very long silence.

‘Princess.’

 

In the silence, I regained my senses.

‘Princess. Did she just say she was Princess Anastasia?’

 

This strict, meticulous, nagging cleaning machine-devil, abomination-of-a-cook Head Maid, was a member of the royal family of the Penrotta Empire?

 

And my friend Natasha’s sister?

 

“Lies.”

“It’s not a lie.”

“So you’re playing around.”

“I’m afraid it’s no joke.”

 

As soon as the Head Maid finished speaking, Jean knelt down on one knee, extending her wrist.

 

“Your Highness.”

“…Sigh. Please rise, Jean. It has been a long time since I left the royal palace. After Ashernik succeeded the throne, it was as if our connection broke like the string of a kite. Now, I am just the Head Maid of the Weatherwoods family.”

 

It was a confession that was so surprising that it could leave one speechless in many ways.

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