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

<Episode 123>

 

Frankly speaking, I was a bit embarrassed,

Rue’s method of ‘helping’ was both radical and unfamiliar.

 

‘Is this a demi-god thing?’

However, up until now, Rue had generally been relaxed and nonchalant, not unlike an ordinary person.

 

I wasn’t even angry at Rue’s proposition to kill my dear friend. I was just very unsure of how to react.

 

“That… murder is bad.”

 

Rue replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Wow, what astonishing information. Thanks to you, I’ve realized a truth I hadn’t before…”

“Wait. Hold on.”

 

Just as Rue was about to raise the other eyebrow, I quickly interjected.

“Your attitude right now is just like it was in Zenail Castle.”

 

Did I hit the nail on the head? Rue’s lips closed tightly.

“You usually go out of your way to sarcastically mock even the smallest things when you’re upset about something. Why are you doing this? Is it because you’re still dissatisfied about something from back then? Just open up and say it. There’s nothing to hide between us.”

 

Rue remained silent. Somehow, he resembled a stubborn child right now.

 

‘A child?’

No, that was just a metaphor. Right now, Rue truly felt like an ordinary person.

Not someone who interpreted every event with exceptional insight and an aloof perspective, but as just one of the ordinary people around him…

 

Rue’s expression noticeably hardened.

“You know me too well.”

 

His voice sounded like he was criticizing me, like it was full of resentment and other embarrassing emotions.

 

Look at this. What do you mean demi-god? He was very human.

 

‘Human, huh?’

 

At that moment, a fact flashed through my mind.

 

‘Oh, the balance?’

 

Only then did I understand why Rue unusually felt like an ordinary person. Wasn’t it because his balance was off, and the extremely human part became prominent?

 

‘The more stimulating and intense emotions you’re exposed to, the closer you are to the human side.’

 

That’s right. That’s what it was.

 

Perhaps because I realized the cause of Rue’s feisty behavior these past few days, my heart became light.

 

Yeah, Rue wasn’t a God yet.

 

He was just a demi-god who was far too immature compared to a God. A being that becomes very human when the balance is disrupted – he was such a being.

 

Rue glanced at me with narrowed eyes.

“I’m sure I told you not to get lost in your thoughts while you’re talking with me.”

 

Hmm, I see. Rue was feeling human emotions because of me. At Zenail Castle, and even in this very moment.

 

A soft humming seemed to flow through my mind, unlike anything I had experienced before.

My feet felt light, as if they could soar into the sky. Unconsciously, a smile formed on my face.

 

“It’s nothing remarkable. It’s just, it’s natural for me to know a lot about Rue. Since you told me what you are.”

 

I spoke in a very low voice.

 

“Even if it doesn’t seem like it, I’m always watching over you. To be honest, I thought you would say something about the matter of marriage, not that I expected any profound advice or anything. Um, since Rue is the only one who knows my situation accurately, and marriage shouldn’t be taken lightly…”

 

While I rambled on, Rue’s stiff expression gradually softened. He suddenly had a small smile on his face.

Rue, who had returned to his usual playful self, asked me.

 

“Can’t it?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Marriage can’t be taken lightly?”

Awkwardly scratching my cheek, I nodded my head.

 

“Well… Isn’t that usually the case?”

 

Rue, who stared at me like that, suddenly spread open his arms and said.

 

“Hug me.”

“What?”

“Come and hug me.”

“Are you crazy, Mi? Why would I?”

“Does the reason matter? I just want to hug you, so to speak.”

 

His audacious attitude left me speechless this time.

I know I had my own blunt and audacious side, but sometimes Rue showed an even bolder side than me.

 

Thanks to that, I often find myself in chaotic situations where I can’t do this or that.

Why? Because there is no one else in the world who treats me like this!

 

“Tsk.”

 

Rue, who briefly clicked his tongue, approached me, who’d hardened in my spot. My heart raced cheerfully at his charming smile.

 

“Our heartless prince. Always making the princess hold him.”

And like he said, he swiftly lifted me up in his arms.

 

Instinctively, and in some ways, familiarly, I wrapped my arms around Rue’s neck. As Rue took confident steps, he sat on the rocking chair near the window and neatly placed my legs on the armrest.

 

Carefully adjusting the fabric of my clothes between his arms and the chair, Rue whispered.

 

“You’re right, Daisy. Murder is wrong.”

 

A thought suddenly occurred to me as the gentle voice began to make me relaxed.

I wondered if it wasn’t just the balance, but also that the weight of murder was light for Rue.

 

“I should stay in Calepa for about two days and come back. I didn’t expect my condition to be ugly enough to be caught by you.”

 

Ugly?

 

‘Is Rue calling his jealousy ugly?’

 

I…I didn’t really feel that way. In fact, knowing the cause somewhat made it cute.

“But before that, I should resolve the issue of ‘marriage advice’ you told me about.”

 

As he lightly flicked his finger towards the empty air, a bell next to the bed chimed cheerfully.

 

Clatter.

 

Soon after, the head maid entered the bedroom. Startled by the sight of me and Rue entangled together, she quickly cleared her throat and averted her gaze.

 

A strange sense of embarrassment that was hard to describe filled me. I wanted to hide in a rat hole, but I also did not want Rue’s arms to let go. I was enveloped in double shame.

 

Rue smiled mischievously with a face like there was nothing wrong and spoke to the head maid.

 

“I will settle the matter of Viscount Weatherwoods marriage.”

 

Even though his words were sudden, the maid promptly refused.

 

“No, you can’t.”

“Reject me after hearing me out, at least.”

“Not Morian Serenier.”

 

Rue’s rebuke and the head maid’s stubbornness erupted almost simultaneously.

 

“Morian Serenier?”

 

In response to my question, the maid clenched her fist with an expression that showed she couldn’t accept it.

 

“No matter what, we can’t marry our master to a fictional character like Morian Serenier!”

Rue chuckled.

 

“The head maid’s imagination is as creative as Daisy’s. Why would Morian Serenier and Daisy get married? Morian already has her partner, Gray Weatherwoods. Do you normally like such melodramatic plays?”

 

The head maid hid her flushed cheek and let out a second fake cough.

 

“Ahem! I apologize if it was just my speculation. I thought you wouldn’t even be past that.”

Head Maid, I didn’t expect it, but you’re surprisingly open-minded, aren’t you?

 

With a light sigh, Rue loosened his collar and answered, still holding me.

“Marrying the century’s beauty. It may not look bad, but it won’t be of much help. The flies won’t let their guard down.”

“Flies?”

“So, it would be better to lean towards a man. What kind of person is the husband you desire for Viscount Weatherwoods?”

 

As if waiting, the maid smoothly responded to Rue’s question.

 

“I hope he comes from a prestigious family, receives an excellent education, and has artistic talent and a strong background in humanities. He should have no flaws in his character, and his speech should be a bit heavy. Connections are not that important since we will build them in the future. Knowledge is not a necessary requirement, as our master has a broad enough perspective.”

 

Isn’t that too much to ask for?

 

“Like a greenhouse flower? It seems far from Daisy’s taste.”

“And the most important point!”

 

The Head Maid raised her index finger and emphasized.

 

“He must have no defects when it comes to having children.”

 

I couldn’t help but criticize her statement.

“Head Maid, are people objects? How can you say they must have no defects?”

 

“In the marriage market, people are often treated as objects, which is the uncomfortable reality. The partner for Viscount Weatherwoods must also be sexually healthy. That way, you will have more opportunities to have an heir.”

 

I may not know much, but I could definitely understand that the maid was desperate for the Weatherwoods family’s succession.

 

“A child?”

 

As if it was something completely unexpected, a question asked in a slightly bewildered tone fell upon my head.

 

“Daisy Fager’s child?”

 

“….”

 

“Your and some other man’s child?”

 

The look in his eyes, conveying disbelief, as if it was impossible, urged me not to reply, but I hesitantly affirmed.

 

“Yes.”

“Did I raise you like this? You’re going to have a child?”

 

When did you raise me? I grew up fine on my own?

‘…It’s true that Rue has been watching over me for a while.’

 

So, I didn’t say anything. Rue spoke to the head maid, but it was more like he was talking to himself than demanding an actual answer.

 

“Does she really have to have one?”

 

In response to Rue’s doubt, the maid firmly affirmed with a determined face.

“Succession is the duty of the head of the family.”

 

With furrowed brows, Rue, as if lost in deep thought, looked down at the top of my head in silence.

 

Then, soon after, he slowly raised his head.

“If it’s a duty, then we can’t help it. Then I guess I’ll try hard. To let Daisy have a child.”

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