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

<Episode 192>

 

‘Another trick.’

Bernard, who swallowed a sigh, collected the scraps of paper that had turned into dust.

Although Lord Calepa’s reaction was somewhat intense, it was not surprising. This was already the third time this happened.

 

It all started with a rumour that Princess Natasha would become the regent of the crown prince.

– The betrothal decree of Daisy Weatherwoods, the head of the Weatherwoods family, and Princess Natasha Penrotta!

 

This same-sex marriage, which caused a great sensation throughout the empire, quickly turned into an even bigger fire just two days later.

 

– The betrothal decree of Daisy Weatherwoods, the head of the Weatherwoods family, and Raphael Zenail, the head of the Zenail family!

 

And now, two more days had passed.

The raging fire evolved into an explosion.

 

 – The betrothal decree of Daisy Weatherwoods, the head of the Weatherwoods family, and Jurian Berkeley Gratten, the head of the Berkeley Gratten family!

 

All of this happened in just five days.

By this point, rumors had started circulating among the public that the Emperor had finally gone mad.

 

However, according to the information received from Ragel, it was difficult to see this behavior as just the Emperor’s sudden madness.

 

『The Emperor seems to be hoping for Princess Natasha to succeed the throne. However, it appears that the princess is adamantly refusing, so various methods of persuasion or coercion are being employed, with Viscount Weatherwoods at the center.』

 

As Viscount Daisy Weatherwoods is a subject of the empire, she cannot refuse a marriage decreed by the Emperor. In other words, this meant he was putting pressure on Natasha by trying to attach names of various marriages, including same-sex, to Viscount Weatherwoods’ name.

 

‘Does repeating such actions three times mean she’ll accept? How funny. To think someone is swayed by the issue of the marriage of someone who is neither a lover nor a family member.’

 

Or was it because she wanted no harm to come to her lifesaver? It seemed that Princess Natasha wasn’t as shameless as the emperor.

 

“Bernard.”

In response to the urgent call, Bernard answered with his hands full of powdered paper.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Stop cleaning that and bring Skuld and Urd.”

 

Cold sweat trickled down Bernard’s back.

So, they were finally going to carry out the task!

 

In Rogue, Lord Calepa’s words were no less than God’s orders. Although Bernard had never disobeyed a divine command before, this time he couldn’t help but feel reluctant, even if it was passively.

 

“Lord Calepa, it seems like Miss Daisy had no intention of accepting the marriage ceremony… Could you wait just one more day…?”

 

Lord Calepa, who had taken his eyes off the book, smiled as he met Bernard’s gaze.

 

“One more day?”

 

“….”

 

“How much longer?”

 

After closing the book he was holding, Lord Calepa threw it through the stack of piled paper. Then, with a twisted expression, he gave a sly smile and commanded.

 

Rod Callepa closed his book and threw it through a pile of paper. Then, as if to prove his twisted mind, he ordered with a corny smile.

 

“I’ve waited long enough for four days. Get ready, Bernard. We’re going to Ragel tonight.”

 

* * *

I looked down at the fallen messenger, clutching the letter with the emperor’s seal tightly.

The neighboring residents who had been observing the situation around the Weatherwood Manor turned their backs, clicking their tongues.

 

“Tsk tsk, I knew it would come to this. Those messengers of the crazy emperor are bothering Viscount Weatherwoods again?”

 

“And why would a young person marry someone old like Berkeley-Gratten? Truly despicable.”

It was quite easy to shut up the royal messengers.

With a slap on the cheek.

 

“Ouch!”

 

With one bright and cheerful friction, the royal messenger fell silent.

Of course, it took a little longer to silence knights accompanying him, but it wasn’t a complicated task either.

 

Why?

Because I was now a God of the Southern Continent.

 

“…sigh.”

 

The head maid exhaled a long sigh filled with complex and subtle emotions and asked me with an expression that looked half, no, more than half resigned.

 

“Master, as I told you before… the servant carrying the emperor’s seal is equivalent to being the emperor’s representative. Such treatment could potentially cause a backlash. Are you sure it’s alright?”

 

“You don’t have to worry. Natasha will take care of it.”

…I think?

 

They say if a noble makes a promise to come, they truly do. My reinforcement appeared as if he was waiting to fulfill my wish.

 

“I expected this, but you’ve already taken care of it.”

 

I looked up at the familiar voice.

Through the backlight, I saw a tall man leaning against the tightly closed iron bars.

 

It was the first time in years that I’d seen him in comfortable, casual clothing, but there was no way I couldn’t recognize my close friend who rolled with me on the battlefield for a long time.

 

Raphael.

 

– It’s fine. I can take full responsibility for this. Seeing her moving around actually brings me relief.

 

…Raphael with a trashy doll?

 

– Hello, Daisy.

I looked through the pile of hanging straw figures in Rafael’s embrace, or rather, clinging to him. The energy and voice emanating from the pile were undoubtedly…

 

“Natasha.”

 

– That’s right, my Daisy. You recognized me at a glance. I came to visit because I have something important to talk about with you. Can you spare some time?

 

The sight of the dummy waving what seemed to be two arms was truly strange and yet familiar.

 

“Yes, come in.”

 

Wondering what urgent matter brought them here so suddenly, I led them into the mansion.

The assassin-butler set up the tea and refreshment on behalf of the maid who quickly hid. Raphael’s gaze, which had been observing me all this time, couldn’t be sharper.

 

I proudly huffed my chest, so Raphael could explore me more easily.

“Look as much as you’d like.”

 

Now that I was a deity of the continent, I could generously allow human curiosity.

 

“…sigh.”

 

He made an expression like something was ridiculous, but soon tilted his head with a mysterious look in his eyes. Nevertheless, his face had become noticeably lighter than before.

 

“How are you feeling, Natasha?”

 

—I can’t stand up yet, but basic everyday life has become possible. Thanks to you.

 

“What about the emperor? Is he truly crazy?”

 

—I have no face to show to you in that matter. I’m sorry, Daisy. Today will be the last time my brother bothers you, so please be generous.

 

“Yeah, sure, I can.”

Since I am the God of the southern continent.

 

Natasha, who’d preserved and held out the 15 days I was asleep, regained her sanity exactly five days ago.

 

Of course, it wasn’t the result of Mephisto’s heart crystal ascending on its own. Following Dian’s will, I used his soul to destroy Mephisto’s.

 

The method was simple.

 

Using the magical tool that Rue used on me in Calepa, I extracted Natasha’s and my souls. Then, I separated Dian’s heart crystal from my soul and resonated it with Natasha’s soul.

 

That was it.

 

In this way, Dian’s heart crystal, enveloping Mephisto’s heart crystal that had infiltrated Natasha’s soul, was annihilated. It completely disappeared from this world.

 

With Dian’s heart crystal gone, only my soul remained.

I was engulfed in a deep emptiness.

 

It was a feeling of emptiness so vivid that it chilled me to the bone, far from being a vague impression.

 

‘…I suppose. As Dian said, we were together all this time.’

 

The fact that I only found out now was deplorable, and it filled me with genuine regret.

 

“Thanks to you, Miss Daisy, we were able to fulfill Dian Cecht’s long-cherished wish. As a Calepa, and a representative of Rogue, I would like to thank you. We owe you a great debt that cannot be repaid, so please give us an opportunity to repay it someday.”

 

“Don’t say that. When you think about it, Skuld is no different from my master. How could there be any debt in a master-disciple relationship?”

 

“…Indeed, Miss Daisy seems to have a knack for making people not know what to say. I am ashamed.”

 

According to the story that followed Skuld’s visit, there was a reason why Dian accepted Mephisto as his disciple despite my warning.

 

“Mephisto is a name he gave himself after he was excommunicated. In Rogue, he was once called Mori Cecht. All the children without a place to go, whom Dian Cecht personally took in as disciples, inherited the Cecht surname…”

 

In the end, it meant that what had been done once could not be changed. Was this what fate was? The concept of causes and reasons seemed deep and intricate, beyond my comprehension.

 

– In my haste to create it, I crammed it into a small pile, making it awkward to move. Lift me up, Andert.

 

Due to Raphael, who didn’t even bother to help Natasha, the dummy that was crawling towards me reluctantly spread its arms wide. As I lifted it as desired, I could feel a warm body temperature that felt human.

 

– Mmm. Soft and fluffy Daisy is nice. It’s the best.

 

Just as I was about to ask what exactly was the best.

Raphael’s hand, reaching out from the chair across, grabbed the straw dummy by the neck.

 

– Hey. Let go, Raphael!

 

He threw Natasha’s dummy into a corner of the drawing room as if it were a dirty bug. When the pile, struggling to come back, tried to nestle in my arms again, he placed it right next to me and put on a stern expression.

 

“Don’t move. Sit here and talk.”

 

– You’re quite jealous, Raphael. Now that Andert has turned into Daisy, could it be that you’re suddenly filled with perverted desires? Don’t harbor futile dreams. If I allowed the union between you and Daisy, it would solely be to see Daisy’s second generation…

 

“Natasha, shut your mouth.”

It should go without saying, but a dummy made of straws did not have a mouth.

 

“So… what’s the reason for coming all the way from the Imperial City to Midwinterre?”

 

As if waiting for the question, Raphael and the dummy answered.

 

– I came to request the education of Prince Egret.

 

“No, I won’t do it.”

 

– Please refrain from making a hasty refusal. I came to ask my sister, Princess Anastasia Milliorg Penrotta.”

 

Ah.

 

‘…This is a bit awkward.’

 

Did she already know? Or…

 

– If you don’t mind, I would like to talk to Anastasia one-on-one…

 

That’s when it happened.

 

With a sense of urgency, a man dressed in the uniform of the Zenail Knights burst into the entrance. He was the knight who was clearing the fallen snow in front of the entrance on Raphael’s orders.

 

“U-urgent news! A report has arrived that the Imperial Palace has been raided by a monster!”

“What?”

– A monster, you say?

 

Raphael, who remained calm even in the face of an emergency, grabbed his discarded coat and asked.

 

“Can you provide more details?”

Raphael looked at me and urged the hesitant knight to speak.

 

“It’s okay, go ahead and explain.”

 

“Yes! According to the information we received, the monster has blue hair… and called himself the God of the Northern Continent…”

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Bahaha I knew proper treason would be committed at least once in this story

And guys, it looks to me like Daisy might secretly be a bit chipper about being the new demi-god of the southern continent lmao, it’s so cute