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

<Episode 29>

As I followed the two men who didn’t seem to know how to read the atmosphere, the road to the super-large private airfield appeared. We re-loaded ourselves in the carriage prepared there. As soon as I sat down inside, Rue asked what was so funny that I’d kept staring at the back of his head in the streets back there.

“What is so unsatisfactory, my Viscount?”

I answered immediately, as I had been waiting for him to ask.

“I’m unhappy that you’re so pretty.”

One of Rue’s eyebrows, looking up obliquely, moved up and down.

For a moment, I almost couldn’t breathe.

This is because it totally felt like I was dealing with Rue, the gardener-cum-chef who was 190cm tall, brazen, cheeky, bad-tempered, and greedy – not Morian, who he’d turned into.

I wanted to sew up my lips and just gawk while I was talking about how pretty he was.

Nevertheless, I was very dissatisfied. It’s always better to say what you want to say if you want to feel better.

“You didn’t have to be so pretty.”

I can’t help but keep my eyes on him.

The servant closed his ears and immersed himself in driving, but it was not hidden in his eyes that he was thinking all sorts of silly things.

Rue, who had been silent for a while, warned grimly.

“I told you not to fall for me.”

“I told you not to talk nonsense to me.”

“It’s all right to seduce me. But don’t do it to other women. I know how to keep my eyes open. Don’t stick out your lips. Actually, try to keep your eyes closed as much as you can.”

“Should I just not breathe?”

Meanwhile, our carriage arrived at the private airfield.

After getting out of the car, I couldn’t help but burst into admiration for a short time.

“This is…”

It seemed like an evening dinner party.

The tables were lined on the green grass, with sweet desserts and champagne on each one, waiting for their owners to come. The throngs of people seemed busy having conversations, enjoying the relaxing free time they had just before they got on the airship.

And beyond all that, a large, picturesque airship.

‘Did he say it was called Black Ragel?’

First and foremost, it was black. It resembled a crow mid-flying as it stretched it’s wings and soared in the sky. The super large modifier made me understand at once how massive the oval body really was.

“The aristocrats are waiting over there. Follow me, we’ll carry your luggage to the cabin.”

I’m not used to this kind of treatment.

But Rue looked very familiar with this. He even waved his hand at the men who stared at us stupidly. He was definitely really into the role.

‘I can easily bury myself between these people.’

Rue could have also easily blended in if he wasn’t so unnecessarily beautiful.

“Please, please! Come back after having a great time! It would be so well and peaceful for the Weatherwoods mansion if no incident occurs. Please try your best to ensure that it doesn’t.”

I, Daisy.

A brave soldier on the front lines on behalf of a master who doesn’t even exist.

I carefully checked the dozens of influential people who filled the airfield one by one, reflecting on the request of the headmaid who’d been about to beg me when we were leaving on both her knees.

“Hm.”

‘I have no idea who’s who!’

I was sure that I’d memorised ‘members of the aristocratic society’, the list that the maid had given me the past few days…but it seemed you can never memorise stuff like that in just theory.

‘In addition, there are several people in the aristocratic council who are not actually aristocrats.’

Several wealthy commoners were also visible.

While it may be called the aristocratic council, at this scale, it was nothing more than a large-scale social gathering for the upper class.

The stairs leading up to the airship entrance were long and unstable.

I climbed the stairs first, carefully assisting Rue in his high-heeled shoes. Dozens of heads were watching us under the sky.

“Who is that?”

“They’re young. Has the aristocratic association recently accepted a new family?”

“I know right? If they were from a famous family, how would we not know them?”

On arriving at the entrance, the man who was guiding us said to the flight attendant.

“This is Viscount Weatherwoods, and his wife, Viscountess.”

It was when we’d been identified.

“…the Viscount Weatherwoods?”

The man who was passing through the aisle ahead of us turned his back. A familiar face with the weight of the years asked me,

“Are you really the son of the Weatherwoods?”

I couldn’t not recognize that imposing middle-aged face.

The father of Viscountess Weatherwoods,

And a comrade who fought through the battlefield with me together as part of the allied forces, and taught me how to sharpen my skills in swordsmanship.

He was the Earl of Rosebell.

My heart was pounding because I wanted to approach him and say hello right away.

‘Put up with it. You have to put up with it. You’re not here as Andert, there’s no reason to be so excited about meeting him.’

The joy blooming from the heart is dangerous.

I answered, slowly lowering the corners of my mouth, which had slightly risen just below the cheekbone.

“Yes, I am Gray Weatherwoods. Would you happen to be Count Rosebell?”

“Ah, I didn’t expect you to…yes, I’m the Count of Rosebell.”

There remained a long scar on the forehead of the Earl Rosbel, which I’d once gotten to see up-close. It was so clear that it seemed like it would never go away, but it had thinned and faded quite a lot now.

“I’m truly happy to meet you like this. Haha, I remember my late mother often talking about the Count. To me, Count Rosebell was like a fairy tale hero.”

Count Rosebell accepted my request for a handshake with uncomfortable eyes.

“Thank you for the compliment, Viscount Weatherwoods. But have we met before? It feels as though you’re somewhat familiar.”

I hadn’t spoken more than a few words, but he was still so sharp.

They say that a swordmaster is envious of nothing except the sixth sense and instincts of a war veteran. The old saying holds no lie.

“No, I don’t believe we’ve ever met. I apologise if I upset you by acting too familiar.”

“…no, that’s fine. The connection might have been cut off, but the Weatherwoods and Rosebell are still close relatives.”

Count Rosebell’s words were stiff. His face seemed colder and more distant than when I’d first met him as Andert.

‘It’s understandable. Imagine how he must feel seeing my face, the one who practically ate up his daughter’s fortune without ever meeting him.’

I understood how he felt, but it was none of my business.

I’m not Viscount Weatherwoods.

“It’s nice to be able to meet you like this. The beautiful lady next to you is…”

“My wife, Morian Serenier.”

“Were you married? Oh, I didn’t know that until today. The fact that I described our families’ relationship as close now seems comedic.”

“I apologise. There were some unexpected circumstances.”

Yep, there were definitely some circumstances, so please let go of that icy expression. The successor was an egg, an egg! What were we supposed to do? How would someone get married publicly to an egg which was in reality nothing more than a magic tool?!

“Count Rosebell.”

Fortunately, Count Rosebel was not a man who would threaten a woman.

He was called ‘the gentle swordsman’ even in that rough battlefield. At least the Earl of Rosebell was much softer when he talked with Rue.

Rue responded with a bright and girly smile.

“This is Morian Serenier. It’s a pleasure to be able to meet the great commander of the allied forces.”

“Serenier, you say…”

“From the Kingdom of Astrosa. My father is known as Count Serenier.”

“Astrosa? One of the Union of the North? You’ve come from a rather long distance.”

“I can go further for my beloved husband.”

The eyes of Count Rosebell, who smiled softly, were bitter. Perhaps his dead daughter had come to mind.

With a short sigh, he soon turned to my face.

“Situation happens to everyone. But not everyone understands. Anyway, I’m glad the Weatherwoods haven’t lost their prestige. But as I said earlier, not everyone will be as kind and understanding, so you’d better be careful.”

“Thank you for the advice.”

Count Rosebel turned his back and went away.

‘I’m glad we didn’t make enemies.’

That was enough.

Our cabin, which we were guided to by the crew, was spacious and comfortable. It was equipped with a bedroom, a reception room, and an office, so it was like coming to a small villa. I was taken by euphoria and admiration because of being in a aircruise after having just rode a mobile aircraft.

knock, knock.

“Ah! I am so glad to meet you, Viscount Weatherwoods.”

“I apologise for just barging in, Viscount Weatherwoods, but I was much obliged to meet you.”

Why were there so many people coming to meet me to give me their full name?

“Is this the power of a noble family?”

As the Viscount Weatherwoods, I tried my best to respond and see them off, but I wasn’t sure how I was doing. Around that time, the airship began to fly.

The cruise would fly through three cities for a week before returning to Ragel.

It felt strange to see Ragel moving away through the white clouds of spring.

How did I end up becoming Viscount Weatherwoods?

‘The life of a maid is truly unpredictable.’

knock, knock.

It was the ninth time someone had knocked on this day.

I opened the door with a hospitable smile on my face.

Fortunately, it was a flight attendant who’d visited me this time.

“Good evening, Viscount Weatherwoods. There’s a dinner arranged for the aristocratic council this evening. Would you like to attend?”

The aristocratic council’s dinner party!

‘This is the first time Viscount Weatherwoods has come to fill the vacancy at his seat. It would not be bad to make a good first impression.”

I nodded straight away.

“Of course, we should.”

“Then I’ll pick you up in four hour’s time. Please enjoy the rest of your afternoon.”

I stretched for a while after the attendant left. Perhaps it was because I’d been travelling all day, but my body was sore.

I think I need to get some sleep. I moved towards the bedroom and asked Rue.

“Wake me up for dinner.”

Rue, who was silently looking out the window, nodded.

All right, why don’t I forget about a maid’s duties for a while and take a nap?

When I awoke from my deep slumber,

It was already the next morning.

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Rue can not be a substitute for an alarm, it seems.