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

<Episode 75>

 

Afterwards, I searched the mansion thoroughly for a long time to try and find Rue.

 

 However, for some reason, Rue was nowhere to be seen. It was as if he’d evaporated into the air, without leaving a trace.

 

“Um, Miss Daisy! What are you doing? You should be taking a rest!” 

I was scolded by Lenya. 

“Have you seen Rue?” 

“What? The C-Calepa..”

 

It seemed like she didn’t understand what I was talking about, so I decided to ask about it from Macolm, who was leisurely drinking tea in the reception room. 

 

“Grandpa, where is Rue? He’s not at home. Did he go out to buy ingredients or something?”

 

 Or could it be that he left me and went back to Weatherwoods first? Rue wouldn’t be that cold, but knowing him, it could be possible…

“He’s gone.”

He really left!

“Remember if you’re truly desperate.”

 

You say something like that and then you jump the gun? 

What the hell was he thinking? Was he just trying to tease me?

 

“When did he go to Weatherwoods?”

 “No, he didn’t go to Weatherwoods. He left for Rogue. He probably won’t come back.”

 …Rogue? 

 

‘He won’t come back?’ 

It was a claim that was hard to accept. The situation didn’t match up at all for him to suddenly disappear like that. 

 

I quickly swallowed the medicine Lenya had brought me and took a seat across from Malcolm. 

 

“Why did he go back to Rogue? Did something happen there?”

 “I cannot say. I did not ask, and dare not speculate on his reasons.” 

You timid old man.

 

“But how can you be so sure that he won’t come back?”

 “After entrusting you to me, he even urged me to take care of you until you reached Weatherwoods. Considering that he even took the assassins who entered our manor with him on the way to Rogue, it seems he intends to use them as his henchmen. He won’t come back. That was the atmosphere I felt, and I am certain.”

 

If Malcolm, a member of Rogue, was so sure…

I slowly closed and opened my eyes.

 

‘Why?’

Was there a special reason for him to leave so suddenly? 

Or was it simply because he felt like it? 

 

As soon as I regained my senses, the walking around I’d done made my head spin.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to calmly organize my thoughts without rushing. 

 

‘Rue… the mage who gave me my past life as Andert.’

 

But I had completely forgotten about it due to the oath to “forget this moment.” 

Surprisingly, I experienced any difficulties with the oath in the past 14 years.

 

 That meant Rue’s oath was powerful. 

‘Then why did the effect of the oath suddenly wear off?’ 

 

I checked the inside of my arm. 

The marking of the oath I made with Rue was still vivid. 

It was a sign that it was working fine.

 

 As someone who wasn’t a mage, I lacked the ability to interpret such exceptional situations. But Malcolm might know, or at least have an idea. 

 

“Grandpa, is there a chance- well, can an oath made a long time ago sometimes break by itself?”

“Is this about you?”

How did you know?

“Well, yes.”

“Normally, that’s not the case. The oath is the highest form of magic, one that exists on top of all other magic. It is absolute. However, for Miss Daisy, it might be a little different. Since your soul is shattered.”

I was taken aback. How did he know my soul was broken? 

 

What surprised me even more than myself was that Lenya seemed more startled. 

“M-M-Master! To, to suddenly bring that up…” 

“It’s alright, Lenya. Judging by her expression, Miss Daisy already knows, right?” 

 

Wait, Lenya knows too? When did the rumor spread? 

 

“So, do you mean that because my soul is shattered, the Oath has a lesser effect?” 

After hesitating for a moment, Malcolm turned to me as if he had made up his mind.

 

“This will be a long story. Miss Lenya, bring some warm tea and snacks for Miss Daisy.”

“Yes, yes.”

The story Malcolm told me, while the tea was being brought, was pretty diverse and astonishing. 

 

The meaning of the second stage of unity of body and mind. 

Why my physical body couldn’t be healed due to my shattered soul. 

The goals pursued by Rogue  and the purpose sought by Mephisto’s army. 

 

However, there was one part of his story that I couldn’t agree with.

‘I have never been captured by Mephisto’s army and subjected to biological experiments. He has a strong misconception about the process of my soul shattering.’

 

The reason for my shattered soul. 

I have been aware of it clearly since the moment I came back to life from death.

 Yes, death. I died and was resurrected.

 

 I was annihilated in the fight against Mephisto, and death was the very origin of my shattered soul.

 

 Looking back, it seems that at that time, sneaking into Mephisto’s castle was instinctual, even when I knew I was overdoing it.

 

‘Because the transformation magic was maintained at the cost of my lifespan. I had only ten years left before my lifespan was completely depleted.’

 

To somehow complete my revenge before my life ended.

It was quite in-character for me.

 

‘So my broken soul somehow got pieced back together. The unknown power that revived me from death – I need to know the true nature of that power.’

 

 “Say that you want to live.” 

“A theater actor? If you think about it, shouldn’t you be more desperate than them, Miss Daisy?

 

I could only understand the meaning behind Rue’s subtly thrown words belatedly. 

 

He wants me to live. 

 

Stimulating me and awakening the memories from 14 years ago was probably part of that purpose.

 

And I couldn’t help but have deeper doubts about his departure.

 

‘Rue didn’t actually leave….’

 

 Could it be that he was calling me? 

To that mysterious land, Rogue. 

Calling me to come there. 

 

“…By the way, where is Dian Cecht’s diary?”

 “The Calepa took it with him. Don’t worry.”

 

What? You’re telling me not to worry? After I went through so much trouble, that damn brat took it? 

 

If that’s the case, I had no choice but to go to Rogue to get the diary back.

That bastard. That thieving brat.

“And I informed the Weatherwoods Head Maid about Miss Daisy’s condition. I told her that you got hurt a lot while helping me, so you can take one more day off.”

 “Master, is it really okay with just one day? Miss Daisy has severe injuries….”

 “Didn’t the Calepa heal her? One day is enough. It’s the power of God. The power of God.”

 

 Heal me? 

‘Oh? Come to think of it, my shoulder is almost completely healed.’

 

 Even if he used healing magic, it would be impossible to completely heal such deep wounds in just one day.

 

 ‘…Could it be that he used his own lifespan?’

 

 There was no way to be sure, and it was frustrating from start to finish. 

That day, I stayed up all night thinking about the future. 

 

It wasn’t because Rue had left my side.

 

Definitely not. 

 

The next morning.

I prepared to go home as soon as I finished breakfast.

 

I decided not to ask about Dian Cecht’s eyes that were stored in the Weatherwoods mansion.

This was because the oath I shared with the Head Maid weighed on my mind.

Malcolm, pretending not to be curious, chatted about various things while packing next to me. 

 

“So, do you have any intention of quitting as a maid?”

 “No, I don’t.” 

 

“Hmm. Well, since this place is no longer safe, as soon as we send Miss Daisy back the Weatherwoods, we will start planning to migrate to Midwinterre. We will settle in a place close to the Weatherwoods mansion.” 

 

That’s true. I even deviated from the plan to retrieve the diary. 

Someone else stole it again. 

 

‘But how do I reach Rogue?’

 

 I would have to go there personally to get the diary back. 

 

“If Miss Daisy is fine with it, I’d like to teach you about my line of work along with Lenya. Being a maid is both exhausting and doesn’t pay well. Learning something more unique and future-oriented under me…” 

“Grandfather, is Rogue far from here?” 

“You weren’t listening at all.”

 

 Sighing briefly, Malcolm patted my back and replied. 

“I understand your disappointment, but give up on meeting the Calepa. That’s just how he is. Consider him a passing acquaintance.”

 

I hated it.

I grabbed Malcolm, who wa acting like a saint who’d given up all mortal desires of the world, and extracted dozens of pieces of information about Rogue. 

 

Was it because of the incident with the royal vault? 

Malcolm was very kind to me. Well, I went through so much trouble, so he should at least have a conscience. 

 

As I was about to leave the mansion, Lenya, who came out to see me off, came out with a load of luggage. 

 

“Why do you have so many things in your hand?”

 “These are things that the master has prepared for you! This is a box for storing valuable items. There’s a lock here too. In this bag, there are cosmetics and oil to protect your skin from household chores, and here are some handkerchiefs…”

 

Why was he being this generous? Was something weighing on his mind?

With no reason to refuse, I accepted everything. What a lucky catch.

“Oh, and this is…”

 Lastly, Lenya handed me a letter that she kept in her pocket. 

“The master said that he’d summarized what Miss Daisy might be curious about in the letter. It also includes some dangerous information, so you must burn and dispose of it after reading. Got it?” 

 

Dangerous information? 

‘This is rather interesting.’

I got lucky twice. 

 

“Yeah. Thank you.” 

“See you later. Take care of yourself! And make sure to eat healthy and good food” 

 

I bid Lenya farewell and got on the carriage. 

The destination is Westwinterre train station. 

 

‘…We came together, but I’m the only one going back.’ 

I thought I was used to being alone. But today, I feel a little disappointed.

 

Rue and Gavroche.

 

I came to Westwinterre with a light heart, but ended up having to carry back unexpected problems. 

 

Indeed, the life of a maid wasn’t easy.

 

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