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

Part 2 Episode 2

Murder.

How strange. I had not intimidated or threatened them. I had never stolen or seized their property, never threatened their livelihood, or handed over their family to human traffickers.

Dwight was thus simply trying to kill me because I was the gardener, maid, and head maid of this mansion.

Where did it go wrong?

Was it this guy’s brain that was the problem? His eyes? Or the social system?

If society was the problem, then I was afraid that unfortunately, I had no way to fix it properly. In that case, all that was left was to set Dwight’s brain or his eyes right.

But I endured.

Because patience was a virtue of a head maid.

Moreover, a head maid had head maid duties.

This mansion had not had a single visitor until now. Therefore, as the gardener, maid, head maid, and butler welcoming the first visitor, I had the task of reporting and obtaining permission within the mansion’s organizational hierarchy.

“…What the hell is with that look on your face? It seems she’s not going to just nicely listen to me. Hey, 4th-grade magician, do you sense any mind-control magic from this woman?”

“Whether she’s under a mental spell or not can be seen just by looking at her. This lowly commoner is perfectly fine.”

“Is that so? Then she should at least be punished enough to listen properly.”

“Quite right, Mr. Dwight.”

As the man grabbed my collar with a bitter smile, the wandering knight Ruth shouted urgently at him.

“Mr. Dwight! No matter what, she’s a frail woman! If you treat her roughly…”

“Shut up! Intentional obstruction during the execution of official duties is punishable by death for the highest offense.”

“But!”

“I’ll count to three. If you don’t lead us to your master by the time I finish counting, this sword will pierce your heart. And you’ll be dumped in the desolate, uninhabited plateau. Yes… in this land of death. So, one.”

Staring at Sergeant Dwight’s blazing blue eyes, I was suddenly lost in nostalgia.

Something like this had happened before, I think.

‘How was I back then?’

Despite the head maid’s request, I seemed to have ignorantly swung my fist.

It was an action without thought or consideration. Even as I recalled it, I could only laugh.

“Two.”

“Mr. Dwight!”

But I was no longer the person I was in those days

I was no longer the woman who used a socially inept method of a conversation because I found a woman’s body awkward, nor did I swing my fists without regard for consequences because I felt frustrated.

I, Daisy, have now become a respectable member of society.

Therefore, conflicts would be resolved through dialogue, not violence.

“Three.”

Dwight raised his sword high with an excited face.

“That’s too bad.”

Oh no.

“You’re going to die like this-”

My right hand moved on its own!

“Cough!”

The neatly dressed head maid simply swung her right hand horizontally, and the burly soldier flew like a spat-out candy and got embedded in the wall.

The place fell silent in an instant. The 4th-grade magician and the wandering knight Ruth stared blankly at the spat-out candy before rushing to him.

“Mr. Dwight!”

I scolded my right hand with a stern look.

“Right hand. What was that? We agreed to resolve this through dialogue, didn’t we?”

My right hand replied that it couldn’t just couldn’t stand it.

“You still have to endure it. Have you forgotten that patience is the virtue of a head maid?”

My right hand apologized in a sullen voice.

“Haa… I guess it can’t be helped.”

I also slapped the cheeks of the 4th-grade magician and the wandering knight Ruth, who were trying to help up the fallen Dwight, with my right hand.

“AGH!”

“Huck.”

The man and woman lay on top of Dwight.

What should I do now?

No one here would answer even if I asked for advice. I am the gardener, the maid, the head maid, and the butler.

Therefore, I must resolve the situation myself.

“Hup.”

I piled the three up like a mountain. I could hear the instinctive groans from the three of them.

By nature, the weight of violence was heavy.

“Well… First of all, I should go report today’s incident to the master.”

After reporting, we’d have to come up with measures to deal with being branded as a dangerous element for the Republic of Contaninos.

I’m busy, I’m so busy.

Fast up the stairs, I threw the visitors in front of the master’s office and knocked politely.

Knock knock.

There was no answer.

I opened the door familiarly and stepped into the office. The room, bathed in the setting sun, was empty. Only the calm scent of the old mansion wafted through.

Slowly, I took off my apron and headband. As I circled the desk and sat down, the soft cushion of the chair embraced my bottom.

Ah, this was comfortable.

Turning my body, I looked out the window to see the desolate gray land beyond the mansion.

This place was the land of death.

An abandoned region where the borders of the Penrotta Empire, the Northern Continental Union, and the three countries of the Republic of Contaninos meet.

And the owner of this mansion built here…

Tweet.

“Did you sleep well, Ash?”

A gray hawk with long wings flew over and perched on my arm.

Its sharp talons weren’t threatening, rather, they gently pressed against my skin. The eyes that looked up at me as it tilted its head sparkled like marbles.

“The people lying at the door came looking for you. I wonder what they wanted to say.”

Ash, who bowed his head, stared fixedly at the first drawer of the desk. It was a sign that it didn’t care about visitors or anything else and just wanted a snack.

“No. It’s not snack time yet.”

Tweet.

“That won’t work on me this time.”

Stroking the head of Ash, who was making a pouty face, I leaned into the back of my chair.

“Alright, now that the master is here…”

Shall we carefully review where the problem began?

That is to say, from the very moment we set out on this journey.

 

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I suppose the beginning of the incident was four years ago, when I arrived at my long-awaited destination, Mount Aragald.

“Haa.”

As I crossed the snowfield, wrapped tightly in cloth that covered my head, ears, and neck like a newborn baby, I discovered a faint yellow light flickering beyond the raging blizzard and let out a deep sigh.

“I miss it. Warm potato gratin, fluffy bed, a hot fire…”

Just how badly did a peaceful life ruin a person?

I, who had rolled around a bloody battlefield for ten years, was now groaning and complaining after wandering the snowy mountains for just one month.

The Aragald Mountain, located at the highest point of the Northern Continental Union, was a wilderness covered in knee-deep, pure white, high-density snow with every step.

No matter how great I was as the God of the Southern Continent, after enduring the tiny, dust-like snowflakes for a month, even I couldn’t help but be affected.

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What better way to start a story than a blast from the past? Ah, nice flashback from episode 1’s introduction to miss catch-these-hands Daisy Fager. Also she’s not letting go of the god of the southern continent title

blaming her right hand for lack of self-control is so Daisy Fager we’re so back