The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

“Ahem.”

I swept in front of the foyer.

Early morning, as the dim light began to brighten.

My first task as a maid was to clean the foyer entrance thoroughly.

Though only three people came and went, keeping the foyer spotlessly clean at all times, I had to sweep it every single day without fail.

Because that’s what a maid does.

“Ahem!”

After dusting, my next task was watering the small flower pots placed neatly on each step of the stairs.

Actually, this kind of work was a gardener’s duty, but job distinctions were meaningless in this estate.

In the Weatherwax Family, everyone cleaned together, everyone tended the garden together, and everyone cooked together.

The reason was that the master’s wallet was seriously tight.

“Ahhem!”

I stopped watering the flower pots and looked toward the iron gate beyond the desolate small garden.

Some guy had been clearing his throat loudly enough to burst his vocal cords. Including the men who appeared to be his subordinates, there were four in total.

When our eyes met, he made an extremely arrogant expression, but anyone could see he was hoping I would come talk to him.

However, there was no need for me to step forward.

The head maid had come out of the estate and crossed the small garden to greet the man.

“Are you here again?”

“Oh my, ‘again.’ How embarrassing for the listener.”

“As I told you last time, the time before that, and the time before that, we will not dispose of the estate. Please go back.”

A real estate broker, was he?

I turned my head and continued watering the seeds I had bought cheaply at the market.

I didn’t know the name of the flowers that would bloom from these seeds. I had bought the cheapest seed packet with the largest quantity, regardless of type or variety.

“Today isn’t about that matter. I absolutely must meet the new Weatherwax Baroness. Please guide me inside the estate.”

“I’m sorry, but our master is currently away.”

“I’ve heard that same line three times this month!”

“I’m equally sorry. Our master is very busy.”

An agitated response burst out as if he were about to explode with frustration.

“Busy, my foot! At this point, I can’t help but be suspicious. Is there really a new Weatherwax Baroness in this estate? For over a week, the only people I’ve seen coming out of this estate are three employees. Everyone’s saying it’s a haunted estate with no master! And what’s with that pitch-black exterior of the estate? Isn’t it ruining the street’s aesthetics?”

“That’s not something we need to concern ourselves with…”

“Not your concern, indeed! Move aside! I can’t stand this anymore!”

When I looked up, the man had pushed the head maid’s shoulder and entered through the gate.

He looked around the desolate small garden and muttered with a disgusted expression.

“Tsk. To leave such a once-beautiful estate in this beggar-like state… Hey, maid!”

Is he calling me now?

“Why are you staring like that? Aren’t you coming here right now?”

Since he called, I went over. The man crossed his arms with an arrogant face and asked.

“How long has the new Weatherwax Baroness been away from this estate? Two years? Three years?”

I thought of the Weatherwax Baroness sleeping peacefully in her bedroom and answered.

“She hasn’t left.”

“What?”

“I said she hasn’t left.”

The man who had been glaring at me with a sour expression asked again with a deeply patient look.

“Your manner of speech… no, never mind. Is the new Weatherwax Baroness perhaps seriously ill? So much so that she can’t move even once a week?”

Though she had been lying still for ten straight days, I thought of the Weatherwax Baroness’s skin, smooth as a boiled egg, and answered.

“She’s healthy.”

“Ha. What an impudent mouth you have. Don’t you know who I am? Well, a maid employed in such an estate wouldn’t know anything. I am Baron Fedegail, who was a close friend of your late former master.”

So what?

He seemed to expect me to be shocked and bow apologetically. Actually, there was something worth being surprised about, even if just a tiny bit.

The fact that this baron character had been coming three times a month demanding the estate’s disposal.

“…Before he died, he left me with one request – a dying wish to help the new Weatherwax Baroness establish herself in this city. So don’t worry unnecessarily and speak honestly. Is there nothing wrong with the baroness? Is there truly nothing I need to help with? Hmm?”

“There isn’t.”

The baron’s eyes widened, moved by my kind answer.

“Yes, I see! Your rude behavior has convinced me. There is no new Weatherwax Baroness here! This is an empty estate that just hired two maids to keep up appearances. If a baroness were residing here, a mere maid wouldn’t dare speak in such a manner!”

I too could be certain. This guy was a swindler who came after the Weatherwax Family’s inheritance.

A ruthlessly cruel bastard. Squeezing blood from a stone. What was he trying to steal from a household that had already sold off all its silverware?

Bang!

With an attitude unbelievable for a guest, the baron opened the front door and pushed me inside the estate.

The startled head maid followed in with a tense expression.

“What kind of rude behavior is this, Baron!”

The baron snorted at the head maid’s outcry.

“You go outside and watch to make sure no one enters the estate, and you go search the estate for something to use for beating. This worked out well. I was curious how long the Weatherwax head maid would keep her mouth shut. I’ll have to make her understand her place.”

“Yes.”

“Understood.”

At the baron’s command, one man closed the front door and went out to wait by the entrance, one disappeared down the right corridor, and the remaining one stood blocking between the head maid and me.

The baron, who had been quietly surveying the estate’s interior, fixed his gaze on a frame hanging above the stairs. It was a portrait of the former Weatherwax Baroness.

“A face I miss. How heartbroken my friend would be to see the estate in such ruin. By the way, has it been four years since she died in the Mado War? Time really flies.”

The Mado War.

Explaining what this war was would take too long, so let’s skip it. Just remember that it was a terrible war that lasted nearly ten years.

The baron looked around the interior with greedy eyes and smiled a fishy smile.

“For the sake of her who sacrificed herself for the country, I must help the new Weatherwax Baroness. That’s the only way to honor my fallen friend. Yes, indeed.”

It was a brief comment.

But I felt my heartbeat quicken and hot blood spread through my entire body like a tide.

Just because I briefly dismissed the Mado War doesn’t mean I can dismiss the countless sacrifices contained within it.

Those who died in battle were people who left to protect their beloved families and friends. To use such noble sacrifice as an excuse for personal dirty desires.

As someone who witnessed ten years of devastation with my own eyes, this was a statement I absolutely could not let pass.

People have principles, and this bastard’s principle should have been to honor his friend’s sacrifice as a friend. Not to covet the Weatherwax Baroness’s property.

But the baron’s behavior was far from an attitude that honored his friend’s sacrifice. That meant the baron wasn’t actually the Weatherwax Baroness’s friend.

Since someone who wasn’t the master’s friend had forcibly invaded the estate, this guy was a thief.

That was my conclusion.

“Baron, I’ve brought it.”

“Good, I quite like how sturdy it looks.”

The baron, who received a shovel from his subordinate, came back toward me. He seemed to plan on beating me with that shovel.

The head maid’s expression hardened coldly.

“Please stop even now, Baron Fedegail. You must not touch that child. Rather, take me…”

“Oh, head maid. How admirable that you care for your subordinate. So I’ll give you one last chance. Tell me where the Weatherwax Baroness is. Then I promise not to harm any employee of this estate, including you. I’m sincere.”

“The opportunity is something I’m giving you, not the other way around, Baron. Please, for the sake of your physical well-being, maintain your composure…”

“Ha, haven’t you come to your senses yet? If you don’t speak up while I count to three, I’ll start the beating. You’ll have no way to appeal your grievances. I’ll drag this wench away and sell her as a slave to the Eastern Lands! Now then, one.”

From his mention of the Eastern Lands, I guess he also deals in slave trading?

A thief who can’t even uphold basic principles, and on top of that, trash who trades in slaves?

As a faithful maid of Weatherwax, the attitude I should display was clear.

The head maid called to me with anxious eyes.

“Daisy.”

By the way, Daisy is my name.

As if finding the situation amusing, the baron grinned and raised two fingers.

“Two.”

“Please bear with it for now.”

I nodded like an obedient maid.

“Yes.”

Then she swung her right hand.

“Gaaah… Gack!”

The neatly dressed maid had merely swept her right hand horizontally, yet the Baron with his sturdy build flew like a stone and crashed into the wall.

The area fell silent in an instant. The Baron’s subordinates stared blankly at their fallen master before rushing to him.

“My lord!”

The Head Maid called me with stern eyes.

“Daisy!”

“Yes.”

“I clearly warned you to restrain yourself. Why didn’t you listen? You know full well that if you use your strength, that sickly raccoon’s life would be in danger, don’t you?”

“I am restraining myself.”

“You can say that even after seeing this situation?”

“My right hand says it can’t restrain itself. Look at this.”

I struck the cheeks of the two subordinates who were trying to help up the fallen Baron, also with my right hand.

“Gack.”

“Huk.”

The two burly men collapsed on top of the Baron. What a harmonious master-servant relationship.

“See, I told you it’s an uncontrollable right hand. I’ll give it a stern talking-to after work is done.”

The Head Maid glared at me again, but it couldn’t be helped.

My right hand sometimes followed my heart rather than my head, and when that happened, even I, the owner of this body, found it hard to consciously control it, and so on and so forth.

“What the…”

After cleanly finishing off the third subordinate who had boldly entered through the door, I asked the Head Maid.

“Shall I bury them?”

The Head Maid glared at me, the number one contributor to the estate’s security.

“Don’t say such horrible things. Where did Lu go?”

At the sound of that unwelcome name, my brow furrowed involuntarily.

“Shopping for ingredients.”

“Don’t speak so curtly. Sigh, it can’t be helped. These people should be placed in front of the estate…”

“Shall I cut off their heads and hang them up?”

“We’ll seat them normally. Normally.”

“If we send them back, the cleanup will be troublesome.”

“Would hanging their heads make it simpler? I’m surprised you’re capable of such rational judgment, Miss Daisy. While it’s true these men committed improper actions, it’s hard to say they committed crimes serious enough to warrant dea… burial. Sending them back is the right thing to do. Since this was self-defense on our part, we should be able to settle this at an appropriate level. Trust the Weatherwax Family. This place will protect us to the end.”

Knowing the true nature of the Weatherwax Baroness, I found this persuasion utterly unconvincing.

But a maid must obey when ordered.

Following the Head Maid’s request, I had to carry the grown adult men like princesses and move them outside the estate.

I laid them out in a row on the paved road where carriages traveled and prayed they’d be trampled to death by horse hooves.

They say another name for maid is hardship. The hardships of hardship are endless indeed.

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