The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 102

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Chapter 102

Garrosh slowly opened his eyes.

The reason was simple. The silver-haired inspector who had been standing silently all along made a sound.

The silver-haired inspector looked toward the wall for a moment, then slowly approached Garrosh.

There was a small scratch on his white cheek, but that was all. Garrosh couldn’t inflict anything more than a trivial wound against the silver-haired inspector.

His opponent was an inspector on par with or slightly below Duke Berkley Greytown’s level.

Recalling the level of Kalerpa he met at the Astrosian Palace, this man also seemed to be one of the three Kalerpa.

Garrosh, having regulated his breathing, reviewed the situation from dozens of minutes ago.

“You’re quite useful. Have you considered joining Loqwe?”

When he spat instead of answering, the man wiped his face with his gloved hand and continued speaking with a completely unbothered expression.

“Quite a rough refusal. Still, you seem like you could be the key to fulfilling my desire. Come find me anytime you change your mind.”

Everyone and their dog is telling him to come find them.

In any case, Garrosh had sustained considerable internal injuries in the process of crossing swords with the man.

However, the moment his vision blurred and his body was about to collapse.

As if he had been waiting, the man’s attacks stopped.

After that, nearly 30 minutes passed without any conversation. Thanks to this, Garrosh was able to use mana to stop the urgent internal bleeding.

“That person will come to see you soon. Make sure to show proper respect.”

He had been quiet as a mouse, and this was what he said after dozens of minutes. From his behavior, it seemed like he had been monitoring him.

Garrosh glared at the retreating back. Just as he was closing and opening his eyes with the thought of wanting to stick his sword into that annoying back of his head.

Golden eyes as brilliant as the sun appeared right in front of his nose.

It was the blue-haired crazy mage.

“…Hmm. He’s not usually like that, but he’s made quite a mess of you. Did you provoke his temper?”

Garrosh, who muttered a small curse, answered haltingly while enduring the pain.

“Hah. I spat… on his pale face.”

“Spit? You really do resemble her in interesting ways.”

He couldn’t follow up with questions like “Who?”

As the mage who had been kneeling in front of him stood up, the excruciating pain he had felt in his abdomen subsided.

Though no one had told him anything, Garrosh was certain this was the power of this crazy mage.

“…Is it magic?”

“In exchange, I borrowed about half a year of your lifespan.”

What?

“Damn it, get permission before using such bizarre magic!”

“So.”

The mage, who didn’t even listen to his complaints, asked with a cold gaze mixed with arsenic.

“Following Daisy all the way to set foot in the sanctuary. It must be because you felt you needed me, right?”

Instead of answering, he regulated his breathing.

Necessity.

Yes, the reason Garrosh had come all the way up to the distant Northern Continent and snuck into Loqwe’s sanctuary was only one.

It was to meet this crazy mage.

He recalled events from about ten days ago. The night when the crazy Black Knight named Daisy was about to cross her second wall.

Masters who can cross the second wall are rare. Moreover, it was his first time witnessing the moment of crossing a wall, so Garrosh was concentrating while holding his breath.

But the Black Knight’s condition was very strange.

Crossing a wall basically means the soul and body become one level more solid.

Especially in the case of the body, it could evolve into the most perfect form a human could possess in all aspects including skin and skeleton.

“Ugh.”

Nevertheless, the Black Knight coughed up blood.

That wasn’t part of the process for bodily reconstruction. It didn’t smell black or foul. It was pure blood itself, red as summer fruit.

‘Internal injury.’

Garrosh recognized it at a glance. The Black Knight’s body was rejecting evolution.

‘Why?’

Then. A large robe spread from thin air covered the Black Knight’s entire body. As if trying to protect her from Garrosh’s view.

The crazy mage who had lowered the robe was staring at Garrosh wearing only his lower garments.

Just as his brow furrowed from the strange displeasure.

“Now I see there’s a nail driven into your head.”

With that short statement, lightning struck his mind.

“Kugh.”

Garrosh reflexively tried to grab his sword. But his body couldn’t move as if it had been poisoned.

At that moment, unable to suppress the rising nausea, he buried his head in the ground.

Blood incomparably blacker and fouler than the Black Knight’s soaked the earth. Sizzle. The grass that touched the blood burned up.

“Let me ask one thing. Have you ever had your memories manipulated?”

“…Manipulated?”

“Some of your memories are sealed by specific magic. I’m asking if this magic was injected with your consent.”

Memory sealing? What kind of nonsense is that…

He swallowed the curse that reflexively came out. A moment from the past vaguely came to mind.

Four years ago. The period when major allied nations including the Pen Rota Empire were suffering from post-war aftereffects.

Garrosh was suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder similar to soldiers. The main symptom was nightmares.

Dreams that tormented him every day.

He didn’t know the place, time, or identity.

Nevertheless, the content was always the same. Meteors pouring from the sky burned his face, and water rising from beneath his feet blocked his breathing.

When his mind became hazy. He always heard a voice calling him from beyond the black deep sea.

[…Wait for me…]

[…I’ll come find you, so wait…]

The stress from the nightmares grew worse day by day, and at some point, sleep itself became impossible.

Then one day.

The Weatherwax Baroness proposed a treatment method to him.

“It’s not a dangerous treatment. It’s magic developed for soldiers suffering from Mage War aftereffects. Through modified mental traps, it selects memories causing disorders and erases or seals those memories. It should probably be useful for stopping your nightmares.”

He accepted the proposal without much expectation.

However, the effect was excellent. He no longer had nightmares after that day.

‘Is he referring to that magic as a nail?’

To see through magic just by searching behavior. It was unbelievable.

“Seems like something comes to mind.”

“…”

“There are two nails driven into your head. I just broke one, and the other one is still remaining in your head.”

Two?

It was a statement that rapidly lost credibility.

The mental magic the Weatherwax Baroness cast on him was only one type. So there could only be one nail.

‘…But what if.’

What if there really are two?

“If you want to break the remaining one too, come find me at Loqwe.”

“What reason do I have to trust a crazy bastard like you?”

“Believing is your freedom. I’m not doing this troublesome thing for your sake.”

With those final words, the crazy mage disappeared along with the crazy Black Knight.

That evening.

Garrosh began suffering from the nightmares he had forgotten for the past four years again.

A face burning in meteors, rapidly rising water. And a voice heard like a phantom from beyond the darkness…

“Huff, gasp.”

Waking up drenched in cold sweat, he regulated his breathing.

The nightmares had returned.

‘Is this the aftermath of that crazy mage removing the nail?’

Then what about the remaining nail he mentioned?

What role does that nail play?

‘…The Swordmaster has set a trap for me.’

Without his knowledge, an unagreed-upon magic had been planted in his mind. By none other than that Swordmaster.

“Damn it.”

Things had become troublesome.

The possibility arose that the Swordmaster was using him in an unfavorable direction.

Suspecting people was mentally exhausting work. Especially when the other party was Jigharke Berkleighton, his master and benefactor.

After deliberating all morning, Garrosh went to find the Swordmaster as soon as noon passed. And he roughly summarized and reported the incident he had experienced the previous night.

With one exception. He excluded any mention of the ‘nail.’

“You want time?”

“Yes.”

“How sudden. It’s surprising enough that you failed your mission so spectacularly, and now you want to leave for ten days?”

“Yes.”

“You knew how important last night’s plan was, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You also knew that because it was so important, it was a mission I entrusted to you, Garrosh.”

“I apologize.”

The Swordmaster was silent for a while.

He scrutinized Garrosh with sharp eyes. The thought crossed his mind that he might have noticed something, but all the Swordmaster let out was a slow sigh.

“What will you do if I say no?”

“I apologize to Your Excellency, but I will secretly leave and return.”

“Clever bastard. That’s an answer worthy of you.”

“…”

“And behavior unworthy of you. …Fine, Garrosh. I’ll give you the ten days you requested. However, since this is an unplanned schedule, you’ll have to pay a corresponding price.”

“What do I need to do?”

“I’ll tell you that when you return. If you’re going to leave, leave right now.”

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