The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 103

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Chapter 103

Garrosh concluded that all personnel sent to the target had gone missing, and through resident testimonies and internal information, the identity of the Black Knight was Daisy Pager of the Weatherwax Family.

He immediately headed to Midwintry.

Anticipating that the Swordmaster would track him, he didn’t use his identification and even endured the hardship of hiding in a train cargo car.

However, the process of inquiring about the Weatherwax Family after arriving in Midwintry was somewhat troublesome.

“What? Where is the Weatherwax Family?”

“Tsk. His eyes don’t look normal. Isn’t this bastard an assassin?”

“What are you worried about, man? Did you already forget Miss Daisy’s request? She said if someone looks dangerous, don’t hesitate to kindly inform them. She’ll handle it herself.”

“Hmm. That’s right. Listen here, outsider. Daisy Pager is a maid of the Weatherwax Family. She’s a monster who flies around with an axe, so you’d better be careful. This is a warning.”

Assassin? The way these market merchants act is no less than an assassin.

However, considering the Black Knight’s crazy temperament, the information the merchants conveyed wasn’t particularly special.

And Garrosh met the mad Black Knight.

“You bastard. Because of you, I rolled around like a clam on that empty island… even risking my life!”

He couldn’t understand the Black Knight who was devoted to the ridiculous act of being a maid, but there was something even more incomprehensible.

It was himself, who no longer had nightmares from the day he met that woman.

Yes, that’s exactly why Garrosh came to find the Crazy Mage. He had recently fallen into very troublesome doubts.

What was the last nail remaining in his head for?

…If there was an answer.

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“Who is Daisy Pager?”

The Crazy Mage gazed at Garrosh with an undisturbed look.

“I admit that woman has a close connection to my past. But no matter how much I think about it, it’s strange. Not me, but that woman.”

The man turned his gaze toward the window.

Under the night sky with a large full moon, he could see a cloud-white airship flying by.

“What’s strange about it? She’s just a bit reckless and cute.”

Is he crazy? Well, of course he’s crazy.

“But I’m curious about which part made you have such doubts.”

Garrosh remained silent for a moment.

He had no intention of chatting with this mage. However, since the Black Knight wouldn’t open her mouth, he had no other choice.

“At first, I thought I was Andert Pager.”

“…”

“I thought the purpose of the second nail was to completely seal the memories of that time. The age roughly matched too. Some of the soldiers who participated in the Mage War mistook me for him. …Most importantly, because Daisy Pager called me Andert.”

“That sounds plausible. But judging by your tone, it seems you eventually changed your judgment. Is there a reason?”

“A feeling.”

He let out a hollow laugh even as he said it.

However, Garrosh was ridiculously trusting his instincts, at least this time.

“Looking at Daisy Pager makes me uncomfortable.”

Garrosh recalled the green eyes he first encountered in the crevice of the waterfall rising white.

“It’s the first time the existence of someone whose face and name I don’t know feels this unpleasant, to the point of being bewildering. At first, I thought about killing her. But my hand doesn’t reach for my sword. Most importantly…”

Next, he recalled the moment of drawing the sword that was intensely spine-chilling.

“She has similar habits to mine before I corrected my posture.”

The Black Knight’s skills definitely surpassed Garrosh’s.

However, the fact that all the minor habits and movements derived from those habits were familiar worked in his favor.

He was able to cross swords with the Black Knight with relatively less hardship.

“Correction?”

“It’s nothing special. In the process of learning the Swordmaster’s swordsmanship, I had to abandon several minor habits. The position of hands when gripping the sword, the stance for drawing… But why should I tell you such trivial details?”

Garrosh recalled the conversation he had with the Black Knight on the way up to the sanctuary. It was a brief exchange of only a few words, but he was able to gain one certainty.

His nightmares originated from the Quin Island incident.

‘My past is on Quin Island.’

And that past would be connected to the Black Knight.

What if the second nail the Swordmaster had driven into his head was about the ‘memory’ he lost long ago?

The moment the nail is removed. What if the lost past returns?

The Crazy Mage, as if reading his thoughts, asked with lips heavily tinged with mockery.

“If I remove your last nail, what will you repay that debt with?”

Garrosh retorted without backing down.

“I don’t think a mage like you would need my strength.”

The Crazy Mage didn’t listen to his rebuttal.

“…Hmm. I just had a pretty good idea. I’ll put my nail in the spot where I remove the nail.”

“What?”

For a moment, Garrosh squeezed his eyes shut and opened them due to dizziness rushing in like a typhoon.

He felt like a heavy lock was being fastened to his head, but it stayed only for an instant before disappearing.

“This is a one-time nail that has nothing to do with memories or anything like that. It’s enough to live forgetting about it.”

Garrosh shook his head once to drive away the dizziness and asked.

“What is… your purpose?”

“At least it’s not something like your misfortune.”

A golden gleam flashed in the eyes of the Crazy Mage who said so.

“You can rest assured, with this nail you will be… indebted to me twice.”

A roar swept through his mind as familiar nausea surged.

‘Damn it.’

Garrosh, who vomited a handful of black blood, collapsed helplessly surrounded by tinnitus.

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This place is the beautiful city of the Pen Rota Empire, Midwintry.

A quiet mansion located past the busy district. In that mansion exuding the leisurely atmosphere of a holiday, I was now.

“Miss Daisy, do you have time to talk now?”

Trapped.

“This is an urgent matter. I think I’ve given you quite enough time.”

“…You asked me 5 minutes ago, what time did you give?”

Hah.

I leaned back in my chair with a deep sigh. I could see my luggage bag, which I hadn’t properly organized yet, thrown near the locked door.

This space where I’m trapped is the Weatherwax Room.

This room located next to the first floor library has never been opened once since I settled in Weatherwax.

I wondered if it was a place where Dian Cecht’s relics were stored, and it feels like yesterday that I struggled to find the key…

‘Who would have thought that key was with old man Malicops.’

Whoever the owner of the key was, the Weatherwax Room had one major peculiarity.

The fact that there was nothing in it.

That’s right. The room I thought would be full of the family’s treasures and heritage was just empty.

Even this table and chairs we’re sitting on were furniture dragged from the kitchen, so that says it all.

That made it even more suspicious.

‘They kept an empty room so tightly locked?’

I looked at the floor with suspicious eyes. Surely if I say the wrong thing here, fire won’t come shooting out…

“This isn’t a decision made without any thought. During the ten days you were away, I deliberated in various directions, and I judged that you inheriting the Weatherwax Family would be the best course of action.”

I looked at the Head Maid who had been constantly pressing for an answer.

While the Head Maid had a meticulous personality, this was the first time I’d seen her show such impatience.

“Miss Daisy Pager. I would like you to become the new head of the Weatherwax Family and lead the Weatherwax Family.”

Well, given the nature of the matter, it’s not incomprehensible.

‘Suddenly telling someone who lived as a maid to become a noble. She should at least explain properly.’

Besides, I’m the one who received the proposal, so why is she more urgent than me?

“So what was this deliberation about?”

“The survival of the family.”

I shrugged my shoulders. The Head Maid always prioritized the Weatherwax Family, so it wasn’t surprising.

“That’s an answer that doesn’t help me understand at all. I’m just a maid of the Weatherwax Family, not someone with this family’s bloodline.”

“Whether you have this family’s bloodline or not doesn’t matter to me. I just want to continue protecting the Weatherwax Family that the Previous Baroness left behind.”

“Then you could inherit it yourself. Why does it have to be me?”

“Because Miss Daisy is strong and sturdy.”

“Lu and Jin are strong and sturdy too.”

“Those two people cannot be completely trusted yet.”

“But you completely trust me? You know that’s even stranger, right?”

“Enough, enough!”

Malicops, who had been watching the situation with a warm cup of tea, stepped in to mediate.

“Calm down now. Good grief. Since you’re both only saying what you want to say, there’s no progress in this conversation! Head Maid, why are you acting so emotional when it’s not like you?”

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