The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 107
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Chapter 107
“Being of royal birth comes in handy sometimes. Plus, thanks to Malicops, our ledger has become quite thick. For the time being, I plan to focus on several autumn and winter outfits to maintain the Baroness’s dignity and renovating the estate.”
Despite trying to act otherwise, today’s Head Maid looked quite excited.
She seemed to be looking forward to hiring new staff and purchasing fine furniture, but above all, her eyes sparkled when dressing me up, like she had discovered the finest ingredients.
“But when is Lu coming back?”
“…Someday?”
“To renovate the estate, we’ll need a new cook and gardener. Other households might have maids or servants handle everything, but we are a proper noble family after all.”
Just a few days ago, we all shared the work together.
The Head Maid, who had finally placed a veiled bonnet on my head, smiled with satisfaction.
‘If he doesn’t come back soon, she’ll kick him out, is that it?’
Actually, even if Lu returns, it’s questionable whether he’ll continue working as hired help. After all, isn’t he supposedly Kalerpa?
When I finished preparing and left my room, Malicops was downstairs on the first floor, dressed up nicely for once.
“Oh my. I almost didn’t recognize you, what do you know? You’re truly beautiful, head of house. No one would think you were a maid, no, a soldier… a hero.”
I lightly shrugged my shoulders and left through the foyer.
Just before boarding the carriage after passing through the main gate, I turned my head slightly and gazed at the modest white flower bed blooming inside the garden.
The daisy flowers I had planted had quietly bloomed and withered while I was away in Loqwe.
‘…He said he would reveal his identity when those flowers finished blooming.’
Technically, it wasn’t a lie. I did learn his identity in Loqwe.
The Head Maid and Malicops, who had followed me out, saw me off.
“Have a safe trip, my lady.”
“Take care, Weatherwax Baroness.”
After lightly nodding my head, I boarded the carriage with Jin’s escort.
I am Weatherwax Baroness, Daisy.
As of today, I bid farewell to maid work.
The allowance given to me for this trip was more than abundant—it was overflowing.
This was because the Head Maid valued maintaining dignity as a noble, but even so, I chose to take a train rather than an airship to travel to the Jenail Family.
‘I’ve ridden airships enough to be sick of them.’
The train car I boarded was a VIP-only car that required paying seven times the price of a regular train seat.
“Greetings, Weatherwax Baroness. I am Roud Meden, the captain of this train. It’s an honor to serve you. There are crew members standing by for you on one side of the train at all times, so if you have any inconveniences, large or small, please immediately…”
Was it because they were informed that this was a space for the ‘Weatherwax Baroness’ to rest? Even the captain came out personally to introduce himself and left after a brief conversation.
I didn’t even make eye contact with the captain and half-listened throughout.
Thud.
And as soon as the cabin door closed, I untied my bonnet and threw it aside.
“Phew.”
Jin, who had followed to attend to me, neatly smoothed out the crushed lace of the bonnet and asked.
“Are you alright? You can’t be tired already when we haven’t even left Midwintry yet.”
“I know.”
“You shouldn’t answer so meekly like that, Baroness. Have you forgotten the Head Maid’s advice?”
I glared at Jin while removing my gloves.
“Are you going to be tiresome even when we’re alone?”
“A person’s inside and outside should be the same. If you act so carelessly, you’ll surely find yourself in an awkward situation.”
“Shut up. Don’t meddle where you don’t belong.”
“Excellent.”
Jin annoyingly gave a thumbs up and picked up a newspaper placed in the cabin.
This is all the Head Maid’s fault.
Actually, last night I clearly explained the situation I was in when entering the meeting about the Jenail trip.
“You’re not going to hide completely as strangers, but introduce yourself as hero Andert’s sister? Hmm. That’s not a bad strategy for our family either. However, it would be good to prepare thoroughly before going. Duke Jenail has frighteningly good instincts… It would be best to completely block any situations that might arouse suspicion.”
The result of that was the ‘unlucky and prickly Weatherwax Baroness’ concept.
The intention was to become a difficult person to deal with from the start, completely blocking deep conversations.
When I asked if we really had to go that far, the Head Maid countered with a confused question: “Come to think of it, hero Andert is renowned for being cheerful, but how is the current Baroness so willful… no, unique… no, individualistic? Which is your real personality?”
‘Which is my real personality?’
I’ve never thought about that.
Actually, when I was Andert Pager, I tried my best to act like my sibling.
Small habits, thoughts, personality… But as time gradually passed, it properly merged with my original personality and the current hero Andert was born.
‘Conversely, now it feels like the reins have been loosened a bit.’
But I became terminally ill with an unknown lifespan, didn’t I? To some extent, I have no choice but to adopt a “whatever happens, happens” mindset.
“How about getting some sleep? Baroness.”
Jin, who was reading the newspaper, saw my absent expression and casually suggested.
“You received etiquette training including dining manners from the Head Maid all dawn long. It would be good to rest your eyes even briefly.”
“…Aide, do my eyes look very dull?”
“Yes.”
“That’s fortunate. I’ll look even more unlucky.”
“Ah, that would be the case.”
From the moment Jin said she would become my aide, she began taking great interest in social circles and noble society.
She stepped down from her butler position, and now studied society and current affairs in her remaining time after sword training ended.
Instead of time spent washing dishes, she read 【Etiquette Books】 obtained from bookstores, and instead of time spent watering the garden, she acquired information about the noble council from the Head Maid.
Of course, I asked Jin if she really needed to go that far. The answer that came back was.
“The thing I do best is wielding a sword. But that’s not really a skill that helps you, is it, Baroness? I know I can’t just keep receiving, and I want to be helpful to you too. And Pen Rota’s social circles… they’re quite interesting.”
Of course they’d be interesting. It’s where the world’s most stimulating scandals gather.
“I heard someone is coming in today to take over the butler duties in my place… Do you know who it is, Baroness?”
“Yeah.”
“Who is it?”
“You know. The Assassin Butler.”
“…Assassin?”
It’s not just the Assassin Butler.
Renya, who was Malicops’s maid, and the Bandit Maid, who was temporary, are now completely assigned as maids belonging to the Weatherwax Family. The attendants who worked under the Assassin Butler’s command also changed their affiliation to the Weatherwax Family.
‘A Head Maid of imperial origin, an elder of Loqwe spy origin, Jin of ducal heir origin, a butler of assassin origin, and various other fierce individuals…’
Thinking of each face one by one, I sighed involuntarily.
Isn’t this… dangerous?
Is it okay for me to become the head of such a family?
Do nobles originally manage such hopeless households?
“This article has been catching my eye lately. The power struggle between the Imperial faction and the Jenail faction seems to be intensifying. Recently, one Jenail faction family had most of their estate confiscated for violating military law…”
I stared blankly out the window, listening to Jin’s story with one ear and letting it flow out the other. I wanted to sleep even briefly, but it wasn’t easy. Is it really because Lu isn’t here…?
After such a long 8 hours passed.
We arrived at Olang Rouge, the major city where the Duke Jenail family had established their base.
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Olang Rouge.
This place, the major city closest to the imperial capital Ragal, is called the cradle of culture and pleasure. Adjacent to the relatively gentle North Deusus Mountains, its history of deep exchanges with Northern Continent nations created the current Olang Rouge.
Perhaps because of this, from Olang Rouge’s history to the atmosphere of the squares near the station, there were aspects that strangely resembled Astrosia’s scenery.
But my first impression of Olang Rouge was this.
‘The city least suited to Raphael.’
To think he became a great noble managing such a city with that personality. Indeed, you never know how human affairs will turn out.
“We have arrived at Olang Rouge. Have a pleasant trip, Weatherwax Baroness.”
Ignoring the crew member’s greeting and exiting the station, I saw a splendid carriage right in front of the stairs.
And a familiar face standing silently in front of that carriage, waiting.
“Hello, Deshero.”
Seeing him appear here, it seemed he had returned home immediately after I left for Loqwe.
“…Daisy?”
Deshero, looking around with surprised eyes, quickly approached me and whispered.
“Why did you come personally? Weatherwax Baroness was scheduled to visit in person, wasn’t she?”
The words spilled out rapidly as if there was a motor attached to my mouth.
As the ‘unlucky and nitpicky Weatherwax Baroness,’ I answered him, who was Duke Raphael’s aide and spy.
“That’s none of your business. Shut up and escort me to Jenail.”
“….”
Deshero’s expression hardened.
When I glanced at Jin, she showed a satisfied smile with sparkling eyes.
This feels quite rewarding when there’s someone cheering me on, doesn’t it?
Deep fatigue settled around the eyes of Deshero, who had been silently watching the two of us.
Haaaaah. He let out what must have been his ten millionth sigh and pressed his forehead.
“What on earth. What kind of trouble are you planning to cause now….”
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