The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

Lu is searching for Dian Ket’s legacy.

The Assassin Butler’s claim was based on fairly reasonable evidence.

“A few days ago, he asked me if I knew anything about Dian Ket’s eyeball. Moreover, while cleaning the master’s bedroom, I once found a Midwintry tourism booklet with a bookmark stuck in the urban legends section. It briefly mentioned Dian Ket’s eyeball.”

The image of Lu placing bookmarks in books. It doesn’t suit him at all.

‘So that suspicious bastard’s purpose is Dian Ket’s relic.’

It was a convincing combination.

However, it seemed insufficient as a reason for Lu to work as a cook and gardener at the Weatherwax Estate. With such an important purpose, he’s playing the role of an employee?

A reason.

‘Could there possibly be a connection between the Weatherwax Estate and Dian Ket’s relic?’

Ah, this sounds quite plausible.

I left the pub cleanup to the Assassin Butler and handed him the thick paper envelope I had brought in advance.

“What’s this?”

“The booth fees the Merchant’s Union extorted. I’ve decided to return it to the creditors with generous interest added. Right, friends?”

“…”

“Right?”

“Yes, yep.”

Right. If you owe a debt, you should pay it back double.

I left the pub with a much more comfortable feeling.

They say it’s darkest under the lamp, so I felt the need to thoroughly investigate the Weatherwax Family.

The next day at noon.

For some reason, the sky was overcast today. The humidity made it feel like rain would start pattering down once the sun set.

As soon as lunch ended, I stood in front of the Weatherwax Room located next to the First Floor Library.

Noble families with deep heritage usually set aside a separate room to store the family’s treasures, genealogies, ancestral legacies, and portraits.

The Weatherwax Family had also prepared such a room inside the estate.

The problem with examining this Weatherwax Room was that among the employees, only the Head Maid was allowed entry.

Click click.

Moreover, it was locked, so no matter how much I turned the door handle, it wouldn’t open.

‘If I force it open, it’ll be obvious, so I’ll have to find where the key is and sneak in at dawn.’

Can’t be helped.

I returned to the kitchen and brewed tea myself.

A cup of tea steeped with flower petals in the gently blowing spring breeze was one of the best ways to enjoy noon.

“Mr. Lu.”

I turned my head toward the window where I heard a familiar voice.

I could see the Head Maid approaching Lu, who was sitting on a garden chair, giving him various instructions. Lu smiled gently and nodded.

“Understood.”

“Then I’ll leave it to you.”

Lu, who had turned his gaze away, became absorbed in reading again. A cook and gardener leisurely reading?

But Lu is always relaxed.

The Head Maid doesn’t particularly object to his leisure either. It was leisure enjoyed after perfectly performing his assigned duties.

He worked so fast that sometimes I wondered if he had four arms.

‘As expected, Lu and books don’t match.’

I silently watched Lu positioned in the middle of the green garden.

His face, noble yet melancholy like a shadow under the radiance, suited a drug addict rather than a bookworm, alcohol rather than newspapers. Or perhaps a soldier suffering from severe PTSD. Or a hunter living in seclusion in the forest.

But Lu is a cook, gardener, and rich man.

The gap between prejudice and reality is this frightening.

‘Drug-addled gladiator, underworld black market boss, Assassin’s Guild leader…’

While listing professions that would suit Lu one by one, I discovered a new fact about him that I hadn’t known before.

Namely, his incredibly messy ears.

Both his right and left ears had tiny holes pierced all over them.

Though not clearly visible, his cartilage and ear canal seemed to be in a similar state. Despite this, he wore no accessories at all, making them appear smooth.

Looking at those ears made me even more suspicious of him.

Because the pierced locations were all acupoints where magical flow was smooth.

He had even pierced all the acupoints that ordinary mages would pierce at most two or so of.

‘Just how many magical tools does he wear?’

Magical tools are fundamentally rare.

Among them, magical tools small enough to wear on the body commanded high prices no matter how trivial their function.

Of course, since Lu owned an estate on the most prosperous street in Midwintry, money itself wouldn’t be a big problem.

The problem was the reason for wearing such magical tools.

The holes pierced in his ears totaled well over ten on both sides combined. Even this country’s emperor wouldn’t need more magical tools than that.

Today too, I contemplate.

‘What the hell does Lu do?’

Flutter. The sound of book pages turning in the wind reached me.

Lu’s hands turning the pages were elegant. They were long and neat hands comparable to Daisy’s, who had no connection whatsoever to swords.

I couldn’t see any cuts, large or small scratches, or even calluses.

Though his hands were large enough to cover my entire face and had joints that protruded here and there, considering Lu’s exceptional height, it was natural.

Such hands don’t hold swords.

Considering everything, Lu is indeed a mage.

He probably crafts the magical tools he wears himself.

I had suspected it since hearing testimony that he cast magic on the Eshuler Estate, but he was certainly quite an excellent mage.

“So.”

See that. Even his voice is impressive.

“If you’ve been staring at someone’s face for a long time, shouldn’t you leave some commentary?”

A voice like deeply embedding a fire-heated iron seal into mud-covered rock.

Should I pretend I didn’t hear?

Still, having decided to communicate and get along, I couldn’t blatantly ignore him.

I set aside the questions about Lu that had piled up high enough to overflow above my throat and chose the most harmless topic.

“I planted flowers.”

About the small, charming flowerpot he had entrusted to me.

Lu turned his head and smiled, slightly narrowing his deeply shadowed eyes.

“That’s an evasive answer. Or do you mean flowers come to mind whenever you look at my face?”

Then he immediately wiped away his picture-perfect smile and said.

“You did plant flowers like yourself.”

Flowers like me? What are flowers like me? And how do you know what flowers I planted?

What I planted weren’t even seedlings, just a few seeds I randomly picked at the market.

“No pretending to know when you don’t.”

There was no way Lu could know the flower types that even I didn’t know.

“Pretending not to know? Hmm. So what did you plant?”

To avoid being caught in a lie, I answered with the most serious expression I could make.

“Secret.”

A derisive laugh quietly burst out.

“There are few things as pathetic as not knowing what kind of flowers you planted yourself.”

Thud. When Lu closed the book he had been reading intently, the title written on the cover was revealed.

『The 7 Great Continental Mysteries for Children: Treasure Edition』

Why is it.

Why am I certain that book contains stories related to Dian Ket?

I recalled the reason I had belatedly come to investigate Lu.

Dian Ket.

How ironic. Just when I tried to lose interest in him and focus on my own affairs, we’d be connected again through the common thread of ‘Dian Ket.’

‘Is Lu only after Dian Ket’s eyeball? Or the other four legacies as well?’

In truth, if I directly asked Lu whether he was looking for Diane Ket, our mutual distrust might have been resolved more easily than expected. If it had been a matter involving just the two of us, I surely would have done so.

But the problem was that the person who gave me this information was the Assassin Butler.

The Assassin Butler was a valuable connection who could tip me off about Lu’s information. If Lu became suspicious of the assassin due to a momentary poor judgment on my part, and he ended up getting kicked out, it would be tantamount to me suffering extreme losses.

‘Most importantly, I can’t ignore the possibility that this man deliberately leaked it to me.’

This man, Lu.

A man who’s sinister in every way except for his glossy exterior.

“Did you perhaps make some mistake with Miss Daisy, Mr. Lu?”

“Well. She’s been staring at my face absent-mindedly more than once or twice. I’m thinking of charging admission fees from now on.”

And the most shameless bastard in the world.

“Miss Daisy seems to have an honest side to her, even if she doesn’t look it.”

The Head Maid, who appeared crossing the Small Garden, blocked my view that had been directed toward Lu.

“Are you done looking?”

“…Yes.”

“Then go to work now.”

This woman, the Head Maid.

The most ruthless woman in Midwintry.

I was just about to get up from where I’d been sitting leaning against the window.

Lu, who had walked over with his long legs, handed me something. I reflexively received a small wooden sign.

“What’s this?”

“Give a name to the flower you planted and stick it in the pot.”

He was talking about a plant name tag. I was dumbfounded.

“Why should I?”

He answered my question—which clearly conveyed annoyance, irritation, and discomfort even with casual listening—with a kind smile.

“Our Miss Daisy is being too insincere, you see. If you don’t know the species, you should at least give it a name. Responsibility starts from surprisingly small things.”

I stared at his broad shoulders as they suddenly disappeared, then looked down at the wooden sign in my hand.

It’s not even an animal, what’s with naming it.

I carelessly threw it in the trash with a snort. Then I slowly turned around and picked up the wooden sign I had thrown away.

“Hmm.”

Lu has such a bad personality that if I throw something like this away, he’s the type to pay me back double. It’s not even a difficult task, so it might be better to obediently comply.

I pondered the pot’s name for a long time and only stuck the sign in after the sun had set.

The sign was completely empty.

In the end, I gave up on naming it.

And that evening, a visitor came after a long time.

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