The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 110

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Chapter 110

Andert Pager.

I recalled the four men who would be seated in the adjacent room while receiving Liwein’s sharp gaze.

Each and every one of them was a hero of the Mage War who would remain as great figures in history. I had thought it was an unusual combination from the beginning.

However, I had visited the Jenail family as a survivor of Quin Island, not as someone related to the Mage War military.

Even if I was merely an observer, the fact that four of them had gathered in one place seemed to pressure me.

‘Did they find clear evidence that I am Andert Pager?’

Or was it simple intuition like Deshero?

After arriving at Jenail Castle.

I had completely changed my behavior patterns.

I didn’t hide being left-handed, wore ordinary noblewoman’s jewelry earrings, and showed my walking gait and minor mannerisms in the most natural way I could manage rather than forcing them. I also didn’t forget to carefully cover the traces of my oath with transitional season clothing.

Besides this, could there really be a way to discover my identity?

‘No, there isn’t. I’m certain of this. I went up to Midwintry as soon as I came back to life. Unless they conduct a precise investigation of me as a person or interrogate Weatherwax members, they can’t figure out my identity.’

As soon as I gained confidence, Liwein urged me for an answer.

“You have nothing to say.”

Then what grounds does this fellow have for cornering me?

Pure intuition?

“…It was such a sudden question that I was wondering if it had some great significance, so I thought about it a bit.”

“There’s no great hidden meaning. You can take my questions exactly as I ask them. Are you Andert Pager, the hero of the Mage War, Baroness?”

I looked around the room and let out a small snort.

“Since you seem to have vision problems, let me point out one thing – Raphael’s sword is male and I am female.”

“I can see that as well.”

“Then why ask despite knowing? Did you find some great evidence?”

“The details are classified.”

“Ah. So you’re asking if I’m Andert Pager without being able to mention any proper evidence?”

I straightened my back and stared at Liwein.

“In other words, are you now wielding the authority of an interrogator to force me to give false answers?”

“I’m not forcing you.”

“Really? It’s not coercion?”

I smiled slightly.

“Not coercion… Fine, I’ll answer.”

Bang.

“Gah!”

I kicked up the round table that was blocking between Liwein and me with my right leg and overturned it, then took advantage of the opening created in front to grab his neck and throw him toward the wall.

“This is my answer, Sir Liwein.”

Liwein, a skilled knight, tried to regain his posture and draw his sword as soon as he hit the wall, but.

“If I am.”

Unfortunately, I was one step faster.

“Andert Pager…”

“Urgh.”

Liwein was lifted up against the wall with his throat choked by me. His movement to break free from what he thought was a weak noblewoman’s wrist didn’t last long and gradually dropped to the floor.

“The neck of a young and vigorous knight like you. Twisting it with one hand wouldn’t be much trouble, would it?”

Shoes are really great. They also reduce the height difference between a well-built adult man and me.

I applied more force to the hand gripping his throat and asked kindly.

“Yes, I am Andert Pager. Is this the kind of answer you wanted? Then I also have something I want to ask, Sir Liwein. How does it feel to die at the hands of a hero?”

I could see his eyes, which had been full of spirit, gradually becoming hazy. I felt no pity. I had no intention of killing him anyway.

When things reached this point, I had a strong doubt.

‘Why did Raphael put forward such a foolish knight?’

I basically don’t like young knights.

In the Mage War, those who tormented me most viciously weren’t demons or commanders. They were precisely the hot-headed young knights. Young knights pursuing power and honor (most of whom were noble children) systematically ostracized and bullied me just because they caught the Swordmaster’s eye.

Of course, I had no intention whatsoever of taking out past experiences on Liwein directly.

I didn’t throw Liwein in a fit of anger.

This was a kind of warning.

A warning directed not at Liwein, but at Raphael and the observers.

“Tell Duke Jenail, Sir. Don’t try to test people’s mood in such an unpleasant way, and if you have something to say, say it clearly. I’m quite busy myself.”

What could Raphael want from me, going so far as to push forward such a foolish knight?

Just as my doubts were about to deepen.

“Weatherwax Baroness.”

Someone who had approached without any presence thrust a sword under my chin.

“I will apologize on behalf of Sir Liwein’s rudeness, so please calm down.”

Duke Kalpenweber.

One who moved like one body with the Swordmaster. The strategist who made his name most widely known in the Mage War.

“If you release his throat, I won’t make an issue of what happened now.”

When I slowly let go, Liwein, who took a deep breath, quickly retreated from me.

“Cough, cough.”

“…You seem too careless, Sir Liwein. Getting your throat choked by a delicate noblewoman like me. Training seems urgent.”

Stop acting smart if you understand.

I was earnestly sending warnings with my eyes when Duke Kalpenweber blocked between us two. After sheathing his sword, he coldly ordered Liwein.

“Sir Liwein, you go outside and wait.”

“Understood…”

“Your Grace. You said you won’t make an issue of what happened now?”

The one who opposed Duke Kalpenweber was the one-eyed inspector, Count Raghwirten.

Unlike the sharp-featured Duke Kalpenweber, Count Raghwirten had such a fierce appearance that civilians would wet themselves upon encountering him. And he’s the same age as me.

“Sir Liwein was purely conducting an interrogation. Of course, there were unscheduled questions… but that was absolutely not the level of rudeness that warranted threatening someone’s life or being threatened himself.”

The one-eyed man who glared roughly at delicate me chattered on and on to Duke Kalpenweber.

That petty nature of only looking after your own people is still the same. I have nothing to say since he’s right.

‘That aside. Was asking me if I was Andert Pager an independent action?’

I looked at Liwein with a somewhat fresh feeling.

That’s quite some nerve to do that while four senior veterans are watching? I’ll acknowledge this.

But what grounds did you have for asking such a question?

“Sir Liwein belongs to the Imperial Army. Threatening a soldier is, when interpreted broadly, no different from a terrorist threat, so it shouldn’t be passed over as if nothing happened. Isn’t that right, Count Rosebel?”

At the one-eyed petty man’s question, everyone’s gaze turned to the middle-aged man standing at the door.

“…Well, rather than that, Weatherwax Baroness’s skill is surprising.”

I know.

The fact that the man, Count Rosebel, couldn’t take his eyes off me from beginning to end.

“Isn’t that so? A skilled person capable of subduing Sir Liwein, the vice-captain of the Jenail Knight Order, with one hand. A woman who looks to be about twenty at most.”

“…”

“Really, I’d believe it if you said she was Andert Pager.”

When I met his sharp gaze, cold sweat seemed to flow down my back.

“Didn’t they say you were discovered on Quin Island this summer and worked as a maid for the Weatherwax family? But then it was belatedly revealed that you had kinship ties with the Weatherwax family. That’s not something you see commonly.”

Count Rosebel, who approached slowly, requested of me.

“Weatherwax Baroness. If it’s not rude, may I examine your hands?”

“No.”

“I’m asking as a favor.”

As always.

I’m weak against veterans.

It can’t be helped. These people, the veterans of the Mage War, were, strictly speaking, my teachers in swordsmanship and life.

But the past is the past and the present is the present. Wasn’t my identity discovered by Deshero because of those damn soft hands?

Instead of granting Count Rosebel’s request, I demonstrated the trick of embedding a silver teaspoon into the wall. (No one applauded.)

“Did you see? Regardless of how my hand’s bone structure or skin turned out, as you expected, I’m an excellent warrior. You shouldn’t carelessly try to examine the bare skin of an unmarried woman. Please refrain from any deeper investigation than this.”

“…To think such a skilled person was hiding in the Empire. I’m curious about the Baroness’s master.”

“Are you curious?”

“I don’t want to lie and say I’m not.”

“It’s a secret.”

“That’s unfortunate. Then would you accept just one question?”

“Let me hear it first.”

“What is your relationship with Andert Pager, Baroness?”

It was a polite inquiry. I looked into the eyes of Count Rosebel standing upright, then let out a small sigh.

“Really, how tiresome.”

As if nothing could be more sickening than this.

“Andert, Andert… That damn Andert Pager. An old soldier who died 4 years ago. The hero of the Mage War, yes. Everyone in the world knows that. But isn’t he someone who left long ago? What if I have some relationship with him? What would you do? Are you going to pray for the deceased’s soul through me?”

The atmosphere in the room turned cold at the obvious mockery.

“…I am.”

The moment Count Rosebel finally parted his lips after a long pause.

“That’s enough.”

Raphael, who appeared belatedly, issued an order to leave.

“From now on, I’ll continue the interrogation personally. Everyone except the Weatherwax Baroness should leave.”

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