The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 112

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Chapter 112

Though it was just a moment, it felt like I had briefly returned to about 8 years ago. The expression Raphael showed me was one he used to display only when he was comfortable.

“But I thought I heard that his sister had died.”

She was practically dead anyway. If he had known she would come back to life like this, wouldn’t he have said they were separated during the war instead?

“Even after hearing such things from Sir Liwein earlier, you still believe I’m his sister?”

“Believe… I’m not sure about that. But it’s clear that you’re closely connected to Andert, so that’s enough for now.”

I leaned my hips against the windowsill to avoid the uncomfortable pressure from my high heels.

“A strong person’s intuition? Well, that intuition is quite convenient.”

Raphael’s expression wrinkled slightly. I wondered why he was looking at me like that, but he seemed displeased that I had spoken so casually.

No, I just answered half out of habit because I was reminded of the old days.

“…yo.”

At my quietly added honorific, his gaze smoothly turned away again.

Petty bastard. He speaks half-informally but I can’t? Damn class society. All humans should be equal!

Of course, I’m fully aware that Raphael’s and my situation is completely different from before.

Still, maybe it’s because our inner selves remain the same. Or maybe it’s because I know that old Raphael, the hero of justice untainted by the dirty secular world. My twisted feelings wouldn’t easily unravel.

“But talking like this, I understand now. Why my brother treated me as dead.”

In the freshly cleaned glass window, I could see Raphael’s eyebrows twitch ever so slightly.

I pulled up the corners of my mouth, recalling the most irritating smile I knew—Lu’s smile.

“He probably didn’t want to introduce me to Lord Jenail. Since we lost our parents at a young age and lived alone together, we siblings are particularly fond of each other…”

…But wait.

I think there’s a serious problem with my eyesight.

The knighthood headquarters visible beyond the window. In the garden connecting from that headquarters to this manor, that damn familiar face.

That face shouldn’t be here, should it?

“Fond of each other…”

That plump, glossy face. And those movements filled with queenly, noble grace.

‘…Lu?’

Why is Lu here?

No, being here is already a problem, but why does he look like Morian Sereniye?

“…we’re quite fond of each other.”

What an absurd situation this is.

Someone is trapped in a room being interrogated, while someone else is flirting happily next to some handsome knight. And even smiling so prettily as if ready to enchant someone!

Just as my eyes were about to narrow into triangles from anger, I made eye contact with Lu.

The woman’s eyes, which had been gazing at me intently, slowly narrowed. As if she was teasing me.

“Is that so? Then it can’t be helped. I too must cherish the Weatherwax Baroness as precious. Andert’s sister is my sister as well.”

…Wait. Whose what?

At that moment, I couldn’t help but look at Raphael again.

“Are you crazy? Who’s your sister?”

Then, a burst of laughter that could only be described as explosive erupted.

I stared at Raphael, who was laughing like a boy, with a dumbfounded expression.

He burst into laughter as if I didn’t exist at all, and only after a long while did he return to his original cold expression. Then he spouted nonsense.

“Ah, my apologies. I was rude. The expression my sister just made was so exactly like Andert’s.”

What a shameless bastard. After laughing to his heart’s content, what apology?

Raphael picked up the pendant placed on the round table and stood up.

“How amusing. I thought letting him go from my heart would be best for both him and me. But as a result, I’ve found this trace of you…”

And then, before approaching me.

As if making a momentous declaration, he enunciated each word clearly.

“I couldn’t be more satisfied.”

I know those eyes of Raphael’s.

Eyes that would never let go of an opportunity given to him.

For some reason, the back of my neck felt cold. I didn’t have the confidence to look directly at his face.

Raphael approached and extended the inside of his right arm to me. Was he demanding an oath? I deliberately extended my opposite arm, which didn’t bear the traces of an oath.

The moment a sacred energy flowed from the pendant that carried out our will.

“Ah.”

My heart stings.

‘What is this?’

My vision turned yellow and something surged up. Something hot like fire and bitter…

“…Daisy Weatherwax?”

Raphael, with uncharacteristically panicked eyes, rushed toward me.

Every moment continued slowly, slowly.

Just before my vision completely tilted horizontal, a small fluttering shirt ribbon hit my face.

A ribbon stained red with blood.

“To put it simply, your soul is currently in a very unstable state.”

A few weeks ago. Malicops’s warning echoed in my ears.

“Of course, by crossing two barriers, the soul’s level itself is transcending human standards. The problem is that it’s in a broken state. It’ll be hard to endure for long.”

“I know that much. In the current situation, I can endure for about 10 more years at most…”

“10 years? No, that would be the soul’s lifespan. The soul itself will endure for quite a long time. But the body is different. The vessel that can’t withstand the soul’s imbalance is gradually breaking. If this continues without proper measures…”

If it continues, then what?

…What came next didn’t come to mind.

I lost consciousness.

* * *

At the same time.

Somewhere in Westwingtree’s underground passage.

“Cough, cough.”

A man who had been trembling with his throat strangled foamed at the mouth. The hooded figure who had been pressuring the man threw him to the ground when the bloody foam touched their skin.

Another person who had been quietly watching spoke up.

“I didn’t expect the pursuit to follow us this far already. We need to move our base as quickly as possible.”

“…”

“I thought we had perfectly sealed off any leaks of information. How on earth…”

“The opponent is Raphael Jenail.”

“…”

“Don’t treat him like those other riffraff.”

“Yes.”

The two shadows’ steps soon reached the end of the underground passage. In that place filled with nothing but solid walls and darkness, a hunchback old man stood alone.

The old man said to them.

“Show your face.”

The black hood was slowly pulled back.

Silver hair that shone brightly even in the darkness. The old man bowed respectfully toward the hooded figure.

I was waiting for you, Lady Natasha. Please come inside.”

Thoom.

The wall rumbled once.

A door appeared in the wall that had been solid without a speck of dust, and began to open slowly.

Beyond the door was a cozy place that contrasted with the dark, damp air of the underground passage. A fireplace with burning flames and the arrangement of simple, modest wooden furniture crafted by artisan hands gave off a rural atmosphere.

As soon as the door closed, a roughly hoarse voice called the visitor.

-…Natasha.

The silver-haired woman, Natasha, walked slowly toward the chair in front of the fireplace.

Sitting in the chair was a crudely shaped dummy that hadn’t been properly refined. From the dummy, which emanated a sacred energy opposite to its appearance, came a man’s voice.

-Have you been well? Oh my, something dirty has splattered on your cheek. Did the pursuers finally discover that base too? We’ll have to move within two days.

Natasha, who casually wiped the blood from her face, spoke to the dummy.

“Progress on the research?”

-My heartless sister. Isn’t this our reunion after a whole six months? We don’t even have enough time to catch up, yet you must state your business first.

“Research progress.”

-…Fortunately, this time we have one result that should catch your interest.

“Result?”

-Billy.

“Yes.”

The Hunchback Old Man who had been guarding the door walked over to Natasha with slow steps.

What the Old Man showed her was a rat inside a small glass tube. The rat’s condition was clearly poor to anyone’s eyes, lying collapsed and breathing heavily.

“This rat died once. It was revived a month ago.”

At those words, the eyes of the Man who had followed Natasha filled with shock.

“Revival! Lady Natasha, finally…!”

However, Natasha’s expression was not particularly pleased.

Examining the rat in the glass tube with cold eyes, she spoke with a somewhat heavy tone.

“Should this be considered a revival?”

“….”

“It’s nearly dying. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes. It probably won’t survive tomorrow night.”

Dummy said.

-Don’t rush, little Sibling. This is our first success in 4 years. We achieved the result of revival after a whole 4 years. That alone is sufficiently meaningful. You know that too.

Natasha seemed to agree with those words, as she didn’t argue back. Her face, somewhat more relaxed than before, gazed at Dummy.

“Is maintaining life force the key issue?”

-It seems so. From our examination, the revived soul appears to be mixed with some unknown energy that wasn’t there before…. I’ll tell you the details when we meet in person.

“What’s the condition of that ‘thing’?”

That thing.

The source of the powerful force that revived the rat.

Dummy, who immediately understood Natasha’s words, answered affectionately.

-‘Mephistopheles’s Heart’ is perfectly fine like new, so don’t worry.

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