The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

A few days after encountering the first assassin, the presence that visited was not one, but two.

Their behavior pattern was also slightly different from before, as if they had received a commission one level higher than mere threats.

“Kugh.”

Perhaps something like actual assassination.

The sharp blade of a dagger flew toward my throat. I stepped on the first assassin who had collapsed unconscious at my feet and rolled off the bed.

Whoosh.

A thin dagger flew aiming for that moment.

I reached out, grabbed the blade directly, and charged toward the second assassin. As the handle part dug into the inside of his left eye, a pained breath burst from the skilled assassin’s mouth.

“Huk.”

I tried to handle it as quietly as possible, but with two opponents, it became a bit noisy.

The second assassin staggered to his feet and steadied his breathing.

“What exactly are you…?”

“Shh.”

I knocked him out by hitting his head first.

I expected this, but it’s become troublesome. Did they send two because contact was lost when they sent one?

‘Should I call this stupid, or efficient?’

I retrieved the suicide pills from the mouths and sleeves of the two visitors, which now felt almost familiar. With these, does that make six 【Merciful Bites】 in total?

It was exactly the same as the number of Merchant’s Union executives. As they say, every little bit helps. I should deliver them properly to the Assassin Butler.

“…These bastards.”

What to do with them.

My contemplation was short and my action was swift.

I decided to send these two assassins to the Assassin Butler. No matter how I thought about it, that was the best move.

‘What about the assassins who’ll come next?’

I can’t keep sending them to the Assassin Butler to handle.

For now, I opened the window, dropped the two bundles, and stepped onto the ground myself. Rain was falling from the sky.

I suddenly thought of the flower pot I had placed on the foyer steps.

Contrary to my expectations, no sprouts had emerged for several days, making me secretly anxious. But with the rain falling, I felt a bit hopeful that the cotyledons might emerge.

Now if I just climb over two more fences…

“What on earth is this about, Miss Daisy?”

Huk.

As soon as I turned around, I met eyes with the Head Maid standing in front of the back door.

She had carefully crushed her cigarette butt into the can and was looking at the sprawled bundles with wide eyes.

“Who are they?”

This was too blatantly caught. There’s no way to avoid it!

“In-Intruders.”

“Did you handle them alone?”

I couldn’t bring myself to answer that question. The Head Maid, who seemed confused and tapped her chin several times, let out a sigh.

“When will they wake up?”

“In… three or four hours…”

“I see. Follow me.”

I obediently followed behind the Head Maid and entered the estate again.

I’m screwed.

‘What’s going to happen to me? Am I going to be fired like this?’

I’ve just gotten a little used to maid work? Where am I supposed to go if I leave here?

But why should I be fired? I didn’t do anything wrong. Is being a bit strong a crime?

“Miss Daisy.”

“Yes.”

“To me, Miss Daisy is quite a meaningful person.”

I rolled only my eyes to look at the Head Maid.

The back of the Head Maid’s head as she climbed the stairs leading to the upper floor was as calm and neat as when I met her during the day.

“You’re the first person to last more than a week at the Weatherwax Estate. But today’s incident made me understand why you’re the first. I’d like to say thank you.”

Ah.

‘So the Head Maid really didn’t know about the threats the maids at this estate faced.’

It’s somehow strange to just brush this off.

From the client’s perspective who sent the assassins, wouldn’t the Head Maid be the most important target to attack?

Why didn’t the assassins threaten the Head Maid?

The Head Maid stopped in front of a bedroom on the second floor.

This door is unfamiliar to me. It was none other than the Weatherwax Baroness’s bedroom.

“Would you like to meet the mistress, Miss Daisy?”

So suddenly?

When I turned my head in surprise, the Head Maid smiled somewhat bitterly.

“I think you’d be fine. Of course, the choice is yours. You can meet the mistress, or you don’t have to…”

“I’ll meet her.”

I looked at the Head Maid with the eyes of a more faithful maid than ever before.

Meet the Weatherwax Baroness. Become closer to the Weatherwax Family.

Get appointed as a lifelong maid of the Weatherwax Family. Since it’s lifelong, I won’t be fired!

Even if I beat up intruders, I won’t be fired!

“I’ll definitely meet her.”

This was an opportunity given to me by heaven, no, by the Head Maid.

And I had no intention of passing up the opportunity to sleep comfortably in a bed without starving for three years.

“Answer politely.”

“I’ll definitely meet her.”

“You should say ‘I would like to meet her.’ There’s something you need to know. Meeting the mistress comes with specific conditions. You must swear to me that you ‘will not divulge the mistress’s information.'”

A swear? That swear which literally means ‘firmly resolving to definitely carry out a certain promise or goal’?

A faintly settled gaze stared at me intently. The Head Maid whispered to me in her characteristic gentle yet calm voice.

“The swear we’re talking about here is… part of magic, where we promise by staking each other’s souls. It’s not recorded verbally or in writing, but recorded in each other’s souls. Even if it sounds trivial, there’s a big penalty if you break it.”

There’s only one penalty for a swear engraved on the soul.

“Death.”

“That’s right. I thought you would know. It’s a disturbing condition, isn’t it?”

“Then who makes the swear?”

“I’ll cast it on you directly.”

She’s right. It’s very disturbing.

Not the condition of meeting the Weatherwax Baroness, but the Head Maid herself.

‘She knows how to cast swears?’

Magic is a kind of sport.

There are clear limits to the walls that can be climbed through effort and persistence, and from a certain level onward, it’s a sport where you must compete with innate talent and wit.

But magic was a sport where those with talent were extremely rare even among sports.

Since the constitution capable of using magic itself was uncommon, even staying at an average level posed no problem for making a living across generations.

The magical healing hospitals and magical tool workshops located in every neighborhood were practically their lifelong workplaces.

Swears themselves belong to low-level magic with low difficulty.

But whether it’s low-level magic or whatever, a mage is a mage.

All mages receive special bonus points in civil service recruitment processes. It meant that even if they were incompetent as bugs, they could make a living on the national treasury.

‘Such a mage is doing mere maid work. Is that why she wasn’t attacked by assassins? Did she set a trap?’

A family that assassins visit from time to time.

A family connected to Dian Ket’s legacy.

A family that employed a mage as Head Maid.

Weatherwax… it’s definitely a suspicious place.

“Extend your arm.”

Following the request, I rolled up my sleeve and obediently extended my arm.

On the inside of my forearm, there were a total of two lines carved. Both were traces of oaths I had made while living as Andert.

“…Don’t tell me these are all oaths?”

An oath is something engraved not on the flesh, but on the soul.

So even if I had returned from a male body to a female body, the traces of oaths carved into my existence as ‘me’ would not disappear.

The traces of oaths cannot be erased by any transformation magic, and can only be concealed. It was no different from the simplest magic possessing the most powerful force.

“Miss Daisy. What exactly did you used to do?”

…A soldier?

When I turned my gaze away pretending not to hear, the Head Maid shook her head back and forth. Soon, on the arm she extended toward me, there remained a single line of oath traces.

Our two arms touched as one when brought together. A sacred energy swirled between the two of us.

The Head Maid whispered to me.

“I request an oath from you. The condition is 【Do not reveal secrets regarding the Weatherwax Family】. Do you agree?”

“I agree.”

A long red line was drawn in the air.

The line that had been flickering fiercely like flames soon slowly descended onto our arms.

The sensation touching my skin was hot enough to burn.

The line that mercilessly seared the skin and settled down was soon carved like a tattoo and seeped into the depths of my soul.

It was an unpleasant sensation I felt every time, but I endured it.

“Phew.”

Not long after the Head Maid let out a long sigh, the bedroom door opened.

The bedroom was dark. Due to the densely covered blackout curtains, not even a handful of moonlight hidden behind dark clouds was permitted entry.

The Head Maid, who had lit the lamp placed beside the bed, gestured to me.

“Come closer and pay your respects, Miss Daisy.”

Why was this room so dark and quiet?

Why didn’t this room feel like a place where people lived?

Why could no other human presence be felt in this room besides the Head Maid and me?

Why wouldn’t the Weatherwax Baroness ask the reason when maids came to visit at this late hour?

Having swallowed numerous questions, what I faced on the bed was the Weatherwax Baroness.

“This person is the head and master of our Weatherwax Family.”

The Weatherwax Baroness was, that is to say….

“This is Grey Weatherwax Baroness.”

An egg.

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