The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 120

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Chapter 120

Looking at Liwein again, his expression was somewhat strange. He seemed both displeased and ashamed.

“Judging by your reaction, it’s certain.”

“Sir Jin…”

“Not Sir Jin, but the aide to Baroness Weatherwax, as I told you, Sir Liwein. Don’t make me repeat myself. And if you truly respect Lord Andert, clearly recognize and explain your mistake. That is, if you don’t want to shame Lord Andert.”

“…”

What’s this, Liwein? Why do you look like you’re being persuaded?

I decided to turn away before the swordsmen’s conversation went down an even stranger path.

“Please give my farewell to Raphael in my place, Sir Liwein. Tell him your sister returned to Weatherwax because she’s busy with work.”

For the first time, Liwein showed a surprised expression like a normal person.

“Baroness, what do you mean by that…”

“See you next time.”

We wandered around the castle area and realized it would be difficult to escape secretly, so we walked out majestically through the main gate.

Fortunately, no one, including the guards, stopped us. Raphael apparently didn’t expect me to defy his demands in less than an hour.

Using his complacency as a stepping stone, we were able to leisurely escape Olang Rouge. We had to endure sitting squeezed into general seating for several hours, but I didn’t mind.

Normally, Jin would have nagged, saying “Not sitting in the VIP section is unlike the fastidious Baroness Weatherwax,” but she tactfully kept her mouth shut.

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“Have you returned, Baroness?”

“Have you returned?”

“Mm.”

I looked at the employees lined up in front of the foyer and fell into strange contemplation.

‘Is this the daily life of an upper-class family?’

Are all nobles naturally attention-seekers? For me, who used to wear muddy shoes in the barracks, this was definitely an unfamiliar culture.

The Head Maid, who took my hat and coat, asked carefully.

“How did things go with the Jenail Family?”

“Actually, I have some matters related to that to discuss with you and Old Man Malicops. Come to my room after work hours.”

“Yes, understood.”

The Weatherwax Estate had changed significantly in the few days I was away.

The vines that had been clinging all over the estate walls had completely disappeared, and old window frames and doors had been replaced with new ones.

New furniture with a lustrous shine, and the interior of the estate somehow smelled pleasant.

Small, elegant decorations that generously filled the previously empty corridors.

Silver tableware filling one wall of the dining room.

And most of all…

“We’ve decided to order new curtains for this winter. Winter calls for red, so let’s order them in a soft wine color.”

“Hmm. I don’t think so, Butler Danahan. Wine color looks old-fashioned. Since our master is young, I think the interior should feel lively. How about a calm dark green?”

They’re having a very important discussion. Excellent attitude.

But now I’m not a maid but the Weatherwax Baroness. I can’t easily join their conversation and ruin the atmosphere.

Because that’s what being a ‘baroness’ means.

After sunset.

The Head Maid with a slightly nervous face and Malicops with his good-natured expression came to my room.

“I heard you have matters to request of us.”

“Yes, quite a few. First, Princess Natasha’s current situation, and the connection between the resurrection experiments led by the Pen Rota Imperial Palace and Mephistopheles’ heart. Oh, since 【Berid Ret】 is apparently a covert guild under the imperial family, we need to look into that too… Also, we need to understand the overall imperial secrets discovered in Loqwe. The imperial family seems to have crystallized Mephistopheles’ heart, which must be technology leaked from Loqwe.”

“…”

“Lastly, summarize and inform me of matters or information I should be aware of in preparation for the hunting festival. I’ll be moving alongside the Jenail side for the time being. In exchange for taking over Dian Ket’s cage…”

Unlike the Head Maid who was concentrating with a slightly dazed expression, Malicops took out a small notebook from his pocket and diligently took notes of my words.

“To think that Natasha, that child, is conducting dangerous experiments like resurrection. It’s hard to believe.”

I answered simply to the words spoken like a sigh.

“Since it’s information that came directly from Raphael’s mouth, it must be correct.”

“…I see. Understood. I’ll organize the matters you mentioned and report by tomorrow morning. And wait a moment.”

The Head Maid rummaged through her pocket and pulled out three obviously antique letters, handing them to me. The sender of the first letter I saw was a name I didn’t recognize.

“What’s this?”

“Not long after you returned home, Baroness, we received contact from three noble families with titles, including the Wokhood Family.”

Wokhood would be Liwein’s family.

“What kind of contact?”

“They requested visits, saying they had matters to discuss regarding marriage.”

“…Marriage?”

Wait.

Marriage?

I couldn’t even bring myself to open the letter and looked at the Head Maid. In the darkness, the Head Maid’s green eyes were sparkling to an uncomfortable degree.

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Marriage.

What is marriage?

Pledging eternal love and faith between each other.

Announcing to the world that one is ready to become a parent.

Promising political and economic mutual benefit and cooperation.

Noble family marriages usually aim to achieve the third result. It means they’re used as a means to protect power and wealth.

“I won’t do it.”

“Why not?”

The Head Maid’s eyes immediately became sharp. She cut me off before I could even start making excuses.

“You are no longer Grey Weatherwax, Baroness. You promised to live the rest of your life as Daisy Weatherwax, as the head of the Weatherwax Family and as the Weatherwax Baroness. And marriage is the duty of a family head. You cannot choose based simply on personal preference.”

“I’m not saying I’ll never do it. I’m just asking for a little time.”

“Do you think I’m a fool? I’ve known you for several months now, Baroness. Whenever you make that particular sullen yet somehow completely stubborn expression, you never bend your will. Let me say it again: marriage is a duty that comes with being the head of the Weatherwax Family…”

Ah, really. My ears are going to burst.

I spoke to the young doctor who had arrived about 30 minutes ago without notice and was endlessly waiting his turn.

“Doctor.”

“Yes, yes?”

“Go back now. Tell Raphael that the examination was conducted adequately.”

This doctor, like Deshero, is Raphael’s spy.

Of course, to rank him at the same level as Deshero, Raphael’s good intentions and insistence about my health were more important factors… but regardless of the true reason, from my perspective, he was no different from a spy.

It means I don’t particularly welcome those probing eyes.

The doctor swallowed hard and courageously argued back.

“But Baroness. I haven’t even conducted a proper examination yet. Duke Jenail specifically ordered that your…”

“Tell him there’s nothing wrong with my health. He already knows that fact, so no harm will come to you, Doctor. It would be good to convey that the Weatherwax Baroness reluctantly submitted to the examination while clearly showing her displeasure.”

“No, that won’t do.”

“It won’t do?”

Shing. As Jin drew the sword she always wore at her waist, the morning sunlight reflected off the blade, emitting a brilliant white light.

“You know how to give such answers?”

“…”

“Do you know how?”

The pale doctor fumbled through his clothes for a while, then threw a single piece of paper at me and shouted.

“Hi-His Grace asked me to deliver this letter to you, Baroness. Then I’ll be going now!”

What letter is this now?

I watched his hastily disappearing figure and picked up the paper. Opening the letter, a very familiar handwriting greeted me.

“If my sister is reading this letter, it means you’ve given marching orders to the doctor I sent.

I understand your intentions well. That you only treat me as a brother in words, while finding my worry and concern quite bothersome.

Andert told me that siblings are beings who antagonize, oppose, and conflict with each other. While I have no intention of antagonizing or opposing my sister, some degree of conflict seems unavoidable.

Sister, do as you will. I will do as I will.

From Raphael.”

The content was unbelievably petty and small-minded.

‘So he’s giving me grief just because I refused a medical examination.’

The method is just a bit more polite, but what he’s doing is exactly the same as before. No, if he’s worried, he should just quickly tell me where the last of Dian Ket’s heirlooms is.

“May I ask what it says?”

The Head Maid, who had been constantly scolding me about marriage matters, asked cautiously. I answered roughly.

“Just whining content asking me to understand his worried feelings.”

“Whining? You must have become quite close. Perhaps the Baroness unknowingly revealed your identity…”

“No, I’ve never told him. He also knows me as Andert’s sister.”

The Head Maid asked back with an even more deeply puzzled expression.

“You mean that even though you’ve only known each other’s names for less than a week, Duke Jenail is personally sending letters to a skilled young doctor from Olang Rouge? This is excessive… interest.”

“He was praising Andert’s sister as his own sister. He probably feels responsible for me.”

“Of course that must be it, but… it would be best to act carefully. High society has many watching eyes, so even trivial matters get greatly exaggerated and spread around.”

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