The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

I quietly blinked my eyes.

The investigator seemed somewhat dissatisfied. The suspicion in his gaze seemed to have deepened when our eyes met.

“What kind of work were you doing before you came up to this city?”

I thought I had answered that question quite well.

Honestly, I had no desire to cooperate with this interrogation or whatever, but I was being diligent for the Head Maid’s sake.

The Head Maid couldn’t be put in a difficult position. She was my superior and my source of income.

“So, let me summarize.”

Tap tap. The investigator’s fingers drumming on the table gradually grew faster.

“Miss Daisy Pager is from Blueven, a port in the southern Empire, has a younger brother as family, and came up to Midwintry to find work?”

Nod. This was the fake identity I had created to work as a maid.

“The distance from the southern coast to Midwintry isn’t short either, so what was your reason for specifically choosing this city?”

“Just because.”

“Really no other reason?”

“None.”

As if deep in thought, the investigator closed both eyes while crossing his arms.

I wondered if this was the normal process when charged with assault.

But somehow the focus of the questions seemed fixed on me as a person, rather than the assault itself.

Come to think of it, that investigator. He had said something like that as soon as he came in.

“I’ll speak directly. We’ve discovered peculiarities in your identity. This may be unpleasant, but we must address this matter.”

Peculiarities in my identity. So it was that after all.

‘He knows I’m a survivor from Quin Island.’

But something was strange. If he clearly knew my identity, there would be no need to conduct an investigation like this. He could simply warn me by saying ‘Miss Bertie, why are you using a false identity?’

“Sigh. Miss Pager? Since Miss Pager still seems young and innocent, let me say this out of concern.”

This guy was deliberately trying to persuade me.

“It would be better for you to approach this interrogation honestly without lies. I’m not trying to convince you with sweet words, but this is the path that’s best for Miss Pager.”

As if he wanted confirmation directly from my mouth. That meant.

‘The information about my identity must be uncertain.’

This guy wasn’t simply interrogating the Baron Fedegail assault case.

Some anonymous person was digging into my identity through the investigator. And they had even obtained ‘part’ of military intelligence.

“Please honestly reveal your true identity.”

Who could it be? Obviously there was no way to know.

Then there was no choice.

Let’s kill him.

‘No, no. I can’t kill him. He’s a civilian, not an assassin.’

Let’s threaten him.

That seemed better. If I threatened him to make him talk, or conversely made him shut up completely, things would resolve more smoothly. The Head Maid would be less troubled too.

“Don’t think too deeply about it. You’re still young with many possibilities, so you could get held back by unnecessary troubles. Things could escalate if you try to hide more. You might receive unfair treatment.”

“…”

My mind changed a little.

Because the investigator in front of me was genuinely worried about my situation. This made it awkward to treat him like those Merchant’s Union bastards.

‘What to do.’

Should I hit him less when threatening?

Regardless of the method, there was something I needed to confirm.

“Who is it.”

“Hm?”

“Who’s watching me?”

The moment the investigator’s expression hardened as if hit right on target, his words stuck.

Click.

The tightly closed door opened very refreshingly. Beyond the door that opened roughly enough to hit the wall, a massive presence stood firmly planted. Like another wall had appeared.

The one who entered grandly was a very tall man, reasonably slender but somehow threatening.

After his notable height, the next thing I noticed was a stiffly swaying straw hat… what? A straw hat? In a police station in this big city?

Before I could wonder, I met melancholy golden eyes that flashed bronze.

Without realizing it, I spoke the person’s name.

“Lu?”

As if asking ‘now you notice,’ his long, elegant eyebrows rose and fell.

“Daisy Pager.”

Lu, who called my name indifferently, gestured with his chin.

“Come out.”

While holding a paper bag full of vegetables and dairy products in one hand.

Before I could ask how he got here, Lu suddenly started walking.

‘Should I follow?’

My hesitation was brief. I quickly stood up and chased after Lu before the investigator could stop me. The investigator who had been sitting dazed finally came to his senses and followed us.

“Hey, wait! Who are you? This isn’t a place outsiders can enter freely. Leave immediately!”

A back wearing a neat shirt and dark gray vest swayed slowly before my eyes.

Wearing a straw hat with such an elegant, neat formal outfit.

The striking imbalance seemed to brilliantly highlight Lu’s craziness even more.

“Senior!”

Suddenly a young man appeared from somewhere and urgently stopped the investigator who had been following.

“Whoa, whoa. Calm down first. No need to get angry. The matter was resolved while you were investigating. It’s out of our hands now.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Let me whisper in your ear…”

Their whispered conversation reached my ears clearly.

“Baron Fedegail withdrew his charges.”

“What?”

“The withdrawal notice just arrived through his secretary. Ridiculous, right? The guy who acted like he’d overturn everything if we didn’t arrest her immediately, now flipping like this…”

“That’s not the problem! What about the higher-ups? The investigation into Daisy Pager’s identity came from above, separate from the case…”

The argument between the two men dragged on.

I pretended not to hear and continued walking, leaving the police station.

The warm spring sunset poured down, blessing the freedom I had gained after half a day.

‘The superiors watching me.’

Power that could paralyze the police. And information capabilities sufficient to secretly extract military intelligence.

Few possessed both of these.

‘The superior must be a noble.’

Some unknown noble seemed interested in me. And the investigator wasn’t certain about my identity.

This meant they weren’t investigating me because of my identity as a Quin Island survivor, but rather discovered the information about being a Quin Island survivor while investigating me.

The opponent was someone who learned about me at least after I got hired at the Weatherwax Estate.

Combining all this information, there was exactly one person predicted to be the ‘superior’ the investigator mentioned.

‘The client.’

The bastard who kept sending assassins to the Weatherwax Family. The bastard now trying to kill me too. That side was indeed the most plausible.

At first I suspected Lu too, but if it were Lu, he would have tortured me directly to hear the truth. That would be an easier method.

But if the client was a noble, the suspects narrowed down considerably.

Snort.

Lost in thought, I suddenly raised my head at the snorting sound right in front of me.

Some dirty cargo cart was parked in front of the police station. It was a single-horse cart that might be used to transport fertilizer from farmland.

“Get on.”

Lu, who had climbed onto the cargo cart and was sitting on the straw, gestured to me with his chin. Surprisingly, the one driving the cargo cart was the Assassin Butler.

When our eyes met, he slightly lifted his hat in greeting, which was amusing.

So now you’re working as a coachman too? What a jack-of-all-trades.

A passing child suddenly shouted.

“Wow! A country cart! How dirty!”

“You too, really. You’ll catch something, so don’t go near it.”

I quickly climbed onto the cargo cart before more attention could be drawn to us. As I leaned back diagonally, Lu held out a paper bag he had been carrying.

“Should have just killed and buried him. Then things wouldn’t have gotten so troublesome.”

Along with irritation that was nothing short of murderous.

I obediently buried my head in the paper bag as an admission of guilt. Along with the fresh scent of earth, quality potatoes and carrots came into view.

He was nowhere to be seen all morning. Don’t tell me he went to the outskirts to get these crops…?

When I carefully lifted my head, I could see Lu’s face with his eyes closed.

“Where’s the Head Maid?”

“Our precious boss went ahead. Said she had somewhere to stop by since she was already out. She’s busy too.”

I stared intently at Lu’s angelically beautiful face with certainty.

You had a hand in this.

Without his intervention, Baron Fedegail wouldn’t have suddenly dropped the charges, and Lu wouldn’t have come to pick me up with such perfect timing.

But what method did he use exactly?

“If you keep staring like that, you’ll bore a hole through my face.”

Ignoring his nonchalant nonsense, I asked carefully.

“Did you kill the Baron?”

His eyelids opened, revealing golden eyes. Looking into those eyes, I whispered seriously.

“Did you bury him?”

“You shouldn’t say things like that in public, Miss Daisy. It’s exactly the kind of speech that invites misunderstandings.”

Lu smiled brightly while leaning against the cart.

“At times like this, you usually say things like ‘You helped me. I’ll engrave today’s events in my bones and never forget until I die,’ or ‘As a token of gratitude, I’ll become your slave,’ or ‘Please let me lick your feet, Master.'”

Did he think I would say something like that?

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