The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 153

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Chapter 153

Not content with constantly raising new suspicions, now appears a figure who has become suspicion itself.

A duke-level figure came out to greet just me alone? And Jigharke Berkleighton at that?

“Your Grace.”

“Speak.”

“Are you planning to rudely intrude on my dinner with His Majesty the Emperor?”

Haha. The Sword Saint laughed dryly with a face that showed no amusement.

“Intrude, what a disappointing expression. I merely came to greet you as the person in charge of the Imperial Palace’s overall security, as you are His Majesty the Emperor’s guest. Given the circumstances, it can’t be helped. We’re restricting servants and courtiers from going out as much as possible.”

“You could have sent any subordinate.”

“Don’t nitpick every detail and just think of it as my scheme to meet you one more time.”

Well, whether sincere or not, from my position it was a natural opportunity to probe about Dian Ket’s legacy. The Sword Saint graciously held an umbrella over my head himself. Our shoulders were close together, and just when I thought it appropriate for intimate conversation.

“Weatherwax Baroness!”

A familiar troublemaker approached from not far away.

“Count Rosebel.”

“You’ve finally arrived! I was waiting. I have something urgent to discuss, could you spare me a moment?”

Now? At the Imperial Palace? It was quite bewildering, so uncharacteristically pushy of him.

“I need to go for an audience with His Majesty the Emperor.”

“I know. You’ll have to wait about an hour anyway. Would it be alright if I borrowed the Baroness for a moment, Your Grace Duke Jilhark? Ten minutes will be sufficient.”

The Sword Saint tilted the black umbrella’s edge closer toward my shoulder and answered.

“Why don’t you just speak here.”

“It’s a matter related to family affairs.”

Ah.

I had a vague idea of what this was about. Whether because he mentioned family affairs, or because there was actually plenty of spare time, the Sword Saint sent me off without further questions.

I intercepted the umbrella that Count Rosebel tried to take over and led the way toward the garden path. Count Rosebel approached close to my side wearing a military raincoat and whispered.

“Be careful.”

“Excuse me? Of what?”

“What else? The imperial family. I’m feeling uneasy about various things, so I’ve decided to stay a few more days under the pretext of guard duty. Duke Raphael is also in this vicinity and will watch over you, so don’t worry.”

He extended his guard duties because of my safety alone? What touching goodwill to witness. Indeed, only a master thinks of their disciple. Of course, I’m not a disciple now.

“Thank you. But did you call me aside just to tell me that?”

“Among other things. Actually, I was going to tell you at the banquet, but as you know, I was kept busy guarding the Imperial Palace. When I returned to the banquet hall, the Baroness had already gone home.”

“I’m still not used to balls. It just ended up that way.”

Hmm hmm. Count Rosebel cleared his throat quietly and spoke with an uncharacteristically bashful expression.

“I’m telling you this first, but my wife is expecting a late-born child.”

A late-born child.

What was Count Rosebel’s age again? Adding the number 4 to the last age I remembered, I could only express admiration for humanity’s infinite reproductive capabilities.

“Congratulations, Count. It’s a family celebration. Is the Countess alright?”

“Thank you. Though it’s a late pregnancy, there are no problems yet. To think I’d be sharing such news with none other than the Baroness, it feels a bit strange.”

It was a completely understandable sentiment.

Enart Rosebell, Count Rosebel’s only daughter, had married into the Weatherwax family and died away from home without even bearing descendants, hadn’t she? From the Rosebel family’s perspective, their impression of the Weatherwax family would be considerably negative.

“You probably already know that our family’s title and property are scheduled to be inherited by you, Baroness? Beating around the bush isn’t my style, so I’ll speak directly.”

Count Rosebel stopped walking and began in a calm tone, neither slow nor fast.

“Weatherwax Baroness, I want to pass our family’s title to my soon-to-be-born child. I don’t ask for the property too. I know it’s difficult to accept, but please allow me to pass just the title to my child. I’m asking you separately like this because I hoped you’d consider it seriously.”

“Very well.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

Count Rosebel, who had been blinking blankly, slowly opened his mouth again.

“I think you misunderstood my words, so I’ll explain again. The Rosebel family’s title…”

“I heard correctly. Shall I speak clearly? The manor, valuables, money, mansion, and all other real estate – I don’t need any of it, so please pass it all to your newborn child.”

Count Rosebel’s eyes showed complete incomprehension.

“Why?”

The answer to the question of why is simple.

Because I have no intention of doing so.

And I’m not in a position to do so either.

‘Well, from Count Rosebel’s perspective, it might be incomprehensible.’

Inheritance? I could receive it if offered – isn’t it a structure with no losses and only gains?

However, I, Daisy, am not of Weatherwax bloodline. I was a stranger with no commonalities with Enart Rosebell except being human, and I was even in a precarious situation facing death any day. Even if I inherited Rosebel’s property, there was a high probability it would dissolve into thin air without proper use.

And above all.

‘Count Rosebel is my benefactor.’

Not an unpleasant benefactor like the Sword Saint who gives medicine but also brings illness. What I received from him was only medicine. Knowledge about swords, ways to survive, camaraderie, and countless other advice that couldn’t be given without affection…

Dozens and hundreds of people survived mortal crises thanks to the sword Count Rosebel wielded with his life on the line. He wasn’t just my benefactor. He was a war hero and humanity’s benefactor.

So I didn’t want to deliberately cause trouble that would put Count Rosebel in a difficult position.

Because the hero Count Rosebel has a duty to be happy.

“It’s just that I don’t need those things.”

“That’s nonsense. You can’t not need them.”

“Is that so? But I don’t need them. Besides, I heard that Count Rosebel is like a master to my sibling. If I repay that debt in some way, my heart will feel more at ease too. I’m not in a leisurely enough position to worry about inheritance. Consider it my way of expressing gratitude for taking care of my sibling.”

Count Rosebel took a deep breath, puffing out his chest, then suddenly bowed at the waist in greeting.

“I’m truly grateful, Weatherwax Baroness.”

“Please don’t do that.”

“No, this is proper thanks. And debt? Absolutely not, that’s preposterous. If there’s a debt, we owe it to Count Andert. Even a grace we could never repay in our lifetime…”

Trailing off, he removed a ring from his right finger and handed it to me.

“Take this.”

“What is this?”

“It’s the wedding ring my father left behind.”

My shoulders stiffened with a start.

“A wedding ring? Why would you give me such a thing…”

Count Rosebel placed his right hand over his heart and spoke solemnly.

“I swear upon this ring. I, Gott Rosebel, as a close friend of Daisy Weatherwax, will risk my life to help you without expecting any compensation when you need me.”

“Count.”

“I’d like to engrave the oath with magic if I could. But since the Baroness’s body isn’t well, leaving a token like this will put my mind at ease.”

“Hmm. …You got off cheap.”

When I put the received ring in my pocket, Count Rosebel burst into hearty laughter with a much brighter face.

“Haha! The Baroness is right. I seem to have used up all my late-life luck here. The future looks quite frightening!”

That’s when it happened.

“What’s got you so excited? It’s been several years since I’ve seen Count Rosebel laugh so refreshingly.”

Two men wearing raincoats identical to Count Rosebel’s approached from inside the garden. They were Duke Kalpenweber and Count Raghwirten. Perhaps because they’d all aged considerably, they seemed more interested in gossip compared to their prime.

“Something happened. It’s a secret between the Baroness and me, so there’s no point in prying. Ah, Baroness. Come to think of it, didn’t you say you were looking for a husband?”

That damn husband hunting. Why are people so interested in others’ marriage affairs? Is it because it’s someone else’s business?

“Yes. But it’s roughly resolved…”

“There’s quite a good match here. Count Raghwirten…”

“I refuse.”

“…’s younger brother is quite a clever and handsome man. Ah, have you already chosen someone?”

Even without a candidate, I dislike Count Raghwirten. I’ve never met Count Raghwirten’s brother, but I dislike him just the same.

Count Raghwirten, whom I dislike, glared at me with deeply displeased eyes.

“The feeling is mutual. My brother already has a lover.”

“What? That’s unfortunate. Spirited talent like Weatherwax Baroness is rare to find. Count’s brother has really bad luck. Will he receive all his luck in his later years like me?”

“What nonsense are you suddenly spouting about my brother, Count Rosebel?”

Whether Count Raghwirten grumbled or not, Count Rosebel, who paid no attention whatsoever, asked me again.

“Then what kind of ideal type does Weatherwax Baroness desire? Do you value appearance? Or family background and character?”

I answered while thinking of Lu.

“At least it doesn’t seem to be his character.”

“Huh, how unexpected? So there’s someone here who’s asking for trouble.”

Duke Kalpenweber, who had been quietly observing, casually threw in a remark.

“But why is the Count questioning the Baroness’s marriage prospects? The Weatherwax Baroness already seems to be getting along well with His Grace Duke Raphael.”

“….”

“….”

“Hmm? Am I wrong? The second daughter Tara said so. From what she could see, the Weatherwax Baroness’s preference is clearly Count Sereniye, but since he’s quite old and has already been married once, she would likely choose His Grace Duke Raphael instead. She said it was amusing.”

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