The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 161

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Chapter 161

Caliphate’s support.

Though damn sudden, it sounds like quite a reliable backing has appeared. If this was Lu’s goodwill, I was quite inclined to be happy about it.

If only Berdand had chosen more appropriate expressions.

“Living will? I’m not dead, so what unlucky will are you talking about? Why are you making a living person into a dead one? He’s just sleeping like this, isn’t he?”

When I pointed at Lu as if to prove my point, Skuld calmly replied.

“Miss Daisy’s words are also correct. Lord Caleph chose to sleep voluntarily. It was a choice to suppress his divine power.”

Divine power.

Ah! Only then did I realize why Lu was lying here in Caliphate as if dead. It was because the power he used for me was so strong that it would break the balance.

“Magic that uses time is entirely within the domain of gods. So the moment you touch it, you inevitably cross completely into godhood. Never to return.”

The expression “never to return” sounded terribly grating to my ears.

“But Lu turned back the time in the sky and showed me the meteor shower that had fallen in the past.”

“That wasn’t turning back time, but closer to displaying memories. He overlaid Lord Caleph’s memories onto the sky above. Of course, even that level of vastness would be impossible for anyone other than Lord Caleph.”

“…Then Lu will eventually become a god?”

“Yes, slowly.”

I stared down at Lu in a daze.

His sleeping appearance looks awkward. He always took care of me when I slept, but he had never shown me his sleeping form like this before.

Lu will leave me to become a god?

‘Forever?’

What is this.

This is an even more hollow and meaningless ending than a novel.

“Are you sad?”

Urdr asked, sweeping his long silver hair back.

“In Loqwe, demigods are considered the supreme state. Only when body and soul, power and self achieve perfect balance do they finally become gods and depart for the universe. It should be a celebration, not something to be sad about. Rather, Lord Caleph remained in the mortal world for a long time even after achieving that state. Because of you.”

It sounds like consolation, but it only makes me feel more guilty. Berdand very slowly added his words.

“That’s right. Moreover, Lord Caleph seems to have seen potential in Miss Daisy. He’s not someone who would entrust others to us based on affection alone. He’s quite ruthless. Since it’s come to this, try your hardest. Who knows? When you become a god, you might meet again in the heavens…”

It was cheerful consolation, but Berdand’s voice didn’t properly register in my head.

The surroundings gradually became muffled as if submerged in water, and in the darkened world, only Lu with his eyes closed and I remained standing blankly.

Lu will now become a god and depart.

Then what should I do now?

‘…What to do, indeed. I’ve confirmed Natasha’s life and death, so I should find a way to destroy Mephistopheles’ heart that she swallowed.’

Though it seems pointless with Lu disappearing…

Within the mental trap, while I recognized the demon as an illusion, I accepted only Natasha’s existence as a perfect hallucination.

This meant that Natasha hadn’t completely assimilated with Mephistopheles’ heart. If she had completely assimilated, the trap would have been stable, and I would have believed that demon was real too.

‘If I hadn’t fallen for the mental trap.’

Even if I had, if I had cleverly realized Natasha was real… Lu wouldn’t have needed to use divine power.

Why am I so pathetic?

Would I have been driven into such a pathetic situation even as myself from 4 years ago? Back then, I knew I should never let my guard down anywhere, anytime, so mistakes and failures were rare.

I don’t know how I became so weak. Corrupted by peace? Did I become an idiot while relying on Lu?

‘…No, no. Stop it. This self-blame is just meaningless waste of time.’

I’ve experienced my own weakness countless times. Having experienced this much, I should act now instead of just digging holes in the ground.

Lu would want me to destroy Mephistopheles’ heart too.

“Skuld, until when can I maintain this appearance?”

“Probably as long as Lord Caleph remains in the mortal world. Whether that’s a month or half a year isn’t certain.”

So it was a time bomb that could explode at any moment. This healthy and powerful body that Lu gave me even while becoming a god, yet even this body won’t last long.

‘I mustn’t waste this time.’

Whether for Lu or for myself.

Indeed, the best plan that immediately comes to mind is gathering all of Dian Ket’s Heirlooms.

Fortunately, I now had Andert Pager’s appearance. In this state, approaching not only Weatherwax Baroness but also Natasha would be somewhat easier.

After roughly sketching out a plan in my head, I straightened my body that had been leaning against the coffin.

“Skuld, does magic that examines someone’s specific past also exist…”

However.

My first step was neatly blocked by a tall, dark man who suddenly intruded into my vision.

Under the hood pulled down to his crown, annoyingly bright green eyes glittered. As far as I knew, there was only one person who could make such an insufferable expression.

Andert.

That is, the real Andert, not the fake Andert, was standing before me.

“…What are you?”

“Andert Pager.”

He took a step closer with a tone suggesting I was asking something obvious, examined my appearance thoroughly, then clicked his tongue.

“Looking at it like this, we don’t look alike at all. Are your eyes attached to your butt?”

“Look at how you’re talking. I told you to call me sister, didn’t I?”

“How can I call that face sister?”

Come to think of it, was Andert’s face the last face I saw in that basement?

Thinking that this foolish brat had snuck into the underground where Mephistopheles’ heart was stored made my blood boil.

“You little…”

I grabbed the fearless Andert’s collar and shook him vigorously.

“You regained your memories but couldn’t come find me to report immediately! What were you thinking, crawling into the Imperial Palace alone? Don’t you value your life?”

Andert pushed away my hand with a smack and sneered with an annoying face.

“Ah, who was it that almost threw away that precious life and got help?”

“Don’t talk back.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I said don’t.”

“I said I don’t want to.”

“Whoa, whoa, calm down. Calm down.”

Berdand patted my shoulder and pushed me away from Andert.

“Hmm. It’s refreshing to see blood-related family in Caliphate after so long. But were siblings originally beings who couldn’t communicate with each other? I’m suddenly confused.”

Berdand muttered to himself blankly, then put his arm around my shoulder and whispered.

“Anyway, don’t scold him too much, Miss Daisy. Hmm. It feels strange calling you Miss Daisy to this manly handsome face. Your sibling didn’t explore the Imperial Palace out of simple curiosity. He was extremely worried about you. The reason he returned to Caliphate to learn swordsmanship from Urdr was also because of that. He was receiving Loqwe’s arrangements, so don’t worry.”

Andert glared at Berdand and snapped.

“Shut up.”

“…Sword?”

Those two had crossed swords before. When we first came to Caliphate.

“He lacks manners but has quite outstanding talent. That’s why Urdr seems to like him too.”

“Stop chattering and shut your mouth, Berdand.”

“Or maybe they get along because they have similar personalities?”

Surprisingly, after regaining his memories, Andert had been receiving teachings from the three Caliphates, including Urdr.

He had obtained several pieces of information closely connected between the Berkleighton Family and the Imperial Palace, and using his own head, discovered the location of the underground Biological Experiment Lab within the Imperial Palace.

That’s impossible. This idiot couldn’t be that smart.

“…All three of you said you would help me, right?”

Three pairs of eyes turn toward me.

“I have a request. I want to gather the last of Dian Ket’s Heirlooms, and I need a certain magical tool.”

Berdand, who had been quietly looking into my eyes, burst into hearty laughter.

“Haha! Quick action, I like it! I like you, our Miss Daisy. For magical tools, our Skuld is the expert. Let’s go somewhere warm first and talk over a cup of tea.”

The meeting of five people, including Andert, only ended after 3 hours had passed.

Skuld asked if I would return to Weatherwax, but instead of going back to the estate, I headed to the altar where Lu was sleeping.

And for a long while, I stared at Lu’s face, touched his cheek, brushed his fingers, then crammed my body into the old wooden chair placed beside him and tried to sleep.

Becoming a god and departing to the heavens.

In other continents, they call it ascension, don’t they?

‘If only his body is sleeping while his consciousness is clear… I’d like to have more conversations.’

There are many unfinished stories and many stories I want to tell. I hope we can meet even in dreams.

Whether that earnest wish came true, I don’t know.

That dawn. I met Lu in my dream.

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