The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 167

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Chapter 167

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After hearing the story of that day, Skuld personally opened the back of the altar and handed me Dian Ket’s diary and seal.

“Did the researcher from Berkleygraytown really say that ‘the ego resides in the heart’?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm. Interesting.”

When I nodded, Urdr showed deep interest.

For my sake, being ignorant of foreign languages, he was crouched on a wooden chair translating the diary’s contents into Imperial language. The handwriting I glimpsed was terrible penmanship similar to my own level.

“It’s quite a plausible hypothesis. The ego would have different effects on each experiment. While experiments using Mephistopheles’ heart repeatedly failed but eventually created demons, experiments using Lord Dian Ket’s heart couldn’t even create chimeras.”

“Dian Ket’s heart and Mephistopheles’ heart do seem different.”

“How so?”

“Unlike Mephistopheles’ heart that tries to bewitch surroundings and dominate its host, Dian Ket’s heart doesn’t try to possess me. Rather, it seeped between my broken soul fragments and granted me a chance to extend my life, didn’t it?”

Berdand, who was crouched next to Urdr copying the Imperial translation onto paper, spoke.

“Then perhaps Dian Ket’s wish truly lies in keeping you alive.”

“Is it because he was a healer?”

“Well? Following your logic, shouldn’t he have stopped at not threatening Daisy rather than saving her? Just as he did in the Weatherwax Baroness’s experiments.”

It wasn’t wrong.

“The legacy’s magic activation phrase too, and the nameplate said to be on the cage too. They all point to you, don’t they? Think simply, Miss Daisy.”

Berdand put down his pen and looked into my eyes, speaking with a tone of conviction.

“There’s a very high possibility that Lord Dian Ket’s legacy was prepared for you.”

“…”

“What kind of connection it is will be revealed when you use the legacy. Tell me when you find out. I’m curious…”

“Stop chattering and properly copy the translated Imperial text. If all you know is Northern Continent language, at least be diligent, you useless fellow.”

Throughout that dawn, I sat beside sleeping Lu reading Dian Ket’s diary that Urdr and Berdand had translated. Though Lu had mentioned the general contents, I wanted to see with my own eyes what was contained within.

After exploring the diary for about two hours like that.

The morning sun rose.

“Mmmmm!”

After stretching long and bringing Dian Ket’s egg from Weatherwax Manor (the Head Maid said it was her first time letting it out of the bedroom and fretted about not breaking it), the three Caliphs who had gathered in front of the altar approached me.

“Miss Daisy, are you planning to use the legacy today?”

“Should I come with you? Honestly, I’m dying of curiosity about what will happen when the legacy is activated.”

“Where are you saying you’ll go? You stay by Lord Caleph’s side. If anyone goes, I’ll go.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. You stay and guard.”

“You guard.”

Until just a few days ago… I thought all Caliphs were mature and rational like Skuld.

‘Whether Loqwe or not, everywhere people live is the same.’

I could roughly imagine how Lu had been getting along with these three Caliphs. I thought it was quite an amusing imagination.

“For now, I’m thinking of checking what kind of reaction there is when all five are gathered.”

“Being cautious can’t be bad. However, be careful with the activation phrase. If you carelessly speak it aloud, the legacy might activate.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Before moving to Berkleygrayten Castle, I looked back at the altar where Lu slept.

‘…Lu.’

After hearing in the dream that only three meetings remained from the power he left behind.

I deliberately didn’t fall asleep.

I was afraid that when all three meetings ended, his power would leave me and Lu would disappear forever. Even knowing I couldn’t keep avoiding it.

I used the key to move directly to Berkleygrayten Castle, specifically to the Weatherwax Baroness’s bedroom.

And I began moving Dian Ket’s legacy items one by one onto the empty bed. The egg, cage, diary, seal. Finally…

‘Is that the hand mirror?’

An old silver mirror sitting alone on the table.

Still, it wasn’t as old as the cage. Just a bit aged, but the exterior was clean.

Finally, all five were gathered.

Under the premise that the legend of Dian Ket was true, all that remained was using it.

‘…That’s definitely the biggest challenge.’

Use it on Natasha to stop Mephistopheles’ heart.

Or fix my soul.

For Lu… I couldn’t think of another way to use it. In the end, the remaining choices were just those two.

‘Maybe I should seek a bit more advice from the Caliphs.’

The moment I was about to move the silver mirror, the last of Dian Ket’s legacy, next to the other four items.

Thud!

Feeling a strong force strike the back of my neck and a sour scent seeping into my respiratory system…

I fainted.

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And after wandering through a dreamlike hazy abyss, I immediately woke up.

“Gasp!”

What, what is this?

I think I just fainted?

First, I need to secure safety. I tried to roll my body and retreat toward the wall. However, contrary to my intention, my limbs didn’t budge at all.

Beyond my clearing vision, I saw figures blurry like fog. There wasn’t just one presence. One, two… at least four or more.

“As expected, Count Andert. This much only makes you faint for about 30 seconds at most. It takes more drugs than even a bear.”

“…Deshero?”

The moment I heard a familiar voice close by, my heart dropped to the floor.

As soon as I gathered Dian Ket’s legacy in one place, my limbs were bound while kneeling.

Plus testimony that they failed to make me faint.

‘Could it be that the Weatherwax Baroness and Raphael betrayed me?’

Around then, my vision completely recovered and I began to see the figures positioned before me. As soon as I confirmed their faces one by one, I was speechless.

Raphael, Deshero, Count Rosebel.

Fine, up to here I could accept. When I thought they had betrayed me, it wasn’t a strange combination to suspect.

But why were Jin and Andert mixed in there?

“What is this…”

“What is this, you ask? That’s what we should be asking.”

It was Raphael who pressed me as if spitting out the words.

He glared at me with an expression that wouldn’t be satisfied even if he threw punches, then swept his gaze over the artifacts in the bedroom.

“That you already gathered four… yes, that means you were that desperate. Moreover, it means there’s no other possibility besides gathering all of Dian Ket’s legacy.”

I wondered what he was talking about, but Raphael’s cold gaze turned toward me again.

“But such a precious opportunity… you plan to use it not for yourself, but to improve Natasha’s condition?”

Huh?

While I blinked blankly, Count Rosebel, who had been standing silently next to Raphael, approached me with a dark expression.

“I heard the whole story from Duke Jilhark, Count Andert. Including that you seemed likely to use the legacy you painstakingly gathered for something else.”

“They say habits from age three last until eighty. Tsk tsk. It’s good that Count Andert didn’t die and is alive. But this kind of thing was happening while we didn’t know.”

Duke Kalpenweber clicked his tongue with a bitter face and patted my shoulder.

“Listen here. Do you know what they said when I told my daughters you seemed destined to die? Tara said we shouldn’t have trusted that Count Sereniye after all. He stole your heart with fox-like charm, but in the end he was just a playboy, and Weatherwax Baroness, who gave body and soul, couldn’t bear the sadness…”

“St-stop!”

In the midst of experiencing terrible confusion that made my head spin, the face of one person not present here came to mind.

The Weatherwax Baroness.

‘They heard from the Weatherwax Baroness and all gathered here in just one day?’

This is all because of the Weatherwax Baroness.

I shouted with anger.

“Call the Weatherwax Baroness!”

“Shut up.”

This time it was Andert.

He shouted at me with a face just as twisted with anger as Raphael’s.

“Thanks to removing that damn blue-haired nail or whatever it was, I’ve finally recovered my proper memories… What? Who gave you permission to die? Has this bastard gone insane? Just because you’re around thirty, you think life is easy?”

“I never said I was going to die…”

“Shut up!”

Hey, I haven’t made any decisions yet, you know?

Deshero patted my opposite shoulder with sympathetic eyes.

“It can’t be helped, Miss Daisy. Think back on your actions so far. You should have lived more selfishly and appropriately for yourself. Who told you to act like such a pushover without any limits?”

“So I’m…”

“Sigh. And Duke Raphael, how did your identity get exposed? Just in case you’re wondering, I absolutely never revealed the Knight’s identity…”

That’s enough.

I’m tired.

“Ahem. Count, it’s my turn next.”

What now? I lifted my head wearily to see Jin looking at me with a notebook in hand.

“Hoping that you won’t give up on your dream of extending your life, I’ve collected notes from the people of Weatherwax. First is a note from Lord Malicops. Listen here, Count. You don’t have much time left to live? Is that true? Hmm…”

Jin recited the employees’ notes without batting an eye.

Every single one.

All of them.

“Lastly, here’s a letter left by the Head Maid of the Weatherwax Family…”

“What about Natasha?”

At my first question in a while, the room fell silent. It was Andert, not Jin, who answered.

“What about that woman?”

“If I live, what happens to Natasha?”

“If you live, that woman will live too.”

When I looked at him as if asking what the hell that meant, Andert flew into his fourth rage.

“Can’t you understand? I’ll save my stupid sister and that damn princess too. Both my sister and that woman—I’ll save them both!”

Raphael, whose expression had moved beyond anger to disgust, added to Andert’s words.

“You—don’t tell me you thought we’d just let Natasha die?”

“Count Andert. Don’t try to shoulder everything alone. We’ve been rolling through battlefields together for a full ten years. We won’t give up on you or Princess Natasha.”

“Well, it’s about time we repaid that old debt anyway.”

They won’t give up.

‘They won’t give up on me, on Natasha…’

How strange.

It’s not like those words would solve everything, but oddly enough, I couldn’t give any response.

Andert, who had been glaring at me intensely, jerked his chin toward Jin.

“Hey, idiot. That old man. Mal, Mal… Mallanco old man? What was the magic activation phrase he told you?”

This was ridiculous. He even found out about that?

“It’s not Mallanco old man, you crazy dog Garrosh. It’s Grandfather Malicops.”

“So what was it?”

Jin stroked his chin with a troubled expression, then carefully parted his lips.

…No wait. Hold on.

“I think it was 【Don’t die, Ash】…”

“Wait! You can’t say it!”

Kiiiiing.

An intense wave unlike anything I’d ever felt swept through the room and evaporated. Instantly, everyone’s gaze focused on the source of the wave.

“Ah.”

Dian Ket’s first heirloom.

Blue light was emanating from the smooth surface of the giant egg. The egg slowly began to float into the air.

-Activation phrase detected.

Soon, the remaining four heirlooms also began to rise into the air, surrounded by blue light.

Jin looked back at me with a face that had turned pale in an instant.

“Count, I’m sorry…”

-Magic execution.

Dian Ket’s heirlooms had been activated.

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