The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 191

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Chapter 191

How to raise an egg.

I rolled my eyes earnestly, thinking of the round, smooth oval-shaped egg… no, bird egg that was circling in my head.

‘Raising eggs, managing bird eggs, hawk breeding methods…’

I had never examined a book catalog so urgently and seriously as I did today.

However, even after gathering and checking all the books available in the Weatherwax Family – ‘Encyclopedia of Birds’, ‘Evolution of Livestock’, ‘The Mysterious Northern Continent Ecosystem’ – the information I wanted was hard to find.

In a way, it was natural.

What fool in the world would try to raise a hawk that only inhabits the Northern Continent in the middle of a Southern Continent city? And even from a newly born egg state at that!

Thinking about it made me anxious again. Is this how a mother feels when she leaves her precious child in a log cabin and wanders from village to village to make money?

I threw aside the open books and returned to the bedroom.

The center of the fluffy, thick bedding suitable for the season was bulging out. I approached the bed and carefully lifted the blanket to check the fragile existence nestled inside.

A hawk’s egg.

This egg was discovered in an egg.

…To add explanation to a sentence based purely on facts, the former ‘egg’ refers to this egg wrapped snugly in blankets, and the latter ‘egg’ refers to the eyeball that was one of Dian’s legacies.

I thought the purpose of the eyeball, which was no different from a siege weapon, was simply to protect the Weatherwax Family… but the actual object that the legacy was desperately protecting was this small life form sleeping inside the eyeball!

“Sigh. I’m worried, so worried.”

Worried about whether it will grow well.

The day I finished my long journey and returned to my original place.

As soon as I barely regained consciousness, I was lying peacefully in the bedroom of Weatherwax Manor. As soon as I regained the sense of reality I had forgotten for so long, the eyeball that was one of the five legacies Dian left behind cracked.

Inside the shell that had split in half were a pure white letter and a small egg, and the explanation written in the letter was very brief.

‘Do you remember Ash, the gray hawk with an injured wing?

This egg is a distant descendant of that Ash.

Gray hawks lay two eggs during breeding season, and I plan to raise the other egg into a magnificent adult bird and send it off to the North Deusus Mountains.

I’ll entrust this egg to you.

Since it’s an egg that died once during winter, even if a chick is born, it will be very weak. Please take good care of it.’

“…Sigh.”

Is this also one of those arrangements Dian left for me?

‘At least, I can clearly see that she was restless wanting to give me something more.’

But I’ve never raised even a baby mouse with my own hands. When I lifted the blanket again out of unnecessary worry, the Head Maid’s sharp rebuke came from behind my head.

“Stop lifting it, my lady. Even if it’s in an egg, it’s still a living creature. Do you think it would feel good to have you constantly lifting the covers while it’s sleeping and trying to grow?”

Is that so? It was convincing logic, so I obediently put the blanket back down.

Then, just as I was about to straighten my knees that had been crouched by the bedside and get up.

All the information rushing toward me, including sight and sound, became distorted and caused severe dizziness.

“…Ah.”

“My lady! Are you alright?”

The Head Maid who rushed over supported my staggering form. I waved my hand saying I was fine, but the Head Maid didn’t listen at all and lifted my body up to lay me on the bed.

It was an action that showed no consideration for the sleeping egg in the blanket.

“No! My egg!”

I could only lie down comfortably after confirming that the shell was intact.

“Please… treat the egg preciously…”

“I understand, so stop muttering and rest!”

What I learned later was that I had lost consciousness for a full two weeks right after Dian’s legacy activated.

As a result, the Head Maid developed health anxiety limited to her master.

The sight of her approaching me as I lay sprawled with a bored face, not even breaking a cold sweat, and nursing me by wiping my entire body with warm water and cloth was a bit touching.

‘There’s no need to worry that much.’

That was because this was nothing more than a kind of mild side effect.

I had completely overcome four walls.

As a result of that, my body and soul that had entered the divine realm were being reconstructed at a rapid pace day after day. And sometimes when I closed my eyes and concentrated… I would shudder at the unfamiliar sensations.

Knowing that this was still an awakening no different from a newborn chick, I was trying to be as careful as possible until my body and soul were completely adjusted.

Perhaps that’s why when power was released without warning like this, I felt pleased rather than uncomfortable. It was a moment when I could clearly ‘feel’ the I had surpassed.

Today was no different.

Thump, thump, thump.

I felt my heartbeat quicken and my closed sixth sense rapidly expand.

My grasp extended past the Pen Rota Empire, over the North Deusus Mountains to the Northern Continental Union. Among the faint energies embedded throughout the continent, one particularly clear energy caught my eye.

That power that even my sixth sense, freely roaming with spread wings, could not easily reach.

It was the power of Lord Caleph, Lu.

‘Hmm, as expected…’

Even though we’ve reached the same demigod, the difference is great.

No, rather, because we’ve reached the same, I can truly feel that difference.

It felt like I had finally reached the starting line where I could run the same path as Lu… but considering the long gap of time that exists between us, it wasn’t surprising.

Lu.

Thinking of that most beloved person’s face made my mouth taste bitter.

In truth, I haven’t been able to go find Lu.

More precisely, it was closer to not going to find him. It had been since I heard the news that Lu had awakened after regaining his human status for some reason.

If I hadn’t met him in the past, it would have been difficult to make such a decision.

My wish is one thing.

I want to become someone Lu can lean on.

But I still had countless unfinished matters. Natasha, the Royal Court, Weatherwax… After fulfilling all the duties and responsibilities given to me including these, I wanted to stand before Lu and say proudly.

That I am no longer fragile.

That as an equal existence to you, I can be with you forever.

Since my goal was to find Lu within a week, I had to do my best to finish the remaining tasks in the next two days.

“Ah, Head Maid. There’s actually something I’d like your help with…”

Just as the Head Maid, who had been diligently wiping around my neck, raised her head.

A resounding shout burst out from outside.

“Weatherwax Baroness, receive His Majesty the Emperor’s command immediately!”

At the same time, both our gazes turned toward the window.

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Berdand was in anguish.

The temperature of anguish is cold. The sky was hazy with the heavy snowfall that had covered the area for the first time in nearly 10 years, and the news that had just arrived across that sky was the source of that anguish, so it had to be bitterly cold.

He silently looked down at the torn letter envelope, then soon began to move his steps.

‘It feels like I’ve returned to my days living in the court.’

Twenty years ago, Berdand, born as the eldest son of the Nerisiqueen family in the Rahbelpesa Kingdom belonging to the Northern Continental Union, was appointed as the royal chamberlain following his father.

One of the main duties of a chamberlain is to understand the king’s mood and please him.

The king he served at that time was a renowned sage king in Rahbelpesa’s royal history and an outstanding strategist with exceptional talent, so Berdand enjoyed the greatest luxury available to a chamberlain before converting to the Rogues.

The time spent with the former king of Rahbelpesa provided impressive inspiration and enlightenment for him to overcome three walls and grow into a Kalerpa.

But if someone asked him, ‘If you could return to your youth, would you become the chamberlain of the former king of Rahbelpesa again?’, Berdand would answer without hesitation as follows:

‘Absolutely, absolutely not!’

According to what he realized over more than a decade, talent and character generally tend to be inversely proportional.

And geniuses who reached the extreme of their field, regardless of the area, often showed sensitive reactions in incomprehensible aspects.

The sage king of Rahbelpesa was a representative example, so while Berdand as chamberlain enjoyed physical luxury, he couldn’t enjoy even a bit of mental luxury.

His master and lord, Lord Caleph, is also like that.

Certainly, Lord Caleph’s talent as a warrior (though it felt awkward to express it that way, but anyway) is great enough to reach the demigod in his early twenties, but…

Creak.

‘Huh.’

Berdand, awakened from his anguish, hesitated and stepped back.

The door he had been silently staring at opened by itself. No, there’s no way a door would open by itself. Lord Caleph had personally cast magic to open the door for him.

“Should I wait longer?”

“…No.”

Lord Caleph, sitting on the altar, was clearly busy. He was so absorbed in examining musty old books and documents that he didn’t even turn his head this way, and this situation had been continuing for five straight days.

Berdand carefully moved his steps while reading his mood and spread the letter on the altar.

Then, the letter that had crumpled up on its own split in two and became moving paper dolls. The paper doll standing on the right spoke to the paper doll standing on the left.

―Baroness Weatherwax, obey His Majesty the Emperor’s command immediately!

Lord Caleph’s gaze turned toward the altar.

―Baroness Weatherwax, kneel down.

The paper doll standing on the left answered.

―I don’t want to.

If Berdand had been seventy years younger, it would have been a play he’d watch with interest and enjoyment. However, there was no way he could be interested in a paper puppet show he’d already watched three times in the past five days.

But Lord Caleph was different.

He focused on the trivial paper puppet show with an utterly serious expression, and occasionally let out deflated laughter.

Seeing that the atmosphere was good, today’s paper puppet show would end smoothly…

―I hereby decree the marriage between Daisy Weatherwax, head of the Weatherwax family, and Jigharke Berkleighton, head of Berkleighton!

Bang!

Lord Caleph slammed his fist down on the altar.

With his merciless violent action, the mere scraps of paper were crushed pathetically.

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