The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 192

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Chapter 192

‘Another scheme.’

Berdand, who swallowed a sigh, gathered the paper scraps that had become not just rags but powder, one by one.

Although Lord Caleph’s reaction was somewhat intense, it wasn’t a marriage decree that required much surprise. If we’re counting by frequency, this was already the third time.

It started when rumors spread that Princess Natasha was scheduled to be appointed as the Crown Prince’s regent.

—I hereby decree the marriage between the head of the Weatherwax family, Daisy Weatherwax, and the Princess, Natasha Pen Rota!

This marriage decree, which became such a big topic that it stirred the entire empire, erupted into an even bigger fire in just two days.

—I hereby decree the marriage between the head of the Weatherwax family, Daisy Weatherwax, and the head of Jenail, Raphael Jenail!

And this afternoon, two more days later.

The great fire evolved into an explosion.

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

All of this had happened in just five days.

At this point, rumors began circulating in society that ‘the Emperor has finally gone mad.’

However, according to information that arrived from the capital Ragal, this radical course of action was hard to see as the insane antics of Emperor Ashneike, who was on his last legs.

『The Emperor seems to want Princess Natasha to inherit the throne. However, since the Princess stubbornly refuses, various forms of persuasion or threats seem to be taking place, and the Weatherwax Baroness appears to be at the center of it all.』

Since Daisy Weatherwax Baroness was a subject of the empire, she could not refuse a marriage decree issued by the Emperor, her sovereign. This meant that he was using marriage decrees that could be issued to the Weatherwax Baroness to pressure Natasha.

‘The fact that he repeated this three times means it’s somewhat working? How ridiculous. To be swayed by marriage decree issues of someone who isn’t even a lover or family member.’

Or perhaps, as a life savior, she wanted to ensure no harm would come to her. It seems Princess Natasha isn’t as shameless as the Emperor.

“Berdand.”

At the quiet call, Berdand answered while holding paper powder in both hands.

“Yes.”

“Stop cleaning and go call Skuld and Urdr.”

Cold sweat ran down Berdand’s back.

So he’s finally going to take action!

In Rogues, Lord Caleph’s words were divine commands. Though he had never once disobeyed a divine command, this time he couldn’t help but offer passive resistance.

“Lord Caleph. Miss Daisy seems to have no intention of accepting any marriage decree… Just one more day… could you wait…?”

At that, Lord Caleph, who had looked up from his book, met Berdand’s eyes and smiled coldly.

“More?”

“…”

“How much more than five days?”

Lord Caleph closed the book he was holding and threw it into the pile of papers. Then, as if proving his twisted mood, he commanded with a bitter smile.

“Five days is enough waiting on our part. Prepare, Berdand. We go to Ragal tonight.”

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We looked down at the attendant who had collapsed while tightly clutching a letter bearing the Emperor’s seal.

The neighboring residents who had been surrounding the Weatherwax Estate and watching our situation clicked their tongues and turned away.

“Tsk tsk, I knew this would happen. Did those crazy Emperor’s attendants bother the Weatherwax Baroness?”

“Making a young person marry some old Berkley whatever? How terrible.”

Making an imperial attendant’s mouth behave is an extremely easy task.

One slap.

“Kugh!”

With one bright and cheerful friction, the imperial attendant became quiet.

Of course, making the attendant’s escort knights quiet took a little longer, but this too wasn’t a complicated matter.

Why?

Because I’m now a god of the southern continent.

“…Hah.”

The Head Maid, who let out a long sigh filled with complex emotions, asked me with an expression that had given up half, no, more than half of everything.

“My lady, as I mentioned before… an attendant delivering the Emperor’s seal is practically the Emperor’s representative. This kind of treatment might cause a backlash. Will you be alright?”

“Don’t worry. Natasha will take care of it.”

…Probably?

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The reinforcement who would fulfill my wish that wasn’t quite a wish appeared as if she had been waiting.

“I expected it, but you’ve already taken action.”

I looked up at the familiar voice.

Through the backlight, I could see a man of enormous stature leaning against the tightly closed iron gate.

Though it was the first time in years I’d seen him in comfortable clothing, there was no way I wouldn’t recognize an old friend who had rolled together on battlefields for a long time.

Raphael.

—It’s fine. I can take full responsibility for this much. Seeing them sprawled out actually feels refreshing.

…Raphael and a trash doll?

—Hello, Daisy.

I stared intently at the rag-shaped dummy held in, no, hanging from Raphael’s arms. The aura and voice emanating from this dummy were definitely…

“Natasha.”

—Correct, my Daisy. You recognized me at a glance. I have something important to discuss with you, so I came to visit. Could you spare some time?

The sight of the dummy waving both arms (what appeared to be arms) as if delighted was truly bizarre yet familiar.

“Yes, come in.”

Wondering what business could bring such a sudden visit, I led them into the estate.

The Assassin Butler prepared tea and refreshments in place of the Head Maid who had tactfully hidden away. Meanwhile, Raphael’s gaze as he observed me couldn’t have been sharper.

I proudly puffed out my chest so Raphael could examine me more easily.

“Look all you want.”

Since I’m now a god of the southern continent, I can generously allow human inquiry.

“…Hah.”

He made an expression of disbelief, then soon shook his head with mysterious eyes. Still, his face looked much lighter than before.

“How’s your body, Natasha?”

—I still can’t stand up, but basic daily activities have become possible. Thanks to you.

“What about the Emperor? Has he really gone mad?”

—I’m ashamed about that part. I’m sorry, Daisy. Today will be the last day my brother bothers you, so please understand generously.

“Sure, whatever.”

Because I’m a god of the southern continent.

During the fortnight I was asleep, Natasha, who had endured desperately without giving up, regained her sanity exactly five days ago.

Of course, Mephistopheles’ heart crystal didn’t ascend of its own will. Following Dian’s last words, I simply used his soul to destroy Mephistopheles’ soul.

The method is simple.

Using the magical tool that Lu had used on me in Kalerpa, extract Natasha’s and my souls. Then separate Dian’s heart crystal from my soul and make it resonate with Natasha’s soul.

That was all.

Thus, Dian’s heart crystal embraced Mephistopheles’ heart crystal that had permeated Natasha’s soul and they perished together. They completely disappeared from this world.

The moment Dian’s heart crystal disappeared and only my soul remained alone.

I was engulfed in a long emptiness.

It was a sense of futility too vivid to be considered mere sentiment, chilling to the bone.

‘…I see. Just as Dian said, we had been together all along.’

I was truly dismayed that I only realized this fact now.

“Miss Daisy, thanks to you, we were able to fulfill Lord Dian Ket’s great wish. As Kalerpa, I, Skuld, offer gratitude on behalf of Rogues. We owe you an unpayable debt, so please give us a chance to repay you someday.”

“Please don’t say such things. If you think about it, Skuld is practically my teacher. What debt could there be in a master-disciple relationship?”

“…Indeed, Miss Daisy seems to have an exceptional talent for making people not know where to put themselves. How embarrassing.”

According to an anecdote Skuld later shared, there was a good reason why Dian accepted Mephistopheles as his disciple despite my warning.

“Mephistopheles is a name he gave himself after being excommunicated. In Rogues, he was once called Mori Ket. All the children with nowhere to go that Lord Dian Ket personally took as disciples inherited the surname Ket…”

In the end, it meant that what was once done could not be changed. Could this be what they call fate? Cause and effect seemed too deep and intricate for me to fully comprehend.

—Being hastily made and stuffed into a small dummy makes movement quite awkward. Pick me up, Andert.

Due to Raphael not even glancing at Natasha, the dummy that had been crawling toward me with difficulty spread both arms wide. When I picked her up as she wished, a warm body temperature that felt human was transmitted.

—Mmm. Soft and squishy Daisy is nice too. The best.

Just before I was about to ask what exactly was “the best.”

Raphael’s hand shot out from the chair across and grabbed the dummy’s scruff.

—How impudent. Let go, Raphael!

He flung Natasha’s dummy into a corner of the reception room like treating a dirty bug. When the dummy struggled back and tried to get into my arms again, he placed her right next to his seat and threatened.

“Don’t move. Sit here and speak.”

—How jealous and envious you are, Raphael. Now that Andert has become Daisy, are you boiling with dark desires you never had before? Don’t harbor vain dreams. If I ever come to permit your union with Daisy, it would surely be to see Daisy’s second generation…

“Natasha. Shut your mouth.”

Obviously, a mere dummy has no mouth.

“So… what’s the reason you came all the way from the Imperial Palace to this distant Midwintry?”

The head that had been bickering with Raphael answered as if it had been waiting.

—I came to request the education of Crown Prince Igrit.

“I won’t do it.”

—Please refrain from hasty refusal. I came to ask my sister, Princess Inastasha Milliorg Pen Rota.

Ah.

‘…This is a bit troublesome.’

Did she know originally? Or…

—If only Inastasha is willing, I’d like to have a direct conversation…

That’s when it happened.

With urgent footsteps, a man wearing the uniform of the Jenail Knights burst in from the foyer. It was the knight who had been clearing away the attendant sprawled in front of the entrance on Raphael’s orders.

“T-terrible news! An urgent report has arrived that the Imperial Palace has been occupied by a monster!”

What?

—A monster?

Raphael, who didn’t lose his composure even in this urgent situation, grabbed his coat that he had set aside and asked again.

“What are the details?”

Raphael glanced at me and commanded the knight who couldn’t easily speak up.

“It’s fine, so explain.”

“Yes! According to what we received, the monster has blue hair and… called itself the Northern Deity…”

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