The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 202

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Chapter 7

“Huh? Yes! I’m, I’m sorry, Your Majesty! I was always busy dozing off during history and social studies classes!”

Natasha began rattling off various explanations about the demigods of the Northern and Western Continents.

Of course, I didn’t listen to her liberal arts lesson even halfheartedly. Rather than stories of another world that I’d have no connection with for life, the knights right in front of me who were busy trying not to laugh over cigarette bets were more eye-catching.

“…And the Contaninos Republic has left and right consuls who serve as heads of state. They’re elected every 7 years, but for the past 100 years, the position of right consul hasn’t changed.”

“Then that right consul person is…”

“Spolia, the demigod of the Western Continent. Haha, to think there’s a knight who doesn’t know the demigods of the Northern and Western Continents. They’re famously mortal enemies. Your knowledge level is similar to Andert’s, isn’t it?”

“Heh.”

Don’t laugh, you bastard. That’s not a compliment. It means I’m ignorant.

“Moreover, Spolia is also a half-sibling of my great-great-grandmother’s great-great-grandmother. Hmm, I have memories of meeting them at a peace ceremony when I was young.”

Perhaps interested where there had been none before, Raphael, who had been quietly watching the cigarette bet with me, suddenly asked.

“What kind of person were they?”

“Well. If you ask what they were like, the most appropriate answer would be…”

Natasha, who had rested her chin on her hand with a serious face, answered in a dry voice that had lost even its faint smile.

“Psycho?”

A demigod and a psycho.

‘Still, isn’t that an irreverent expression for an ancestor and deity?’

Well, since they’re not here anyway, what does it matter? If Natasha, who supposedly learned palace etiquette thoroughly from birth, chose such a crude expression, I could tell what kind of personality they had.

“Well, no matter how much of a demigod they are, it would be hard to live long with a sound mind.”

Deshero’s assessment wasn’t wrong either.

“What do they actually look like? I mean… if someone’s a demigod, they should be somewhat different, right?”

The young knight’s eyes sparkled with innocent curiosity. Natasha narrowed her brow and made that secretive expression of hers, then suddenly raised her hand to call someone.

“Northern Continent Mage! This young man here is curious about what kind of being a demigod is. Have you ever met Northlogue’s demigod?”

At this rate, even the Emperor will gather here.

The Northern Continent support army’s commander stepped boldly through the foreigners, his long silver hair flowing. Even after experiencing Laghwirten’s rude outburst, there was no sense of awkwardness or wariness in his attitude. He was no ordinary bold person.

“Unfortunately, ordinary disciples don’t have the qualifications to face that person.”

The Northern Continent commander’s eyes as he answered weren’t directed at Natasha, but precisely at me.

What was that subtly proud look, like reuniting with a big nephew who had grown up strong and alone after losing his parents after 10 years?

“…But I have seen them from afar. That person is very…”

“Very?”

The Northern Continent commander properly met the expectant gazes focused on him.

“Persistent.”

“Persistent?”

Persistent. As strange a description as that strange gaze.

“Well, to reach the level of a demigod, a person would have to be somewhat persistent.”

Behind Deshero’s agreement, Natasha exclaimed.

“Oho, as expected! Spolia of the Western Continent was also no ordinary persistent old man…”

“Their appearance isn’t that of an old man though.”

“Right, their personality couldn’t be called that of an old man either. Of course, they had an atmosphere of being well-versed in worldly affairs, but somewhat more than expected…”

“Cheeky and frivolous.”

Natasha and the Northern Continent commander. If it wasn’t my imagination, they seemed strangely well-matched.

“Yes, and yet they’re truly persistent in their persistence, sometimes showing incomprehensible obsessions.”

“Correct. It’s fortunate if the target is a living being, but if it’s an object, it can often be troublesome. Especially in the case of legendary treasures that have disappeared from this world, there were times when their whereabouts were mysterious for decades while searching for such treasures.”

Those two are really excited.

Didn’t one say they only saw them briefly from afar, and the other only met them at a peace ceremony as a child?

But how do they know so much? I couldn’t understand it at all.

“They dislike standing out, yet sometimes seem like the most childish attention-seeker in the world, don’t they?”

“Yes, and yet when you actually give them attention, they show a deflated reaction.”

“Generally selfish with very peculiar tastes.”

“Having experienced all sorts of hardships for over a century and experiencing the bottom of the bottom, they do prefer extreme aspects in various ways.”

“So extreme that you never know where they’ll jump next. I sometimes wonder if Spolia of the Western Continent has infiltrated our Allied Forces.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

Just when it had gotten quiet, Natasha suddenly widened her eyes and muttered in an unbelieving voice.

“…Don’t tell me the Northern Continent’s demigod?”

The Northern Continent commander waved his hands frantically with a troubled face.

“No, no. I was just surprised because it was such a plausible speculation. Really, quite a plausible… speculation.”

“Is that so? Hmm. But I think the actual probability of infiltration is very low. Even if they did infiltrate, they would have returned without lasting a year. War would feel like a tedious and boring affair to them.”

“They might actually find great interest in it. Don’t various human types exist on the battlefield? For demigods who stay in sanctuaries or the Imperium for decades, it might be entertainment worth enjoying.”

“Your words are also right. They might be helping us without us knowing. Ahaha, Spolia of the Western Continent is a troublesome old man in many ways… If someone caught their interest, we should offer condolences. Since they have similar tastes to mine, we might have encountered them once.”

As the knights felt left out by the conversation only the two understood and left one by one (even Raphael and Deshero), the surroundings quickly became quiet.

The Northern Continent commander, standing alone in the quiet darkness, spoke with a face full of mixed emotions.

“Catching a demigod’s eye is… truly a joyful thing as a disciple.”

“Is that so for the Northern Continent? The Western Continent wouldn’t be. Definitely not.”

A second awkward silence descended. Meaningful glances were exchanged, and though I couldn’t know the exact meaning, it was an atmosphere where they deeply empathized with each other.

After confirming that their endless conversation had entered a brief lull, I carefully opened my mouth.

“Hey.”

Then, I voiced a sincere question I had gained through their meaningful conversation.

“Are demigods perhaps just aged brats?”

Both Spolia of the Western Continent and whatever the Northern Continent’s leader was, from the descriptions alone, they seemed like extraordinary troublemakers. Wasn’t it a great danger to humanity that such beings possessed power comparable to gods? It was a description that completely shattered any illusions I might have had.

But why was it?

Even though it was a fairly serious question, Natasha’s gaze as she stared at me was truly strange.

“…Oh my.”

The face I met after a short sigh was, how should I put it, like someone who had belatedly discovered a shadow under a lamp.

“Andert.”

“What?”

“If someone with a bad personality follows you around, or suddenly shows strange obsession… whether the other party is male, female, child, adult, king, noble lady, insect, or rotten potato sprout! You must report it to me. You absolutely must.”

“What?”

What kind of bizarre talk is this now? Don’t tell me she thinks a Western Continent demigod is attached to me?

Unfortunately, there are already unnecessarily many people interfering with me, both 8 years ago and now. Starting with you, Natasha.

And those Berkleygraytown Knights who got beaten up today too. Living a day-to-day life entangled with similar bastards, what do I care about some demigod?

While unintentionally recalling the faces of meddlers, the Northern Continent commander shook his head with an indifferent look.

“Since it can’t be helped, please accept it.”

Accept what exactly?

We remained silent for a while, each lost in our own thoughts.

It was an unsatisfying and strange winter night that left only an unpleasant aftertaste.

Side Story 1 – Secret Messenger End.

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