The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 204

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Part 2, Chapter 2

Murder.

How strange. I never intimidated or threatened this man. I never stole or took his property, never threatened his livelihood or sold his family to human traffickers.

Dwight is trying to kill me simply because I am the gardener, maid, and head maid of this manor.

Where exactly did things go wrong?

This man’s brain? His eyes? Or perhaps the social system?

If society is the problem, then unfortunately, I don’t have the opportunity to set it right. That leaves only fixing Dwight’s brain or eyes.

However, I endured.

Because patience is a virtue of a head maid.

Moreover, a head maid has duties as a head maid.

This manor has never had a single visitor until now. Therefore, I had duties as the gardener, maid, head maid, and butler welcoming the first visitor—to report up the organizational hierarchy within the manor and obtain permission.

“…What’s with that expression? It seems you have no intention of listening obediently. Hey, 4th Rank Mage, do you sense any mind control magic from this woman?”

“Whether someone is under mental magic or not can be told just by looking at their eyes. This lowborn is perfectly fine.”

“Is that so? Then she should at least receive punishment to make her listen properly.”

“Quite right, Lord Dwight.”

As the man grabbed my collar with a bitter smile, the wandering knight Lus cried out urgently.

“L-Lord Dwight! Even so, she’s just a frail woman! If you handle her roughly…”

“Shut up! Intentional interference during official duties carries a maximum penalty of death for such crimes.”

“But!”

“I’ll count to three. If you don’t guide us to your master during these three counts, this sword will pierce your heart. And you’ll be abandoned on this desolate plateau. Yes… in this land of death. Now, one.”

Looking into Sergeant Dwight’s blazing blue eyes, I suddenly fell into nostalgic memories of the past.

There was a similar incident before.

‘What was I like back then?’

Despite the head maid’s advice, I think I ignorantly swung my fists.

It was thoughtless action without consideration. Even thinking back on it now only made me laugh.

“Two.”

“Lord Dwight!”

But I am no longer who I was in those days.

This means I don’t use socially inept conversation methods just because this woman’s body feels awkward, nor do I swing my fists recklessly without thinking just because I’m frustrated.

I, Daisy, have now become a proper member of this society.

Therefore, I will resolve conflicts through dialogue, not violence.

“Three.”

Dwight raised his sword high with an excited expression.

“Too bad.”

Ah.

“Now you die…”

My right hand moved on its own!

“Gack!”

The neatly dressed head maid merely swept her right hand horizontally, yet the burly soldier flew like a half-eaten candy and crashed into the wall.

The area instantly became quiet. The 4th Rank Mage and wandering knight Lus stared blankly at the half-eaten candy before rushing to him.

“Lord Dwight!”

I scolded my right hand with stern eyes.

“Right hand. What on earth are you doing? We agreed to resolve this through dialogue, didn’t we?”

My right hand answered. It couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Even so, you must endure. Did you forget that patience is a virtue of a head maid?”

My right hand apologized with a dejected voice.

“Sigh… It can’t be helped.”

I also struck the cheeks of the 4th Rank Mage and wandering knight Lus, who were trying to help the fallen Dwight, with my right hand.

“Kyaa!”

“Huk.”

The two fell sprawled on top of Dwight.

Now what should I do?

Even if I sought advice, there’s no one here to answer. The gardener is me. The maid is me. The head maid is me. The butler is me too.

So I must resolve this incident myself.

“Heave.”

I lifted the three people, stacking them like a mountain. Instinctive groaning sounds came from the three. Violence is inherently heavy by nature.

“Well… shall I go report today’s incident to the master first?”

After reporting, I need to devise countermeasures for being branded as a dangerous individual by the Contaninos Republic.

Busy, so busy.

I quickly climbed the stairs, dumped the visitors in front of the master’s study, and knocked politely.

Knock knock.

No answer came.

I familiarly opened the door and entered the study. The room, bathed in the late afternoon sunset, was empty. Only the calm fragrance of the old manor wafted up.

I walked slowly, removing my apron and headband. Going around the desk to sit in the chair, the soft cushion embraced my bottom.

Comfortable.

Turning to look out the window, I could see the desolate gray land beyond the manor.

This place is the land of death.

An abandoned region where the borders of three nations meet—the Pen Rota Empire, Northern Continental Union, and Contaninos Republic.

The owner of this manor, standing alone in that place, is…

Screech-

“Sleep well, Ash?”

A gray hawk flew over, flapping its long wings, and perched on my arm.

Its sharp talons pressed against my skin gently, not threateningly. Its eyes, tilting its head to look up at me, sparkled like glass beads.

“There are people who came looking for you collapsed in front of the door. I wonder what they were trying to say.”

Ash lowered its head and stared intently at the first drawer of the desk. It didn’t care about visitors or anything—it wanted snacks.

“No. It’s not snack time yet.”

Screech-

“I said no.”

Stroking the head of the sulking Ash, I leaned back against the chair.

“Good, now that the master is here…”

Shall I carefully trace back where the problem started?

From the moment I set out on that journey.

* * *

I suspect the incident began years ago when I arrived at the long-awaited Aragald Mountain.

“Haah.”

With my head, ears, and nape wrapped tightly in cloth like swaddling a newborn, I crossed the snowfield and spotted a faint yellow light flickering beyond the swirling blizzard, letting out a long breath.

“I miss it. Warm potato gratin, fluffy beds, hot fire…”

How does a peaceful life truly ruin a person?

Here I am, having rolled through bloody battlefields for ten years, whimpering after merely wandering snowy mountains for a month.

But it was unavoidable complaining.

The great nature at the northernmost tip of the Northern Continental Union, Aragald Mountain, was a remote region covered in pristine white, high-density eternal snow that reached my knees with every step.

No matter how great a god of the Southern Continent I might be, being pelted by dust-like falling snow for a month straight inevitably had its effects.

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