The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 206

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Part 2, Chapter 4

 

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Creeak-

 

As I unlocked and opened the door, gray dust swirled out through the gap.

 

Despite it being broad daylight, the interior of the home barely let in sunlight, so I had to light a lamp. Creak, creak. With every step, noise rose from the floor.

 

The furniture was generally old but everything that should be there was present, with dishes for two in the kitchen cupboard and men’s clothing that seemed half-worn hanging in the wardrobe.

 

Though old, it was a space that felt like people had lived here.

 

Chirp-

 

I dusted off the table and placed Lu (baby hawk) on it, then turned to look at Lu (demigod).

 

“You’re not joking, right?”

 

Golden eyes that had been quietly following behind me as I searched around the home sparkled mischievously.

 

“Are you asking if it’s a joke that this home is my property?”

 

So it really wasn’t a joke.

 

‘What was that about warm water with plenty of pepper in white fish stew.’

 

Wealthy person, noble, royalty. It seems I’d been caught up in delusions above my station for a whole week.

 

Did even that great Kalerpa want to experience commoner life while in Banahel Kingdom?

 

Well, fine. In that case, for now…

 

“Let’s clean.”

 

Peep-

 

“Just take care of Lu’s (baby hawk) food.”

 

I took off my coat and rolled up my sleeves.

 

The beginning of a deep clean must always be humble. First, I removed the scabbard from my waist and drew my sword.

 

“Whoo.”

 

A slow deep breath. And concentration.

 

I imagine.

 

This place is an enemy camp where more than ten demons have gathered, and I must cut down these demons in one stroke and go rescue Lu who’s in danger.

 

‘I cut.’

 

With energy infused!

 

The form of the sword flying toward Lu in a single flowing line is called…

 

Demon Sword Technique.

 

First Sword Art.

 

Demon Drying Method.

 

Hisss.

 

Lu’s clothing that had been dampened by melted snow instantly became fluffy and dry.

 

Clap clap clap! Great applause poured out from within the pure white steam.

 

“Amazing skill as always. Seeing your household techniques improve day by day, the Head Maid would surely be deeply moved.”

 

After bowing my head at the generous praise, I began cleaning in earnest.

 

Though my mindset was light, once I actually started, I thought ‘This cleaning won’t be easy.’

 

It was different from Weatherwax Estate, which though spacious, had been consistently maintained.

 

This home was basically damn old.

 

And it seemed to have been neglected without human touch for at least 5 years. Seeing how other layers of dust existed even after sweeping, it might have been more than 10 years…

 

But who am I?

 

I am Weatherwax’s strongest maid.

 

But now I’m also Weatherwax Baroness, Bladief Baronage, and the creator of Demon Sword Technique who is also a god of the Southern Continent, Daisy. Sometimes called Ash too.

 

My greatest weapons were stamina, strength, and Lu.

 

Thanks to that, I could scrub off stubborn grime from old windows or cracks in the dining table floor with force.

 

Since there’s nothing more inefficient than finishing a deep clean overnight, I only cleaned the immediately visible parts to a decent level.

 

‘Tomorrow I’ll go a bit more detailed, starting from the top systematically… carefully clean the window frames and windows, and the wardrobe and dining chairs should be refinished with some oil.’

 

While making plans for three days of deep cleaning, the sun set.

 

This home had a total of 4 windows, three of which were right up against neighboring houses by about a finger’s width, and the only window that let sunlight seep in was on the west side of the bedroom.

 

Though it was just a thin beam barely covering my feet, the color of the setting sun was quite atmospheric. Watching the gradually thinning crimson line, I fell into brief contemplation.

 

‘Thinking about it again, I really came far from Queen’s Island.’

 

Banahel Kingdom below the Aragarld Mountains.

 

It had already been 3 months since I left on a journey to find the Maebaltop Clan.

 

Usually after two or three months, most hawks become adults.

 

However, my Lu (baby hawk) still had fluffy down feathers and was about the size of a palm, so anyone could see it looked like it had only hatched a few weeks ago.

 

‘There’s definitely something wrong with Lu.’

 

But how could I know what kind of problem it was?

 

I sought advice twice on the way here, but the first expert treated my words about Lu being born 3 months ago as lies.

 

The second expert babbled “Indeed, an Aragard gray hawk! A mysterious bird! But no matter how mysterious, this size is… hmm… I’ll research it, so how about selling it to me? I’ll give you a good price.” and got slapped by me.

 

‘I need to meet the Maebaltop Clan before Lu (baby hawk) gets sick or something.’

 

Just then, someone entered the home.

 

Going out to the kitchen connected to the foyer, I saw Lu, who had briefly gone outside, had returned and was unpacking ingredients on the dining table.

 

Suddenly a faint fishy smell hit my nose. The cause was fish on the wooden cutting board.

 

“Doesn’t it smell a bit?”

 

“It does, but it’s not spoiled.”

 

Lu skillfully scaled the fish and cleaned the head and innards.

 

I stuck close to his back as he started heating oil, sprinkling spices, and preparing vegetables, watching Lu’s excellent cooking skills.

 

When the fish stew was finally completed in a decent form, I couldn’t hide my anticipation and tried to just taste a tiny bit, but.

 

“Wait, Daisy.”

 

How long?

 

“At least 30 minutes. Go sit over there.”

 

I barely endured 30 minutes by playing with Lu (baby hawk).

 

After the long wait, the taste of the Kalerpa-style fish stew was truly amazing.

 

‘Delicious.’

 

Was it because I’d been hungry for so long? Only after finishing three bowls did I feel somewhat full.

 

I watched Lu slowly empty one tiny bowl while tearing at dry bread.

 

I think he used to barely eat 0.5 servings before, but today he ate a whole serving.

 

Suddenly I remembered Lu wearing a straw hat and digging up fresh potatoes. Also the image of him mercilessly throwing leftover ingredients from Weatherwax Estate into the trash.

 

“If you eat so well, why were you so picky at Weatherwax?”

 

Though I know this whole area is a slum, making it hard to get quality ingredients. But the Lu I knew was someone who would rather starve than use poor ingredients.

 

“Remember well, Daisy. It’s better to starve than use garbage ingredients.”

 

That sounds like him.

 

“Since we’ve achieved unity of mind and body, we can sustain life with just the earth’s energy without eating food. Of course there are limits, probably could last about 2 years. I don’t know about 3 years since I haven’t experienced it.”

 

What? 2 years? I can also last 2 years without eating?

 

‘That’s… but do I really need to?’

 

But what does being able to survive without eating have to do with being picky about food? I shook my head.

 

“That answer just made me more confused instead of understanding. Fine, I’ll just think it was one of your usual whims as always.”

 

I thought that would end the topic.

 

But Lu, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly spoke up.

 

“…The last image I remember of you was staying on Queen’s Island.”

 

I chewed the tough, almost hard piece of bread while listening to his words.

 

“Not you who left Queen’s Island and volunteered for the army, not you who people started following, not you who was praised as a hero. The you inside me was always under a tent drinking collected rainwater, swimming in the sea to find your sibling’s belongings. With a tired, gaunt face.”

 

“Ah. So you wanted to feed me good food when we met again because I seemed pitiful?”

 

“Perhaps. It was quite an emotional time.”

 

“Then what about now? Do I still look as pitiful as when I stayed on that island?”

 

Instead of answering, Lu flicked his finger toward the air.

 

A mirror flew from the bedroom and stopped in front of me. Through gaps in the accumulated dust, my bare face appeared – not only blackened but also bearing the toll of travel and cleaning.

 

‘I look like I could catch a bear.’

 

I silently finished my meal.

 

Lu, who had finished organizing the kitchen in his own way, came in with the mailbox and spilled its contents onto the floor. Most of it was advertising flyers.

 

“If you can’t beat them, join them… Hmm, wise words. Let’s see… Urgently seeking new unit members for the new generation thief guild… How refreshing. Is it a thief guild that only targets the upper class?”

 

“As if.”

 

Then is it thievery targeting the poor? Maybe I’ll visit them sometime when I have a chance.

 

While sorting through and discarding the trashy advertisements, Lu was holding a single letter and endlessly reviewing its contents.

 

Judging by the noticeably high-quality paper, it seemed to be a letter related to the issue Lu had been puzzled about (the Maebaltop Clan’s relocation).

 

“What does it say? They designated it as cultural heritage thinking they had Lu’s consent? They said he was a timid king, but he sure gets things done.”

 

Though I spoke jokingly, Lu’s expression was stiff.

 

“…It would have been better if that were the case. This has become much more troublesome than I thought.”

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