The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 207

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Part 2, Chapter 5

 

It’s extremely rare for Lu, who’s always relaxed, to genuinely show displeasure. Wondering what on earth could be wrong, I snatched the letter and read it.

 

The source of the problem could be identified just by skimming a single line from the first paragraph.

 

【…His Majesty the King was delighted to see you after such a very long time. His Majesty always regards you as a father, after all.】

 

‘Aha.’

 

Whoever it is really has no fear.

 

“Lu, there’s even a bold hero impersonating you. Who is it? Could it be the Remnants of Mephistopheles?”

 

“It’s not simple impersonation. It’s a kind of warning sent to me. After stuffing his face with age until his belly burst, he’s finally lost his mind.”

 

Stuffed with age and lost his mind… Is he talking about Lu himself?

 

Lu seemed to have someone in mind, and this story appeared to be about circumstances related to Lu that I didn’t know about.

 

He had lived nearly six times longer than me, so his unknown past would be long and complicated.

 

After much deliberation, Lu said this:

 

“Do you need my protection, Daisy?”

 

“No.”

 

“What if the opponent is a demigod at a similar level to me?”

 

A demigod at a similar level to Lu.

 

It was a question that completely dispelled my fatigue. I know only two demigods in total. One is Lu, the Caliphate of the Northern Continent, and the other is…

 

“Don’t tell me it’s Spolia of the Western Continent?”

 

“Similar.”

 

“It’s either no or yes. What do you mean similar? Are you saying it’s someone on Spolia’s level?”

 

“Because Spolia, you, and I aren’t the only ones who’ve achieved unity of mind and body, Daisy.”

 

“Is another demigod targeting us?”

 

“More precisely, it’s likely me. The purpose is still unclear. But if they investigate my recent activities, they can’t help but learn about you.”

 

After imagining several worst-case scenarios, I confessed my honest feelings.

 

“I’m not confident I can kill them. But I’m confident I won’t die… Go ahead, Lu. I’ll wait here.”

 

In this dusty house, that is.

 

Lu, who had been silently fluttering the letter for a while, stretched out both arms and pulled me into an embrace.

 

“I like you cute and strong. My dark-skinned Daisy.”

 

“Stop saying embarrassing things and just go.”

 

Lu chuckled softly and bit down hard on my nape.

 

“Ah! That hurts!”

 

People of the world! The Caliphate bites people!

 

Lu hugged me even tighter as I shuddered. It wasn’t an exaggeration—if an ordinary woman had been embraced like this, her arms or ribs would definitely have been fractured.

 

“Actually, I’d like to take you with me. But lately you’ve been half-crazy over that bird. If it dies, our Daisy will obviously wither for a while, so I can’t leave it behind.”

 

“You should get attached to Lu too. It’s the descendant of that cute hawk Ash that Dian raised. It’s not some stranger’s bird.”

 

“It’s hard for Lus to get along. I think I said something similar before?”

 

“Did you? That’s such a logical argument that I have nothing to refute it with.”

 

“I’ll meet the King of Banahal before leaving. I’ll send the Maebaltop Clan here as quickly as possible.”

 

“…When will you come back?”

 

“Twenty days at most.”

 

Lu, who had separated from me, put on the fluffy coat that had been hanging on the coat rack.

 

His presence standing before the front door was vivid. His golden eyes melting into the shadows warned me with a light full of regret.

 

“Don’t let your guard down while I’m gone.”

 

Click.

 

The door closed.

 

In the suddenly quiet interior, I stared at the doorway Lu had left through, then trudged back to the bedroom.

 

‘I’ve suddenly become alone.’

 

Coo-roo-roo, coo-roo-roo.

 

“…Right, Lu. With your snoring sounds accompanying me, I can’t really say I’m alone.”

 

Maybe I should change Lu’s (the hawk’s) name after all. I had given it that name meaning it should become a fine male gray hawk.

 

Honestly, it was tiring to call them separately, and in some ways it felt insincere.

 

What name would be good?

 

That night felt particularly long.

 

* * *

 

Day 1 of my unexpected cohabitation with Lu (the hawk).

 

I left the house and wandered around the area for a long time to see what kind of neighborhood this was.

 

As I felt yesterday, it’s a neighborhood with a strange stench.

 

Moreover, the clothing of those passing by was unusually thin and shabby, inappropriate for the winter season. Except for a few, the shops were all street stalls, and in the case of fruit, they were all in a state of decay with flies swarming around them.

 

But strangely, the atmosphere of the neighborhood wasn’t gloomy at all.

 

Rather, this place was more vibrant than any downtown area where I had settled. The streets were packed with people moving somewhere, and those visible through windows were all busy concentrating on their work.

 

When I found a fish stall, I approached an old man sitting in a chair, dozing off, and asked:

 

“Eh. Where is this place…? A young lady I’ve never seen before… asking strange things… How are you living in a neighborhood… you don’t even know where it is?”

 

“I just followed a man here.”

 

“Eh, tsk… A young lady… met the wrong man. Let me see, let me see, see, see… This is south of Center Flat, the capital of the Banahel Kingdom… It’s just an ordinary neighborhood where people live.”

 

“I heard it’s a slum.”

 

“Hey! Watch your words, young lady… Don’t call poor people poor in front of them… And I’m warning you, don’t wear that nice-looking coat around. It’ll get stolen…”

 

Interested in the last warning, I spread out the advertising flyers I had brought just in case and asked:

 

【If you can’t beat them, join them! New generation thief group urgently seeking new members】

 

“The person who distributed this. Do you happen to know where I can meet them? It just says thieves but I can’t figure out their base.”

 

Since I’ll be staying in this neighborhood for a while, it wouldn’t be bad to clean up troublesome guys in advance.

 

“Let me see, see, let me see… Eh? No, young lady. Can’t you see they obviously look dangerous? No. As an adult… I can’t tell young people about dangerous things…”

 

Well, I suppose that’s reasonable too.

 

Since there were plenty of people around, I wandered around the market gathering information about the thief group.

 

“Where might these guys be?”

 

“I… I don’t know…”

 

Most of them got scared and ran away or turned their heads, so it took a little time, but.

 

“I want to join here.”

 

“Are you crazy?”

 

Indeed, if you take direct action, you get results that match it.

 

“Do you happen to know who distributed this flyer?”

 

“…Who distributed it? Are you talking about these thieves? Why are you asking?”

 

“Hey, what are you?”

 

Because a member of the thief group who had been watching me in the market came out to greet me directly.

 

I compared the crude drawing on the flyer with the appearance of the two young men standing before me in delinquent poses. With black handkerchiefs tied around their arms, they clearly looked like thieves from a group you’d join if you can’t beat them.

 

“Is this advertising flyer yours?”

 

“Just answer the question. What are you doing, woman…”

 

I closed my eyes.

 

As I focused on the flow of my body, the thief’s voice gradually grew distant.

 

Feeling the blood flow from my heart, I rolled the flyer into an elongated shape.

 

This is a sword.

 

This sword is the continent’s greatest masterpiece that could even cut off Mephistopheles’ head.

 

After recalling the sensation of wielding a sword.

 

Finally, I gathered all my energy at the tip of the paper and lightly slashed toward the front.

 

Swoosh-

 

Demon Sword Technique.

 

2nd Sword Art.

 

Advertising Flyer-style Demon Drying Method.

 

The opponent’s abundant hair evaporated without leaving a single strand. I approached the opponent who was touching his warm scalp with a dazed expression.

 

“Friend.”

 

“Yes…”

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