The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 210

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Part 2, Chapter 8

 

“This damn bastard sold the translator’s mainspring for gambling?”

 

Four times no less! How thoroughly did he strip and sell everything that the sphere inside is completely empty.

 

What supreme druid. No wonder they went extinct with this kind of guy as their chief.

 

Even the mainspring of the magical device called a vlog had been completely drained.

 

What to do now.

 

‘…Come to think of it, they said there was a mage engineer in that Black Handkerchief Thieves’ Guild.’

 

I immediately left the house and headed to the market.

 

But the stares directed at me were particularly piercing. The merchants were busy turning their heads away as soon as our eyes met, and passersby either went around in a wide circle to avoid bumping into me, or some even turned back the way they came.

 

Should I… explain myself?

 

‘I’m only planning to stay briefly and disappear anyway.’

 

I casually grabbed a passing pedestrian and asked.

 

“Where is the thieves’ guild’s base?”

 

The pedestrian who froze momentarily pointed east and said.

 

“Over there behind Trash Hill.”

 

Then he quickly ran away.

 

Until recently they kept their mouths shut to the end. There are definitely convenient aspects to this side too. As expected, no need to explain.

 

I walked in the direction the pedestrian had pointed.

 

‘Trash Hill… so that foul smell wafting through the neighborhood was because of that.’

 

The hill that rose up on the outskirts of the neighborhood was literally made of trash.

 

I could see several children going back and forth through the garbage piles barefoot, rummaging around.

 

A bitterly cold winter wind blows.

 

The faces of the boys and girls were so steeped in the cold they were beyond red and had turned black. Even in the midst of this, watching them compete with each other to find useful items and food, I swallowed a bitter sigh.

 

‘That’s not how you search for things.’

 

Valuable items aren’t just thrown outside. They’re stored in boxes or somewhere inside. Still amateurs.

 

As I crossed Trash Hill while recalling my childhood, a large building patched with rusty iron sheets and wood caught my eye.

 

But why was it?

 

The inside of the building was completely empty.

 

‘Did the guild members move away?’

 

For that to be the case, there’s a lot of luggage left behind. As if they had fled in the night.

 

I walked around the vicinity. Since it started to drizzle, I picked up some random trash nearby to cover my head.

 

After wandering around like that for a while.

 

“Hey, the bastards who lived there already took off, so stop loitering around and get lost.”

 

The owner of the voice was a young man who looked under twenty… no, a boy… well, a youth. His particularly pale skin felt out of place in this neighborhood.

 

‘They took off.’

 

There is a predictable cause for this.

 

“Don’t tell me, because of the Republic’s 1st-class mage?”

 

“You know well.”

 

The youth who turned around sharply headed toward the back of the shabby building. Following him, I could see a tent temporarily fixed next to a miscellaneous warehouse.

 

“Aren’t you running away?”

 

The youth who had placed a can under a leaking spot beneath the tent snorted loudly.

 

“Why would I run away? Those bastards have committed many sins so their feet are itchy and they’re fleeing. I’m upright.”

 

“Is this your home?”

 

“What. Is it so shabby that it’s funny?”

 

“It’s similar to where I lived as a child.”

 

The boy’s hands paused for a moment.

 

When I lowered my head, I could see inside the tent.

 

The safest spot was occupied by a wooden desk and shelf, where very complex-looking tools and books, various types of mainsprings were piled up.

 

And one sword.

 

The sword was the cleanest and best-maintained item among the boy’s possessions.

 

“You’re the mage engineer those guys were talking about.”

 

“….”

 

“Didn’t they say you were from the Imperial University of Contaninos Republic? You’re smaller than I thought….”

 

“Shut up. I’m not small!”

 

The youth who suddenly shouted glared at me with a reddened face.

 

“My family has been tall as beanpoles for generations! Damn it, I’ll be taller than you soon!”

 

“I never said you were small.”

 

“If you understand, then get lost! Didn’t you hear me say you’re in the way?”

 

His grumbling is just like Andert.

 

I wonder if that guy Andert is doing well. Well, since there’s no news, he must be getting along fine.

 

I held out the translator I had brought just in case in front of the youth.

 

“Could you possibly fix these things?”

 

The reaction was naturally to ignore me.

 

‘This is troublesome. I don’t want to leave this neighborhood until Lu returns.’

 

Since there was nothing else to do, I decided to sit down next to the tent and wait until he changed his mind.

 

And so the sun set.

 

“Sigh… my damn fate. I thought the trash had left, but now I’m stuck with some crazy woman. Aaah!”

 

I watched over the sleeping place of the young mage engineer who had spent all day angry and then fallen asleep, before returning home.

 

Day 5.

 

After taking care of Ash’s meal, I crossed Trash Hill again.

 

“Hello, boy.”

 

He glared at me with eyes that said I was disgusting, but unlike yesterday, he didn’t spend all day threatening me or giving me hints.

 

It seemed he had decided to completely ignore me. Judging by how he was absorbed in sword practice whether I was there or not, it was certain.

 

“Huff, huff.”

 

I silently watched the boy breathing heavily. The sight of him executing poor swordsmanship with quite serious eyes.

 

“That’s not how you do it.”

 

I muttered, but the boy easily ignored me.

 

After that, I continued to watch him.

 

The foolish sight of him grabbing his sword again as soon as he satisfied his hunger with bread from who knows where.

 

The stupid sight of him clutching his stomach.

 

Even his pathetically weak stamina that had him sprawled on the ground in just a few hours.

 

Unable to watch anymore, I spoke up.

 

“How long are you planning to rest? Get up and train your left arm. Don’t you see your sword keeps veering to the right?”

 

The boy who had been blankly looking up at the sky while soaked in sweat glared at me.

 

“Shut up. What do you know about swords?”

 

“The reason your left arm is weak is because you instinctively put more strength into your right arm. The reason you put strength into your right arm is because your right pelvis and shoulder are raised up.”

 

“You’re noisy.”

 

“From now on, before entering proper practice, do shoulder and shoulder blade exercises for about 30 minutes first. If you consistently pay attention to it, the excessive tension will be relieved and your arms will become balanced. That’s why basics are important.”

 

“…Who are you?”

 

“First get up. Let’s try practicing. Your floundering appearance is so pathetic that it’s hard to watch, boy.”

 

“Are your ears blocked? Didn’t you hear me asking who you are?”

 

I kicked the yapping boy to make him stand up. Unlike his poor swordsmanship skills, his body was quite excellent, so I diligently trained his stamina and strength in my own way.

 

But all that came back was.

 

“You… just die…”

 

The boy who collapsed with a thud lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

 

‘He doesn’t even know what’s good for him and whines just like Andert.’

 

After moving the sleeping boy into the tent, I returned home.

 

* * *

 

“I don’t want to, I don’t want to! I said I don’t want to!”

 

“Your, Your Majesty. Please calm yourself.”

 

“I can’t accept it! Don’t go, Lord Caleph… If you leave now, who knows when we’ll see each other again! Don’t go! Please stay just one more day before you leave! Huhuhu…”

 

So Lord Caleph really is here at this place.

 

Beyond the drawing room, listening to the crying sounds, Skuld quickened his steps.

 

The closer he got, the louder the girl’s sobbing became. The head steward, not knowing what to do, frantically bowed at the waist.

 

“My apologies, Lord Caleph. His Majesty the King… lost his heart greatly after losing His Late Majesty the King and his siblings three years ago. Therefore, he is particularly attached to Caleph, whom he trusted and followed since childhood…”

 

Skuld was about to reply that such behavior is called acting spoiled, but closed his mouth.

 

Since the young queen who newly ascended the throne three years ago is only 14 years old this year, it wouldn’t be strange for her to act spoiled.

 

Skuld swiftly entered the drawing room and knelt down, bowing his head.

 

“Caleph, Caleph, Caleph.”

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