The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 213

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Part 2, Episode 11

 

Day 11.

 

The Young Mage Engineer spoke to me first for the first time in five days.

 

“Hey. Don’t come here anymore.”

 

The young boy walked up to me with a very serious face and gestured at the sphere in my arms.

 

“I have no intention of fixing your magic device. So stop interfering and disappear.”

 

“I have plenty of time.”

 

“Use all that time somewhere else!”

 

“Everyone else is afraid of me, so it won’t work.”

 

The young boy snorted angrily and threw the 【Gray Hawk Language Translator】 to the ground, shouting.

 

“Just get lost!”

 

How prickly.

 

Seeing his cold, turned back reminded me of my teachers. Rosebel Count, Weatherwax Baroness, Eum, and I suppose Raphael is also my teacher.

 

‘Such pointless stubbornness. There aren’t many days left to teach anyway.’

 

He should just learn obediently. They must have looked at me with these same eyes.

 

Dian Ket’s translator? It would be nice if he fixed it. But Pen Rota can repair it just fine too. That would actually be more reliable.

 

I took the sword away from the young boy.

 

“Wait, what are you doing right now…!”

 

I swing the sword.

 

This is swordsmanship.

 

Swordsmanship simply means martial arts utilizing a sword. However, some families possess formalized secret techniques of this swordsmanship, which they call sword techniques and have passed down through generations.

 

Those with high mastery can subdue opponents with a single sword draw. Rosebel Count was like that.

 

But those with distant mastery have sword draws that flow naturally like a river and seem like one body. Weatherwax Baroness was like that.

 

Like talent, a strong person’s sword also gives inspiration to those watching. Just as I learned survival from Raphael’s sword, I hoped the young boy would learn what he wanted from my sword.

 

That’s right, I’m being meddlesome right now.

 

The driving force is, so to speak, nothing special.

 

Looking at the young boy reminds me of countless past versions of myself. My Queen’s Island, my Andert, my Raphael, and my teacher.

 

Therefore, no persuasion will work on this kid. How can I be so sure? Because my past self was the same way.

 

The young boy was afraid.

 

Of receiving kindness and gaining new connections.

 

Of wanting hope for the future, yet grasping that hope in his hands.

 

When I put down the sword and turned around, the young boy’s face was blank.

 

“Did you see something?”

 

I heard no answer to my question. The young boy just had an expression of continuously drawing something in his mind.

 

“Don’t rush, I’ll show you again tomorrow.”

 

Returning home, I sat before letter paper for the first time since leaving Pen Rota.

 

But the problem started from there.

 

When I tried to write “To Andert” or “To Raphael” or “To Teacher,” my hand wouldn’t move at all.

 

The rejection was so strong that my fingers cramped.

 

“Forget it. I’ll write later.”

 

On day 15, a storm with hail struck.

 

Chirp-

 

“Right, Ash. I’m worried the window might get holes punched in it.”

 

Today I made onion soup with the remaining ingredients.

 

I thought of the young boy, but wondering what meaning there would be in visiting him in such bad weather, I spent the whole day with Ash.

 

However, when the storm’s intensity remained the same even after sunset, I began to worry. It wasn’t weather that could be endured with just one old piece of cloth, so I left the house.

 

Whoooosh-

 

Sure enough, the tent that was practically the young boy’s residence was already half blown away.

 

‘He must have taken shelter in the abandoned building.’

 

What’s he doing foolishly clutching his possessions with his body.

 

I entered the flapping tent and grabbed the young boy by the scruff of his neck.

 

Hot.

 

Startled by the heat I felt, I urgently turned the young boy around.

 

“Since when has your body been…?”

 

“No!”

 

The young boy pushed me away with bloodshot red eyes. Unlike yesterday, his every movement lacked coordination.

 

He hugged the cloth-covered objects again and shouted.

 

“Don’t take me away! My older brother’s belongings will float away… I have to protect them!”

 

Belongings.

 

So the mage engineer was his older brother, not the young boy. No wonder he seemed too young to be a university graduate.

 

‘His personal affairs aren’t my concern.’

 

He looks like he’ll die at this rate, so saving him comes first. When I grabbed his neck again, the young boy struggled with his limbs in resistance.

 

“Get lost, leave me alone!”

 

This ill-mannered brat. Even swinging his fists?

 

“Ow!”

 

When I gave him an adult’s knuckle rap, he held his head and stamped his feet. Even with a fever, pain is still pain, I suppose.

 

“Disgusting bastard…”

 

Since they’re belongings, I should gather them.

 

First, let me try to fit as many items as possible into the cloth that was covering the objects.

 

“You, hey you! You’re the disgusting one! Don’t get the wrong idea, what do you think you are to me? Just because you showed me some sword moves, pretending to care for me, pretending to think!”

 

I should gather the important-looking things first. Gently so they don’t get scratched… what am I saying. Just stuff them in.

 

“Can’t you hear me? You’re damn disgusting! So get lost… I’ve been living fine my own way. Don’t interfere with my life…!”

 

Thud. The young boy who got hit on the neck collapsed weakly.

 

I sighed involuntarily.

 

“Teaching really is difficult.”

 

I carried the young boy in one arm and the belongings wrapped in cloth in the other.

 

When I returned home, both the young boy and I were soaked as if we’d fallen in a river.

 

Chirp?

 

“Right, Ash. It’s your first time smelling this, isn’t it?”

 

Chirp.

 

“Asking if he’s a beggar? Right. He’s the worst kind of beggar.”

 

After laying the young boy in front of the fireplace, I roughly threw the belongings into the room.

 

Was the new guest interesting? After pecking at the young boy’s hair for a while, Ash soon settled in between the strands and closed his eyes. How dirty.

 

Around midnight, the young boy’s body was completely dry, so I threw him onto the bed.

 

Day 16.

 

When I got up from the chair, the young boy was sitting on the bed, gazing at the slum scenery barely visible at the edge of the neighboring building’s wall.

 

When I placed my hand on his forehead, I felt warmth that was warm but not hot. I thought his body really wasn’t ordinary.

 

The young boy who had been sitting blankly opened his mouth with a much more subdued voice than yesterday.

 

“Most people here came up from the Land of Death. They’re practically refugees.”

 

“Land of Death?”

 

“You don’t know the Land of Death? What are you really…?”

 

The young boy glanced at me with eyes that said I was pathetic, then gazed out the window again. His eyes were searching through distant memories.

 

“That place is the region where the Northern Continent Union, Pen Rota, and Kontaninos meet. It was good land for raising sheep. Until 10 years ago, when Spolia burned it down…”

 

Anger suddenly filled the young boy’s face.

 

“They completely destroyed our land where we lived peacefully… using ‘purification’ as an excuse! Purification my ass, damn it. That area where vegetation was lush is now called the Land of Death! It wasn’t purification, it was a curse!”

 

It seems like it was quite a major incident, but it sounds unfamiliar as if I’m hearing it for the first time.

 

’10 years ago would be when the Magic Alliance was in the midst of fierce battles with Mephistos Army.’

 

Since Pen Rota’s situation was so bad, affairs on this side seem to have been quietly buried.

 

“My older brother… left that great university to take care of me and eventually settled here… but the disease he got from the Land of Death eventually spread to his brain…”

 

The young boy’s crying filled the room.

 

I stared at the young boy’s swollen eyes with a bitter feeling, then carefully parted my lips.

 

“Sorry, but could you not drip snot on the blanket?”

 

The young boy glared at me with shocked eyes.

 

“Don’t ruin the moment, you idiot! Can’t you see I’m crying right now? I was just trying to die… I was going to die together with my older brother’s keepsakes!”

 

“Don’t talk about dying so casually.”

 

“Casually? You think I said it casually? Hah… what can I expect from a lunatic like you. Fine, fine, it’s all fine…”

 

The young boy’s eyes suddenly became clear.

 

“From now on, you’re going to take responsibility for me.”

 

…Suddenly?

 

“That’s a bit…”

 

“You’re going to save someone like me who has no connections, teach me a few scraps of swordsmanship, then run away? Bullshit. I absolutely won’t allow it!”

 

“That’s not something you get to allow in the first place…”

 

“Stay by my side.”

 

That was more of a confident request than a plea.

 

“Keep watching over me. If you do that, I’ll… I’ll make sure you won’t regret choosing me.”

 

Meeting those unwavering blue eyes, I swallowed back the sigh that was escaping.

 

I really don’t understand why kids these days are so bold.

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