The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 215

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Part 2, Chapter 13

 

“Ugh!”

 

I grabbed the boy to prevent him from being swept away by the splitting ground. Then an unbelievable, horrific scene unfolded.

 

First, bones jutting out clutching dried grass.

 

“Good, good. All around me overflows with my darlings… My God, there are as many corpses as there is trash?”

 

Next, rotting flesh clinging to the skeletal frames. They were people. No, corpses that had once been people.

 

The dead began rising from underground.

 

“Huuu.”

 

The wails of the dead were darker and more melancholy than the sound of splitting earth.

 

“This brings back some rather unpleasant memories.”

 

A demon?

 

‘No, this isn’t a demon.’

 

These aren’t corpses modified into demons, but corpses themselves. How is this even possible?

 

“…Brother?”

 

The creaking corpses lunged toward me.

 

I had been waiting for this. Did they crawl up to attack me, or did they crawl up to dance?

 

[My sibling.]

 

“Is it really you, brother?”

 

However, a troublesome problem had arisen.

 

Seeing how they kept getting back up no matter how much I cut them, these corpses had no boundary of death.

 

They were puppets moving without consciousness according to a mage’s commands. Dealing with them obediently would be nothing but a waste of stamina.

 

[Sibling. My sibling… you mustn’t collapse. You’re going to become a wonderful inspector.]

 

“Brother, your face…!”

 

It would be quite a decent technique against an inspector.

 

But who am I?

 

Demon Sword Technique.

 

Third Sword Art.

 

‘…What was it again.’

 

Something about finger style and Demon Drying Method.

 

[You mustn’t collapse. Sibling, you’re going to become a wonderful inspector…!]

 

Whoosh-!

 

Energy shot out like a marble, blowing off the heads of the corpses blocking the path and threatening the mage.

 

I launched my body through the momentarily cleared view beyond, carrying the boy on my back.

 

“Why did you kill him!”

 

Then the boy resented me.

 

What nonsense is this all of a sudden. Who did I kill… Ah, right.

 

“Get a grip. Does that look like your brother to you?”

 

“Don’t be ridiculous, then what is he if not my brother? That’s definitely my brother! I buried my brother in that very spot with my own hands!”

 

The boy struggled and screamed.

 

“He clearly came back to life, so how can you kill him again! How could you do that to our brother…”

 

I was about to knock him unconscious if he made a fuss one more time. But the boy, after catching his breath for a while, buried his face in my shoulder and whispered.

 

“…Sorry. I’ll get a grip so I won’t be a burden.”

 

Just as I was about to pat his head, I heard a whistle again. I deflected it with my sword without much difficulty.

 

Yes, I deflected it, but.

 

Whoosh-

 

‘Ugh.’

 

My vision went white from the intense light that burst from beneath my feet.

 

Clang.

 

Then shackles that were hard to shake off sprang out from all directions, restraining my hands and feet. Judging by the teeth-grinding pain I felt in my shoulder, it seemed a spear-shaped restraint that flew from behind had pierced through my flesh.

 

I instinctively pushed the boy away. I tried to tear the restraints from the ground, but it wasn’t easy.

 

I could understand the reason as soon as I opened my eyes and looked around.

 

“Ash Pager.”

 

I got hit.

 

‘I never thought he’d make a trap using corpses.’

 

Magic circle-type traps rather than magical devices are close to ancient magic.

 

Though they’ve nearly disappeared due to the inconvenience of having to draw magic circles one by one, demon generals in the Mage War occasionally used demons to draw magic circles and cast traps.

 

It was a tactic that was virtually impossible to counter when they pushed in with sheer numbers.

 

“Born on Queen’s Island. Mother is Irene Pager, father is Gid Pager. Younger brother is Andert Pager, but… he’s now called Garoush Berkleygraton? Ah, magnificent. Siblings who both achieved remarkable heights. This is why they call them geniuses.”

 

I gritted my teeth.

 

“If you touch my sibling, know that I’ll follow you to hell.”

 

“What? Haha. You say such cute things, rookie! I’m not interested in humans. They’re just… yes, like ingredients, for example, they remind me of pig’s front feet…”

 

“Pig’s front feet describe your face.”

 

“Corpses are quite useful too. Humans who held strong convictions retain that energy in their corpses for a long time. Really useful.”

 

His coldly raised eye corners revealed unbearable excitement as he smiled.

 

“Like your parents.”

 

My heartbeat reaches its limit.

 

Time flowed slowly as the surrounding scenery spread out like a panorama.

 

I could see the boy hiding in the thicket beyond the trap. In his wounded hands, he held a familiar sword. It was the pearl sword that had fallen to the ground.

 

“Calm down, Daisy. Won’t you listen to my story? It’ll be really interesting. Let’s start like this. I need you. Sincerely, very desperately need you.”

 

I can see the boy’s eyes soaked with fear.

 

I smiled quietly. More precisely, the corners of my mouth naturally curved into an arc. This was the only way I could think of to calm the boy.

 

“…The corpse.”

 

“So I went to your hometown. That’s right, Queen’s Island! To break a sword as solid and sturdy as you, you need a flame worthy of it.”

 

“Cut the corpse.”

 

“How about it? Aren’t you curious what your mother would say if she came back to life…”

 

“Cut down the corpse, boy!”

 

A pearl-colored blade flashing with flames revealed itself in the darkness.

 

“Ahhh-!”

 

The corpse fell like a chess piece.

 

Not missing the moment when a hole appeared in the magic circle, I pulled my right arm forward.

 

Clatter.

 

With my hand freed as the restraint was torn away, I pulled out the spear embedded in my left shoulder. Then I threw the extracted spear directly at the man.

 

The man, flustered by the unexpected situation, hastily rolled to the side.

 

“How fierce, Daisy! Haha. It’s a shame to kill you. You’re my type.”

 

I cut through the corpse and burst out, grabbing the boy by the back of his neck.

 

“Gah. Wait! My, my neck!”

 

“Well done. Cute little guy.”

 

We held hands and ran back into the forest. I caught a glimpse of unprecedented spirit and courage in the boy’s eyes, but unfortunately, I didn’t have the leisure to praise him more.

 

This is the worst situation.

 

If I had been alone, I would have somehow escaped far away from the man, but…

 

“Youth is indeed good. Reckless.”

 

The man’s laughter could be heard from the not-so-distant sky.

 

I stopped running and gripped the boy’s hand more tightly.

 

“Arrogant.”

 

Was it because I had lost too much blood? It was difficult to maintain my body’s balance.

 

“And prone to big mistakes.”

 

When I checked my physical condition, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. Blood was constantly seeping from the holes in my shoulder and waist. If this had been me three months ago, these would have been fatal wounds that would have already killed me.

 

“Hey, you’re bleeding…”

 

The boy looked up at me with an anxious face.

 

I quietly closed my eyes while gripping the pearl sword he offered me.

 

Damn it, this kind of situation is all too familiar to me.

 

I’ve fled countless times, lost numerous comrades, and regretted it every single time. To avoid repeating those regrets, I threw myself into any battlefield, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t afraid.

 

I fear death.

 

I’m terrified of the pain that comes before death.

 

Whenever that happens, I think back to that day.

 

“Countless people will look at your back and move forward.”

 

“You can’t just settle for surviving.”

 

“Young Boy.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“I’ll hold that man back for a moment. Don’t miss the opportunity and stab him.”

 

“The fate of those with power…”

 

“What? That’s…!”

 

I pushed the panicking Young Boy behind a tree and shouted toward the sky.

 

“How about you come down now, you corpse-loving pervert. Let’s see who’s the real god of the Southern Continent.”

 

A sharp burst of laughter that could tear eardrums echoed through the entire forest consumed by flames.

 

“Foolish, newcomer… Are you still being stubborn? You’re still incomplete. You’re pathetically weak! Fine. If you want it, watch closely! You are…”

 

Urgh. A metallic liquid poured out from inside my throat.

 

Before I knew it, the burnt deer corpse controlled by the man had approached behind me. Its sharp horn, like new, pierced through my chest.

 

“You’re weak, Daisy.”

 

But this is what I was waiting for.

 

I grabbed the neck of the man who had carelessly revealed himself, and threw the Pearl Sword into the air with my other hand.

 

“Now!”

 

As if responding to my call, the opponent caught the Pearl Sword. The Young Boy screamed with courage and determination.

 

“Die, you bastard!”

 

The Pearl Sword, containing the flicker of flames, advanced toward the man.

 

But why?

 

No change occurred.

 

The man’s body was still perfectly fine. In his black eyes staring at me, only intense excitement bloomed, with no trace of pain to be found.

 

Soon after, a quiet murmur was heard.

 

“…Older Brother.”

 

And beyond the man’s back, one corpse stood blocking the faintly visible Young Boy.

 

[Little brother. Your older brother is happy that you’ve grown up well…]

 

The Young Boy’s face as he confronted the corpse was stained with vivid despair.

 

I see.

 

I failed.

 

“Run away.”

 

I squeezed out my remaining strength and reached out to strangle the man’s neck.

 

I could see tears of self-loathing dripping down, but I no longer had time to comfort the Young Boy.

 

“I, I, I’m sorry… I…”

 

“Shut up and run away right now…!”

 

I couldn’t continue speaking. All strength left my body.

 

Ah, this feeling… is somewhat familiar.

 

Yes. This is the sensation of death.

 

“What a shame. If you had conserved just a little more strength, I might have sympathized with that warm compassion of yours.”

 

I quietly lowered my head.

 

Thump.

 

Through the gaps of dripping blood, I could see the man’s hand that had pierced through my left chest.

 

“I wanted to experience the feeling of killing a chick that just hatched from its egg. …Well, whatever.”

 

Thump, thump.

 

My heart beats.

 

I felt it as a sensation rather than sound. The cold warmth gripping my heart. The fierce grip pulling with the force to crush it…

 

“Farewell, Daisy.”

 

My heart was taken away.

 

And I died.

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