The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 224

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Part 2, Chapter 22

 

19 years into life.

 

Human Carpet Deshang stood at the greatest crossroads of her life.

 

With the back of her hand against her chin, lying prone on the floor (a forced pose with absolutely no consideration for her own will), she looked up at the poster hanging on the wall with complicated feelings.

 

‘Looking at it again, he’s such a magnificent handsome man.’

 

Though it was an old black and white photograph and the vivid colors of that era were unknowable, just looking at it seemed to make the man’s refreshing laughter and dignified voice audible.

 

It’s embarrassing to say this, but the hero called the Emperor’s Sword, Andert Pager, was Deshang’s first love.

 

She wasn’t the only one.

 

Boys and girls of Deshang’s age, including herself, had grown up hearing tales of the heroic deeds of the Magic Alliance Army heroes since their distant childhood.

 

Perhaps that’s why whenever they heard names from that era like Raphael Jenail, Duke Berkley Greytown, Princess Natasha, Rosebel Count, they would be immersed in old nostalgia.

 

The nostalgia of a first love from adolescence, someone they had never once met.

 

That’s why she was greatly shocked when she confirmed the intruder’s face.

 

Because he looked exactly like Andert Pager in the photograph.

 

It doesn’t make sense.

 

‘Such fresh, bright green eyes!’

 

The even more nonsensical part was separate.

 

‘To make such an expression weathered by the world’s hardships with that kind of beauty!’

 

The sensation from that moment 10 years ago when she felt terrible trembling while looking at Andert Pager’s face printed in the daily newspaper tried to come alive again.

 

To calm this trembling, she had recited the national anthem for a whole hour (in her mind), but the truth was there hadn’t been much progress.

 

‘Huff… hah… huff… hah…’

 

Good.

 

Having barely caught hold of her mind that was about to turn 180 degrees, now it was time to be faithful to her assigned role.

 

She turned her head slightly to check the intruder’s face. Indeed, he was enchantingly handsome… no, she could see a face lost in anguish with eyes asking ‘Is my anger truly justified anger?’

 

The intruder who had been stroking his chin soon lowered his head to meet her eyes. Ah, if only he would smile just once…

 

“Where is the Guild Master now?”

 

“He went to attend the Pen Rota Guild General Conference being held in Brishuir.”

 

“Brishuir? When will he return?”

 

“He left this morning, so you’ll have to wait a week.”

 

The intruder who had been quietly observing her leisurely got up. It seemed he had judged that Deshang would no longer be threatened.

 

No! Please sit on me more!

 

Thanks to this, she got up and dusted herself off, gaining a divine opportunity to more closely appreciate the intruder’s appearance.

 

An era of turmoil.

 

This place, the Gray Spear Guild, which began making a name for itself as a latecomer among the guilds that sprouted like bamboo shoots after rain following ‘that incident’.

 

The role given to her in the guild was just two things.

 

Guard this building.

 

And wait for one person.

 

“Who is that person, Master?”

 

“The true owner of this guild.”

 

The true owner? Then does that mean Graysphere is a fake owner?

 

“When will that person come?”

 

“I don’t know. They might come tomorrow or might never come. So you must always guard this place for that day when we don’t know when they’ll come.”

 

It sounded romantic at first glance, but thinking deeply about it, it meant the real owner had gone missing.

 

She wondered who this so-called owner was, but didn’t ask.

 

In an era where those who call themselves warriors outnumber the pebbles kicked by passing feet, opportunities to make money while enjoying the sweet life at such a promising workplace don’t come easily. It’s right to keep your mouth shut and do as you’re told.

 

Although…

 

“How do I tell whether that person is the one the Guild Master is waiting for or not?”

 

“Andert Pager.”

 

“…Excuse me?”

 

“The person you must wait for is none other than Andert Pager. However, they’re also a woman with brown hair and green eyes, approximately 170cm tall with an unpredictable personality, so don’t forget and remember well. Since the probability of them coming in the latter form is higher, it wouldn’t be bad to write it down somewhere.”

 

“Excuse me, Guild Master.”

 

“By the way, the information I just gave is also guild-level classified information, so external disclosure is forbidden. Now let’s make a vow.”

 

“That’s illegal.”

 

Although, even if the identity of that owner was the fake owner’s delusion.

 

…She had been convinced of that for the past six months. Who would have thought it was real? Hooray!

 

‘But… it’s still strange.’

 

If this man is really Andert Pager, how can he be alive?

 

Everyone in the world knows that the hero of the era sacrificed himself 8 years ago to perish together with the terrible mass murderer Mephistopheles.

 

There was a brief period when people made a fuss about this man having returned.

 

Since no conclusion was reached even after long debates, it was dismissed among people as a false rumor intentionally spread by the imperial family to cover up the Emperor’s incurable disease theory.

 

‘For now, I have no choice but to move according to the Guild Master’s orders while determining whether he’s real or not?’

 

Forget everything else, please let this be the real Andert and not a fake, please God.

 

Deshang implemented the ‘Distinguishing the Real Andert Pager’ plan that she had always kept in mind as instructed by the Guild Master.

 

First.

 

“On the third shelf from the top of the maple bookcase, open the book with the pale yellow spine and there will be a photo on the first page. Show that photo to that person and ask.”

 

“This person is our guild’s Vice Master. Do you know who he is?”

 

Andert’s brow furrowed unpleasantly.

 

“Vice Master? That bastard, he knew everything but left without explanation?”

 

Listening to his muttering, it seemed he not only knew him but had met him recently.

 

He knows Garoush Berkleygraton. Pass.

 

Second.

 

“Show the photos hanging in frames in order and ask.”

 

“These three people are the core strength of our Gray Spear Guild, and except for Guild Master Graysphere, they are all on long-term external activities. Among these three, the unofficial guild elder is…”

 

“To think old man Malicops was selected as guild elder or whatever. Hmm. Lu, don’t tell me you decided that ranking? Are you planning to leech off the old man until you die?”

 

Meow.

 

Pass.

 

Now for the final test.

 

Swallowing dry saliva, Deshang grabbed the emergency communication device on the desk with trembling hands in front of the man who, no matter how you looked at it, even if you did a forward roll first, was undoubtedly Andert himself.

 

‘Whew.’

 

My kidneys are trembling so much I’m going crazy.

 

This magic device is both a privilege and a shackle given to guilds possessing the Silver Lion emblem.

 

According to imperial law, operating it for private reasons results in up to 10 years imprisonment, and if the intent is malicious, you could stand before the High Imperial Court.

 

But the Guild Master swore to bear all the aftermath.

 

Deshang activated the emergency communication device.

 

Beep-

 

After a long dial tone where 1 second felt like 1 year, someone beyond the magic device responded.

 

【What’s the matter?】

 

Deshang doesn’t know who the owner of this voice is. However, the Guild Master said this:

 

“Check if they show signs of being considerably flustered unlike before upon hearing the voice, and if they seem ready to flee.”

 

Look at those eyes. Eyes that hesitate and become dazed, then fall into terrible anguish and even glance at the window suddenly.

 

Is there any need to check further?

 

Deshang cut off the emergency communication without regret.

 

There’s no doubt.

 

This person was indeed the owner the Guild Master had been waiting for so long!

 

Calming her rough breathing, Deshang placed her right hand on her left chest and bowed with a heart full of reverence.

 

“I have waited for a long time, True Master. Please come with me to Brishuir. I will personally escort you to the Guild Master!”

 

Meeting the considerably colder green eyes, Deshang barely suppressed her heart that was racing wildly beyond just feeling chilled to the bone, and continued her words.

 

“Graysphere is waiting. Please return to the guild and lift the curse placed on the guild!”

 

Huff huff.

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