The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 234
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Part 2, Chapter 32
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Sometimes in life, there are days when the heavens feel fearsome even when you’ve committed no sin.
Today is one of those days for me.
“Long live Andert Pager!”
“Long live the hero’s return!”
Thinking that the hardships in Ragal’s history would be the last was a tremendous miscalculation and naive delusion.
The moment I escaped from history, a triumphal procession I had never once desired was waiting for me.
I mounted a white horse.
With my rear end crammed into the saddle, I took my first step into the triumphal procession filled with spectators.
Colorful paper and flower petals scattered by boys and girls found their way into my mouth.
Still, I couldn’t pass by looking like death, so I barely managed to lift the corners of my mouth and passed by expressionlessly. I couldn’t afford the luxury of even waving my hand.
“Long live the hero of the Mage War!”
Ah! I can see the distant Imperial Palace far away!
I pretended not to notice and increased the horse’s speed.
Among the crowd I briefly passed, I thought I saw some somewhat familiar faces.
They were all enjoying this moment with faces filled with sincere joy. My mouth felt a bit bitter at the welcome from old comrades.
And finally, the damned procession came to an end.
As I hurriedly dismounted from the saddle, the golden iron gates protecting the Imperial Palace slowly opened on both sides.
Damn, it’s over! But it’s still too early to rejoice, you fool. Look at all those countless knights standing on both sides, watching you. Not only the Emperor’s personal guard but even the Berkleighton Knights are waiting for me.
Everyone applauded. I want to run away right now…
“You’ve always found these occasions awkward. How about getting used to them now? If you don’t want to look pathetic.”
I needed the Weatherwax Baroness to joke with me like that, but somehow he was nowhere to be seen.
The man who should have rushed over faster than anyone to enjoy my suffering had vanished, making this situation feel even more like sitting on thorns.
Only after climbing the stairs could I be free from the pouring gazes.
Upon entering the interior, a man who had been waiting for me smiled faintly and walked ahead.
“This way, Baron Fedegail.”
It’s really long.
I don’t think there’s ever been another day when a single day felt as long as today. Moreover, the man guided me not to the audience chamber but to a regular drawing room.
“Stop it.”
“Pardon?”
I quietly murmured to him as he turned around with a puzzled face.
“Let’s stop the formalities and go to our destination as quickly as possible, whether to see His Majesty or meet Natasha…”
At my words, the man smiled awkwardly.
“Please don’t be angry. It may be troublesome, but we must determine whether your identity is forged. Due to the considerable number of cases where people have impersonated you over the past few years, this is a necessary process.”
There were quite a few who disguised themselves as me. It was somewhat surprising.
We sat facing each other across a table. As he stared at me and adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflected the sunlight sharply.
“It’s not very difficult. You just need to answer three questions.”
Right… those three questions are supposedly a great method for distinguishing the real me.
Let’s hear them.
“Do you remember the first conversation you had with Duke Raphael Jenail?”
Easy.
“It was about the way I use my sword. I thought he was picking a fight, telling me not to imitate him, but listening to it, it turned out to be a long, long lecture.”
“During the time you briefly stayed in Ragal for the Crown Prince’s succession ceremony, did you receive sponsorship offers more than ten times?”
“Ten times… how am I supposed to remember that?”
“Do you remember how many times you got into fistfights with knights from the Berkleighton Knights during wartime?”
So how am I supposed to remember such things?
When I quietly furrowed my brow, the man nodded with a satisfied expression.
What? Am I going to be handcuffed since I couldn’t answer twice?
“It’s finished.”
“…What is?”
“Since we’ve confirmed that your identity is not forged, I’ll guide you to the audience chamber.”
…I’m certain.
I was certain that Natasha had written these while giggling, calling it a test. I was so certain I could see it clearly before my eyes!
The man stood up and asked me.
“Ah, Baron! But is that cute bird on your shoulder a bird you raise personally? To get permission to enter the audience chamber, I need to file a report…”
[Hello? I am Andert Pager’s pet bird, Ash. Due to education received in Loqwe, I can speak human language and light communication is possible. If I fall into crisis, please provide light treatment or clean water and daily provisions. Thank you for your kindness.]
“…Good heavens.”
I glanced at Ash with surprised eyes, then soon affirmed nonchalantly.
“As you heard, he’s an extremely smart fellow. He has excellent social skills and poses no threat to humans, so don’t worry.”
At that, the man nodded with trusting eyes.
“So it seems. I didn’t know you had become a druid. That’s truly amazing.”
How does this guy know about druids too…
Was the chief of the Maebaltop Clan this famous? That can’t be right.
“I’ll say one last thing.”
As I stood there staring blankly, the man who coughed loudly smiled shyly.
“I like you.”
[Pervert means a state of being reversed.]
While I was disgusted, the doors to the audience chamber opened.
I stepped onto the red carpet with somewhat complicated feelings.
Emperor Ishneike of the Pen Rota Empire was the one who had tried to imprison me.
Of course, there must have been some hidden intention behind his judgment, but from the standpoint of someone who was imprisoned without notice, it wasn’t an intention I felt like delving into.
‘Come to think of it, I think he said his days were numbered.’
Considering that Natasha had ascended to the grand duchy, there was a high probability that Emperor Ishneike had already passed away and his son had inherited the throne. Though he probably wasn’t even fifteen yet.
“Stop walking.”
When I raised my head, I saw Head Steward Count Daniel Milford standing on seven steps above.
He had a much kinder face than I remembered. Is this the difference in attitude toward Daisy Weatherwax versus Andert Pager? Andert’s legacy must have been considerably glorified.
“Welcome back, Baron Fedegail. Unfortunately, His Majesty the Emperor developed health issues immediately after you arrived in history and is lying in bed. He has promised to invite you once again after recovering his health, so please accept this with joy.”
I don’t want to. I’m not coming a second time.
I stared at the empty chair and remained in place without answering.
So can I leave now? Or do I need permission even to leave? Due to my ignorance of imperial etiquette, I was lost in thought over such trivial matters when.
Click.
I heard the clear sound of shoe heels from behind me.
‘…Do I need permission to turn my head too?’
Forget it. What permission when someone’s sick and suffering?
When I turned my head, I saw a woman approaching, stepping on the carpet.
A neat white uniform. Calmly flowing blond hair. A blunt and cool impression that seemed unlikely to easily speak in any situation.
It was similar to a knight’s attire, but quite ornate for an ordinary knight. Moreover, the woman’s height was noticeably petite for a knight.
The woman stopped walking in front of me.
Her gaze scanning my entire body was extremely cold.
Sniff sniff.
She seemed fastidious even about the act of bringing her face close and sniffing like a dog…
But it was all just for a moment.
Soon she spread both arms wide and embraced me with a face full of joy.
“It really is Daisy! Definitely Daisy’s scent!”
Sigh.
“Please stop distinguishing me by smell, Natasha.”
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