The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 239
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Part 2, Chapter 37
‘To genuinely anger Natasha of all people. That’s quite something.’
But something feels strange.
This wasn’t the first time Andert had received advances from a woman or man.
Courtship generally begins with showing favor. Generally speaking, that is.
“Oh, hello! I… though my skills are lacking, I wanted to give you this handkerchief that I embroidered myself…”
Recognizing that such behavior was a courtship signal came through observing the reactions of those around.
“Andert, that bastard.”
“Damn lucky son of a bitch.”
Seeing them curse with jealousy, it’s definitely something good.
But some courtship signals can be clearly recognized without any surrounding reactions. And they’re generally unpleasant.
That unpleasantness could be felt in the heart with just eye contact. Regardless of gender or age, it was bizarre, gloomy, and repulsive.
‘That’s definitely not the feeling here.’
I didn’t sense the same desire from Trevia’s eyes as from those others. Cold and rational. Even her attitude when mentioning children.
Then why must it be me specifically?
“Duke Hailo. Though I won’t presume to act as an ambassador, we must not forget the 70-year covenant between our homeland and the Pen Rota Imperial House.”
The 70-year covenant?
Though I hadn’t even asked what that was, Trevia looked at me and added an explanation.
“The 70-year covenant simply means that once every 70 years, a consul from our homeland and a member of Pen Rota’s imperial family hold a state marriage. In some cases, blood relatives of Pen Rota’s emperor and our homeland’s consul may marry.”
They do all sorts of things.
“It’s a covenant to maintain friendly relations between our two nations, and through such processes, Duke Hailo before me is also distantly related to the great Spolia.”
Ah.
‘Right, being distantly related to Spolia… I remember hearing about that long ago.’
“However, Duke Hailo! Unfortunately, there are no women among the blood relatives of our homeland’s regent authority, so this year’s 70-year covenant can only be fulfilled through a state marriage between our homeland’s regent and Duke Hailo.”
Natasha’s expression is stiff. From her reaction, it seems Trevia’s claims don’t deviate much from the actual covenant.
But if we’re talking about imperial women to marry…
‘Isn’t there also the Head Maid?’
I quietly asked Raphael.
“What about Princess Inastasia?”
“…She is already married.”
What? When did she get married without even telling me?
Trevia lowered her voice with eyes that seemed to deeply empathize with Natasha’s feelings.
“However… these are troubled times when Calamity Lien massacres innocents and covers fertile lands with ash. The Emperor is ill and the Crown Prince still lacks learning, so the people of Pen Rota’s empire must rely only on Duke Hailo.”
“…”
“No matter how sacred the 70-year covenant may be. How could our nation, in patriotic concern, uproot the very pillar of this country?”
“…”
“Therefore, Duke Hailo. The Contaninos Republic sent me to the Pen Rota Imperial Palace with this demand!”
Trevia’s sharp gaze turned precisely toward me.
“If we cannot obtain imperial blood, then obtain the blood of the strongest hero. Meaning, bear the hero’s child!”
I see.
I understood, albeit vaguely, what the Contaninos Republic wanted.
Sorry, but that day will never come. Why won’t it come…
I immediately pulled up Trevia’s skirt. Natasha jumped up from her seat in shock.
“Andert!”
From the garter belt on her obviously rigorously trained thighs, sharp daggers emerged—one, two, three… seven of them.
“So are these forks for stabbing and eating the flesh of one’s future husband?”
They were even firmly secured to minimize noise. Trevia looked at me with surprised eyes.
“…How did you…”
“I can tell just by looking at someone like you.”
The look in her eyes that despises the weak, believing she could subdue anyone at will.
Of course, Trevia hadn’t revealed such an attitude here. But instinct cannot be hidden no matter how hard one tries.
I held one of the daggers to Trevia’s throat as a warning.
“To stand before Natasha while hiding such crude tools. What’s your real purpose?”
“…I swear by Spolia, I had no improper intentions. These were merely tools for self-defense. I’ve been taking basic martial arts lessons since childhood…”
“That’s not enough of an explanation.”
Trevia calmly spoke while maintaining eye contact with me.
“I was careless. I apologize to all three of you. However, the Mesita family I belong to is among the most prestigious families in the Contaninos Republic, having produced five consuls, and my elder sister is designated as the next regent. For the family’s honor alone, I would never have any malicious intent to harm anyone…”
“Are you a foreigner who doesn’t understand the language? Can’t be helped. I’ll personally send your head to the Mesita family under the charge of attempting to assassinate royalty.”
The sharp blade dug into the inside of her pale, long neck. Thin, red droplets of blood began pooling on the silver steel.
“And I’ll send your daggers to Legion. Saying that Mesita’s Trevia tried to assassinate Duke Hailo, but the hero Andert, who happened to be staying at the imperial palace, barely managed to save the Duke.”
“…Lord Andert. Please listen to what I have to say.”
“Spolia would be pleased.”
At that moment, Trevia’s consistently cold eyes wavered slightly.
Sensing that pressing further would yield something, I channeled energy into the tip of the dagger.
“Farewell.”
Perhaps sensing the killing intent, Trevia’s body trembled as she shouted convulsively.
“I am a member of God’s Guard!”
The woman’s thin eyelashes fluttered aimlessly like dandelions in the wind.
God’s Guard?
“Stop, Andert.”
At Natasha’s request, I slowly lowered the dagger.
Trevia, clutching her throat with trembling hands, detached the brooch from her chest and showed us what was hidden inside.
“I am… Trevia Mesita of God’s Guard… Before Spolia… I swear I had no intention of harming any of you three. So please do not report my dishonor to Legion…”
An unprocessed purple gemstone.
Wondering what it meant, I watched quietly as Natasha, who had taken the brooch to examine the stone, slowly nodded.
“It’s genuine. She really is from God’s Guard.”
Just as I was about to ask what this God’s Guard was.
[Daisy.]
…This voice I’m hearing in my head is.
[Are you flirting with another woman while I’m resting?]
“Lu!”
I was so delighted that my voice leaked out like a fool without my knowing. It was even a loud exclamation that drew everyone’s attention.
As I composed myself with a dignified expression as if nothing had happened, Natasha, who had returned the brooch to Trevia, looked at me with a serious face.
“…Just to be sure. Andert, can you see how many fingers I have?”
Looking at the index and middle fingers waving before my eyes, I answered nonchalantly.
“One.”
“Hmm.”
“…”
“How about letting Andert rest, Raphael. I’ve been feeling it for a while, but he doesn’t look well. Today’s schedule must have been sudden for him.”
Until Raphael, who agreed, gestured for me to leave, Trevia remained with her head bowed, clutching the brooch tightly in both hands.
‘God’s Guard.’
What could it be that made such a well-honed woman frightened like a child?
‘Lu? Can you hear me?’
I checked my bag, but the stone was still a stone, and Ash was still Ash.
Raphael, who had led me to the second floor bedroom, suddenly turned around while standing at the door.
“You, your appearance…”
He seemed worried about whether I would change back to Daisy’s form and wander around the imperial palace again.
“Don’t worry. I won’t cause any trouble.”
Raphael pushed me into the room with a face that wasn’t particularly relieved. Then he encouraged me with a stoic expression.
“Rest. We’ll discuss the details tomorrow. Tomorrow. Without fail.”
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