The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 240

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Part 2, Chapter 38

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Deep within Legion, in the Contaninos Republic.

On marble tiles that spread majestically without a single blade of grass, massive limestone sculptures stand in two rows, reaching toward the sky.

The sculptures depicting various forms—men, women, elderly, youth, and children—all bear a single name.

“Oh Deus.”

Deus.

The one true god of this land and creator of all life who bestowed reason and morality upon humanity.

The idol of the Western Continent who sometimes appears as a child, sometimes as a youth, sometimes as an old woman to save the unfortunate before departing.

Two believers walking slowly between the sculptures, their heads covered with white cloth, bowed respectfully before each Deus statue.

In their left hands they held sacred crucibles, and with their right hands they sprinkled holy water from the crucibles onto the sculptures.

“Blessings upon your child.”

“Love upon your child.”

Behind them followed a knight clad in magnificent silver armor.

The knight’s pace was neither fast nor slow, with their gaze fixed solely ahead. Red plumes extended from the helmet that covered their entire face, fluttering behind them like wind.

The towering obelisk that pierced Legion’s blue sky came into view. The abandoned temple the knight was heading toward was located just behind that obelisk.

If the hands and feet of Legion were the Citizens’ Assembly and the Senate, then the abandoned temple beyond this path was Legion’s heart.

The oldest temple that once served Deus.

The sacred ground protected by Spolia, the demigod of the Western Continent.

As the believers stepped back, someone standing beside the obelisk greeted the knight.

“Dunain, the siblings are waiting.”

The knight removed their helmet and climbed the steps of the abandoned temple.

No emotion could be felt from the woman’s face that was revealed. The knight, Dunain, lightly pushed open the thick door at the top of the stairs.

Inside the reverent atmosphere, a massive marble round table was placed.

Seven chairs.

Five attendees in total.

Thud.

As Dunain sat in her chair, the door closed as if it had been waiting. The silence around the round table was broken when the blond man who sat afterward, Second, opened his mouth.

“Father has chosen Andert Pager, Dunain.”

Andert Pager.

A name that had disappeared eight years ago appeared again. Since his survival had already been communicated to everyone, no one was shocked to the point of fainting.

“If Mother were to bear that man’s child, the probability of birthing the most outstanding divine knight among us would be high.”

At this, the silver-haired mage sitting across from Dunain, Third, smiled bitterly.

“What boring talk. Do you think all children are like their parents? Rather, irredeemable trash might be born. You know that’s not such a rare occurrence.”

The dark-haired middle-aged man, Fourth, who had been quietly observing, added his words.

“Sister’s words aren’t wrong either. But what if Andert Pager has reached the realm of unity of mind and body? Could offspring born between gods truly be trash?”

“Quiet.”

Dunain, who had calmed her siblings, removed the necklace she was wearing and placed it on the round table.

“Mother has granted us two truths. All siblings, bring out your emblems. The emblems will provide the answers.”

At this, the four siblings seated at the round table also brought out their emblems in turn.

Someone had a ring, someone had earrings, someone had their hand, someone had a sword. They were all different forms, but there was a commonality.

Namely, that they all had the same brilliant purple gemstone embedded in them as Trevia’s.

Second looked around at everyone.

“What shall we ask?”

“We should ask about Andert Pager, shouldn’t we? If he refuses Father, we’ll have to drag him and offer him ourselves.”

“How could a human who would refuse Father exist in this world? He is a great demigod, and all humans are instinctively enchanted by him.”

Fourth shook his head.

“Your claim is true, but as I said before, it would be different if Andert Pager has reached the realm of unity of mind and body.”

The silver-haired mage closed her eyes deeply and then opened them.

“…Hard to believe. That such a young man might have crossed the fourth wall.”

“Since he’s one who returned from death, the probability that he achieved enlightenment is high, Sister. Kalerpa achieved it at an even younger age, so it’s not impossible.”

“Who knows. Maybe he didn’t return from death but was lucky enough to survive and wanted to recuperate. Or perhaps he lost his memory from great shock and came to his senses belatedly.”

“Is there no clear information about him yet?”

“It hasn’t even been a week since Andert Pager suddenly revealed himself. Detailed information is woefully insufficient.”

Tap, tap.

At the sound of tapping on the round table, everyone’s gaze turned to one place.

A young boy with long red hair tied up in a single bundle bared his white teeth with blatant mockery.

“Hey- stop repeating stupid talk, and if you can’t figure it out even after racking your brains, just ask. Didn’t you say Father met him? If we ask, we’ll get an answer.”

Though his speech was somewhat rough, everyone’s gaze turned to Dunain as if they rightfully agreed.

When Dunain nodded.

Third looked down at the earrings she had carefully placed and opened her lips.

“Beloved Father. Has Andert Pager achieved unity of mind and body?”

As soon as the question ended, four emblems glowed brightly. It was an affirmative sign.

Third took a deep breath and let out an exclamation.

“Amazing, amazing! And very interesting. If by any chance he… truly does not accept Father…”

“We would have an opportunity to hunt a god.”

“How regrettable that not all siblings know of this interesting story! Why didn’t Trevia and the Sword Master attend? When an opportunity to kill a god might come to our siblings!”

Passionate cheers echoed through the abandoned temple. But the excited atmosphere didn’t last long.

“Stop that vulgar wench-like speech, Sister. Why didn’t they attend? You call that a question now? Our great Sword Master sibling has never attended a round table meeting even once!”

At the young boy’s mockery, Third’s eyes facing him turned coldly rigid.

“Don’t go against my mood, Fifth.”

“Haha. So stop the vulgar wench-like speech? It’s not me who’s going against Sister’s mood. It’s someone who acts arrogantly with Father’s favor behind them…!”

“Do not lose your dignity.”

Dunain unhesitatingly stopped the young boy, Fifth’s raised voice.

“Lower your voice before the round table. If you raise your voice any further, I’ll expel you from the Emperor’s Guard.”

Fifth, who let out a hollow laugh, moved his lips with fierce eyes.

“Your arbitrary decisions are really getting old, Dunain.”

“And the Sword Master has already arrived.”

“…What?”

Creak.

Simultaneously with his question, the door of the abandoned temple opened smoothly.

Everyone held their breath for a moment.

Soon, humming that was pleasant to hear but accompanied an eerie feeling contrary to the atmosphere echoed.

“Hmm, hmm.”

The man who entered against the backdrop of the fading sunlight was tall and slender. His shortly tied blond hair had a beautiful luster, and his gait was also full of leisure.

He didn’t even look around at the audience. He seemed to have not even a speck of interest in who was attending.

The abandoned temple was quiet.

The man seated in silence, the Sword Master, suddenly rummaged in his chest and pulled out something to throw on the round table.

Clink, clink…

The object that bounced in an arc and stopped at an awkward position was a sibling’s emblem.

An unadorned, raw gemstone.

In the chilled atmosphere, he alone smiled brightly and said.

“Why? Continue.”

Fifth glared with a sneer.

“Haha. Acting high and mighty despite being conspicuously late. Huh?”

“Ah, right. I’ve evolved one stage with good momentum. At least now I attend.”

Watching such a Sword Master with interested eyes, the silver-haired mage gestured toward the sibling’s emblem with her chin.

“How about piercing it into earrings like me? You’re a pretty child, so it would suit you with a different feeling.”

“Thank you for the lovely compliment, Sister. But unfortunately, making holes in my body isn’t my taste.”

Third looked at the Sword Master, who unlike other siblings spoke in a gentle tone and even wore a bright smile, and smiled with satisfaction.

“Oh my, is that so? For someone like that, you quite often wear that cute jewel on one ear.”

A smile deepened around the Sword Master’s eyes.

Long fingers traced up her own chin before touching the right earlobe. As well-manicured nails brushed against the soft cream-colored pearl, it seemed to produce a pleasant melody.

“It’s not on a level worth comparing.”

“With what?”

“With anything.”

The Sword Master’s eyes, which had been wandering through the air, stopped on Dunain. Reading the meaning in that gaze, Dunain commanded everyone.

“Enough idle chatter. Let’s continue with the meeting now.”

It was time to decide Andert Pager’s treatment.

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