The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 242

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Part 2, Chapter 40

Raphael says nothing.

“….”

And I was also silent.

“….”

Looking up at his merciless red eyes, I recalled the warning I heard just before falling asleep.

“Rest. We’ll discuss the details tomorrow. Tomorrow. Without fail.”

Right, he definitely said something like that.

But to encounter him in my original form of all times. Raphael is going to bombard me with nagging.

But I’m in a hurry day by day. Still, I fully understand Raphael’s concern for me, so I guess I have no choice but to inform him of my situation with a three-line summary.

“Are you returning to Weatherwax, Baroness Weatherwax.”

It was an unexpectedly calm question, not agitated.

What? He doesn’t seem to be in a bad mood today. I wondered if the matter with Trevis or whatever was resolved well, so I immediately went into a three-line summary.

“I encountered Rien 4 years ago and nearly died. But that perverted bastard hasn’t given up on me yet and is even tormenting my household. I need to go back and assess the situation.”

Raphael’s brow furrowed instantly.

“Nearly died? What exactly do you mean by that?”

“Literally. When I recovered and woke up, 4 years had passed? Oh, let me say in advance that I don’t hold any grudges. I definitely don’t hold grudges, but he’ll certainly keep targeting me. My heart is his goal.”

He clutched his forehead and let out a deep sigh.

“Haa… This damn bastard. What? Heart? Calamity Lien is targeting your heart? After hovering between life and death for 4 years, you act like nothing happened…!”

He reached out as if to grab me by the collar, but soon realized I was Daisy and clenched his fist tightly.

“You….”

Raphael gritted his teeth and caught his breath.

Look at those threatening tendons protruding over the back of his hand. If I had been in Andert’s form, he would have definitely hit me. Long live Daisy.

“What do you plan to do after returning?”

“Nothing’s decided.”

Actually there is, but I held back my words for fear he’d nag me saying ‘If you just regained consciousness, you should rest and share future plans, do you want to struggle north again and unluckily hover between life and death for another 4 years before we meet again?’

“Fine, Baroness Weatherwax.”

He placed his hands on both hips, let out a short sigh, and (glared at) me.

“…You don’t need to worry about Trevia Meshita’s matter. I roughly resolved it on this end.”

“That’s fortunate. I thought I’d be unable to move and sold off to foreign lands.”

But how did he resolve it?

Before I could ask, Raphael turned his back and waved his hand lightly.

“Go home first. I’ll see you again in Midwintry.”

See me again. The nuance feels a bit strange. Does he mean he’ll send a letter or something?

Then, lightning suddenly struck my mind.

This sensation is, yes, anxiety. See you again in Midwintry, he said…? Don’t tell me he’s coming all the way to Midwintry to continue his nagging….

The moment I tried to grab his arm to tell him to take back those words. A figure appeared like the wind and blocked Raphael.

An unfamiliar but once-encountered face.

It was Lu.

His appearance, which I could now properly observe, had the face of a young woman who had just turned twenty.

Long blonde hair fluttering in the gentle breeze was dazzling like sunlight, and the smile spreading across her small face overflowed with vitality.

A somewhat crude-designed dress that couldn’t be easily seen in the Imperial Palace and worn shoes. The appearance of carrying a large brown bag that seemed inherited from her father felt exactly like an innocent country maiden.

“Hello, Your Grace Duke Jenail? The weather is quite hot today. Summer must be coming soon.”

Unlike the lively Lu (woman), Raphael’s expression couldn’t be seen. It was natural, since he had his back turned to me.

However, recalling the long experience I had with him, that back was definitely one that had much to say but was holding back words.

Seeing him pause briefly then continue walking his path confirmed it. So, it seemed like… he reacted as if he knew it was Lu.

Lu approached me without losing her smile.

“Shall we return? I already told Duke Hailo that I had urgent business and needed to go back briefly.”

“In that form?”

Lu’s smile deepened.

“Yes. The appearance of a pretty and innocent country maiden who freed you from Spolia’s clutches.”

He took my hand and led me to board a carriage that was waiting in advance.

“Spolia’s clutches means….”

“Right, it’s about that stupid Meshita who demanded you while citing the 70-year agreement.”

I recalled the mysteriously crazy bastard I met on the train to Brishu.

“You people… those who overcame walls through the ordeal called the Magical War. Talents who reached heights to become the fifth gods, we have been tracking and searching for a long time.”

Did the ‘we’ he mentioned then refer to the Emperor’s Guard that Trevia was talking about?

“What exactly is this Emperor’s Guard?”

Lu’s smile that had been lingering at the corners of his mouth twisted subtly.

“It’s Spolia’s precious gallery. Should I call it a glass greenhouse where the most cherished dolls are separately collected and beautifully displayed.”

“Dolls?”

“Children.”

“Children? You’re saying he gathered children from all over to create the Emperor’s Guard?”

Of course, I heard that Spolia is the second oldest after Lu, so assuming he’s about 150 years old and a womanizer no less than the Weatherwax Baroness, if he conquered numerous women and had 150 children….

“Half are children he bore directly.”

Half.

‘Ah, so Spolia was a woman. Since the form I met on the train was male, I naturally assumed he would be a man.’

For me to fall into such an error when I have Lu beside me. Right, half are children Spolia bore through labor pains… then the other half… who bore them?

A man couldn’t have given birth. The only possibility is transforming into a man and….

“Don’t tell me, highly advanced transformation magic can even change reproductive functions….”

“It can’t. If a man transforms into a woman’s appearance, would a uterus appear? You could create one, I suppose. But that would be fake. Touching reproductive abilities is God’s domain. No one can interfere with it. Except for one person.”

Then that one person is.

“Spolia.”

Lu nodded as if I guessed correctly.

“That guy awakened the power of life. He can’t resist pioneer blood… He’ll try to possess beautiful and brave heroes like you by any means necessary.”

‘Then I can’t definitively say she’s a woman either.’

Strange.

Normally he would smile ominously and ask ‘Shall I kill them?’ but he just makes a displeased expression and stops there. Is such an attitude part of the concept of his current appearance?

“I must have slept for a long time. Everything I hear feels completely new.”

“You’ve finally developed interest in the world, our Daisy. Being ignorant isn’t necessarily bad, but knowing various things makes it much more convenient to move around.”

When I return to Weatherwax, I should find out exactly what events occurred while I was asleep.

“…Ah. Lu, so why did you say you changed to that appearance?”

“If I make you married, you can’t be forcibly dragged away, so I personally became that means.”

Familiar logic.

“How did you explain it to Trevia?”

Instead of answering, he showed me the book he was holding in his arms.

【Volume 1: The Hero Who Regained His Memory Obsesses Over Me】

Haha.

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We arrived in Midwintry.

Was it thanks to the events of the past week? The Weatherwax Manor I encountered once again… no, the Gray Window Guild headquarters looked quite impressive, unlike before.

The headquarters had a quiet atmosphere, unlike before when it was bustling. It was so quiet that there wasn’t even anyone to welcome the ‘real Guild Master’ who had returned.

Is the Assassin Butler waiting in the office?

I climbed the stairs and opened the office door. Then, a man who had taken a seat on the ‘real Guild Master’s’ reception sofa without permission raised his head.

A welcoming smile followed.

“Ah, you’re here? You arrived earlier than expected.”

The back of my neck throbs.

It was the Weatherwax Baroness.

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