The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 252

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Part 2, Chapter 50

The next evening.

The passenger ship safely arrived at Ostita Port.

I had always only heard about it like it was someone else’s business, but this was my first time ever setting foot in the Kontaninos Republic.

So as I gazed at the bright lights of the port shining through the cabin window, I seemed to be swept up in anticipation of opening the door to a new world.

Like when I first visited Astrosia, I wanted to enjoy the exotic scents and scenery that I couldn’t feel in Pen Rota. Even though the purpose of boarding this ship wasn’t tourism.

But such expectations of mine were shattered to pieces the moment I disembarked.

Due to the countless reporters camped out in front of the dock…

“Ah. As expected, many people have come!”

The outdoor terrace at the stern where people had ebbed away like low tide.

Baron Piyora, who had been sitting at the table next to me reviewing various documents while leaning against the lighting, stood by the railing and let out an exclamation of admiration.

“It seems quite a few people from Legion have come to greet us too. So… perhaps high-ranking officials or elder-level figures have come instead of ordinary civil servants as usual.”

Click, click.

The sound of shutters already began going off. Seeing noise and cheers mixing into the relatively quiet night air, it seemed that bastard had disembarked.

“Yeonwang has disembarked.”

Hmm.

When I focused my hearing on Yeonwang’s voice, I could hear words like “If possible, no, we must have a handshake scene as the headline…”

From yesterday until this evening, his tiresome attention had made me sick of it.

If it wasn’t my imagination, Yeonwang seemed to have sent someone to knock on my cabin door every hour.

Baron Piyora, who couldn’t stand watching anymore, even changed my cabin for me. She seemed to have stayed elsewhere, leaving our cabin empty, and thanks to that I received her kindness.

“What’s so good about a has-been like me.”

I really can’t understand the reason.

As for heroes who distinguished themselves in the Magical War, Raphael and the Weatherwax Baroness are more famous, and I don’t have a particularly striking face either (compared to Lu, I’m just ordinary).

‘As expected… are they curious about the secret of survival?’

Sorry, but I can’t tell you that.

Because there would be people influenced by the insincere answer of “try dying and see.”

“You’re always so modest.”

Baron Piyora, who smiled softly, praised me.

“Even I was surprised when Prince Andert’s name was clearly written on the volunteer list, so how could Legion be any different? They’re probably preparing VIP treatment.”

I stood up, turning my back on Baron Piyora who was saying “How about going down now?”

And I slowly began stretching. Because of that Yeonwang bastard, I only slept in the cabin the whole time, so all my muscles seem to be stiff.

“…Prince Andert?”

“Baron Piyora. The meeting was in five days at Corpinium, right?”

“Yes? Ah, that’s right. It’s scheduled to take about half a day to travel to Sear Gat, and after resting there for two days, we’ll take an airship to Corpinium.”

When I examined the map, Corpinium was a strategic stronghold located between the Land of Death and the Wall of Fire. Being close to Banahal as well, it played an important role where support forces from the three countries gathered.

I looked at the Weatherwax Baroness while rotating my shoulders.

“Will you go straight to Sear Gat?”

He, who had been enjoying the night breeze with his eyes neatly closed, quietly moved his lips.

“If I don’t go right away. Are you planning to take this ship again and return to Pen Rota?”

“How could that be.”

The Weatherwax Baroness slightly opened one eye and gave a strange smile.

“You have the face of someone about to cause trouble again.”

“It’s not like that. Anyway, I’ll see you at Corpinium.”

I turned around and patted the shoulder of Baron Piyora, who had a bewildered expression.

“I have important business to attend to, so I need to go first. Let’s meet in five days at Corpinium, Baron. Thanks for your hard work yesterday and today.”

“Yes? You’re leaving… Wa, wait! Ander…!”

I threw myself into the sea.

Splash-

Cold seawater and bubbles enveloped me.

This is my first time jumping from this height, but it doesn’t seem bad. Except that the water is a bit salty.

I swam to the empty dock, avoiding the light rippling on the surface. When I climbed onto the deserted shore, Lu was waiting for me with Ash on her shoulder.

“You look unsightly walking around wet, Daisy.”

“A disadvantage of demon swordsmanship. It can’t dry the clothes you’re wearing.”

The beauty who chuckled lightly waved her hand and dried my entire body until it was fluffy. I received Ash and the bag from her.

“Then shall we go to Trash Hill for now?”

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The path from Ostita to the Banahel Kingdom wasn’t difficult.

After roughly looking around the vicinity, we boarded an airship around sunrise and arrived at Banahal’s capital, Center Flat.

From here to Trash Hill, there was no transportation available, so we walked almost running for about 10 hours without rest.

Sometimes Lu carried me on her back, especially whenever we encountered travelers, she would carry me without fail. Their appearance of looking us over with strange expressions as they passed became a modest entertainment of our journey.

Perhaps because of our destination. We had the longest conversation about what happened after Lu left Trash Hill four years ago.

The circumstances of meeting Grandmother Bluebell, the last successor of the Gray Hawk clan, the circumstances of teaching swordsmanship to the young boy, the circumstances of passing the pearl sword to that boy…

They were all memories as vivid as if they happened yesterday.

Late afternoon when dark clouds gathered and high humidity melted into the air.

When we arrived at Trash Hill after turning the winding road.

Everything had disappeared.

The site that had been more lively and bustling than any other neighborhood, despite the cold and fierce winds, had vanished without a trace.

All that was visible was ash. The blackened skeletons of burned houses. Collapsed roofs, abandoned furniture… The smell of smoke from the fire that burned four years ago still lingered on this land, stinging the nose with its acrid scent every time I breathed in.

Screech-

Ash, who flew up lightly, circled widely in the sky.

Was it remembering this land? I couldn’t tell if it was expressing regret or entering a state of vigilance.

When this place was engulfed in deadly flames, Ash, who was just a baby bird, was fast asleep on my bed. I thought it was fortunate that Lu didn’t forget to take care of Ash, even if belatedly.

New shoots were growing on the blackened mountain, but no one returned to the site where people had left.

‘It seemed like they lived around here.’

I searched through the collapsed debris, but there were no traces that remained in my memory.

Lu had been in an unpleasant mood ever since arriving here, so I couldn’t even throw out trivial jokes.

Passing through Trash Hill that had become a mountain of ash… I stood before traces where the time spent with one young boy remained vividly.

The tent was still there, but inside was completely empty.

“…A grave?”

In the ruined clearing, there was a grave made of sand with a wooden stick stuck on top of it.

Whose grave could it be?

The young boy and his older brother came to mind, but the thought was brief.

Because in the first place, stone graves honoring those who died in the flames were scattered throughout this ruined land.

I seemed to hear whistling from somewhere like a hallucination.

To me, it had only been a few weeks ago.

Perhaps that’s why I continued walking past the clearing, following my memories.

The forest hill I had climbed urgently. The low cliff overlooking the ruins. The thicket where I had run holding the young boy’s hand, now only desolate traces remained.

And…

At the end of the memories I was tracing.

Someone was standing there.

Only his back was visible, but the man’s posture was straight.

His height, standing on the trampled green grass that was sprouting again, was comparable to Raphael’s.

His light cream-colored blond hair, long enough to reach his shoulders, was short but neatly tied, and as inspectors usually do, a sword sheath hung at his left waist.

Not long after I recognized the man’s presence, he turned to look at me.

Drip, drop. The raindrops that had been teasingly swaying as if they would fall or not began to gradually grow thicker.

In the silence, the man gave a faint smile.

“…What incredible persistence. I didn’t expect you to chase me all the way here.”

Following his sword technique, his form shot toward me like lightning.

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