The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 256

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Part 2, Chapter 54

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I desperately realized the troublesome nature of the person called Andert Pager on the day I returned from Banahel Kingdom by airship to Ostita Port and tried to board the train to Corpinium.

“It’s Andert Pager!”

That one sentence was the beginning.

To make excuses, I was simply sitting in a corner of Ostita Station, feeding Ash some dried fruit snacks I had purchased at a high price nearby.

Chirp, chirp.

When receiving snacks, Ash was as affectionate as during his baby hawk days and cried like a baby. Watching Ash like that was one of my few hobbies.

I never thought that sight would draw people’s attention.

“Pager! Please shake my hand!”

“Andert Pager! Are you acquainted with the Sword Master?”

“I saw the newspaper, Andert Pager! Ever since news came that you disappeared right after entering Ostita Port, I’ve been waiting here for you!”

“My goodness, you really are that Pager I only knew through the media, aren’t you?”

“Many second-generation Empire citizens live settled in Ostita! Please give them a word of encouragement!”

“What’s the bird’s name?”

“Ash.”

Where am I and who am I?

People’s cheers weren’t unfamiliar. But just because they weren’t unfamiliar didn’t mean I was used to them.

I felt uncomfortable whenever I received presumptuous treatment and attention.

Of course, when I saw those who tried to pluck my hair claiming they’d pass it down through generations, I felt more than uncomfortable—my fists itched—but I couldn’t throw a tantrum in a space that wasn’t Midwintry’s marketplace.

These people welcomed me because I was a veteran of the Magical War.

But not all veterans received as much hospitality as I did.

They knew my name just by glancing at my face, recited my military record, and prayed for my future to be full of blessings.

But when a veteran who lost one leg visited Ostita Station, they didn’t chant his name or show interest like they did for me.

It was natural. Unless a fellow passenger happened to strike up conversation and ask ‘What happened to make you like that?’, who could recognize a veteran?

But I felt uncomfortable.

To me, these cheers sounded like cheers stolen from someone else’s share.

“Move aside!”

Then, someone pushed through the crowd and gradually approached me.

“Damn it, I said move! I’ll report all of you for obstruction of official duties if you don’t disappear right now! You’re like rats!”

Huff, huff. The figure who appeared breathing heavily was someone familiar to me. He brushed off his shoulders with a very displeased face.

“Such undignified people… Phew… They only think about themselves anyway!”

A male official from Legion.

He, who was etched in my memory with his constantly nagging expression, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief from his pocket and then grabbed my hand with a click.

“Let’s leave this place immediately and go to the airport, Andert Pager. You’ll have to borrow the seat next to the pilot, but it’ll be much more comfortable than boarding a train in this commotion!”

This guy… was he always this reliable?

I grabbed the man’s hand as if it were a lifeline from God and left the station.

Thanks to him spitting and making personal attacks and threats whenever strangers approached aggressively, I was able to safely reach the airship despite the trail of human filth following like linked candy.

“It’s fortunate you ran into me. Really, truly, I didn’t think you’d actually come here…”

He glanced at me and cleared his throat loudly, raising his voice.

“Ahem. Your sudden disappearance almost made my work very troublesome! S-seeing you wandering around the station in your original form, I guess you didn’t know your face had become famous even in our Kontaninos Republic!”

“That’s about right. Sorry for making you worry.”

“Where did you go?”

“Just… to a place where I once died…”

“D-died?”

The man looked a bit flustered.

By then, we had walked briskly for about 30 minutes without rest, passed through the staff corridor, and arrived at an airship preparing for takeoff.

In front of the airship, a female official as familiar as the man was waiting, stamping her feet.

“You’re here! But that… Andert Pager’s complexion…”

“He’s in a state of mental and physical weakness. Prepare a blanket and warm milk.”

“Mental and physical weakness? I-I understand for now.”

Like a newborn child, I was led by the hands of a woman whose head was two sizes smaller than mine and protectively loaded into the compartment behind the cockpit.

Vrooom-

The loud mechanical noise began to muffle my ears. In the midst of it, the female official introduced herself well.

“Let me introduce myself once more. I-it’s an honor to meet you like this! I’m Ricky from Legion Guild’s Support Management Department, Andert Pager! Please take care of me!”

I checked that Ash was doing well without being startled and nodded weakly.

“Right, I’m the mentally and physically weak Andert Pager… And you are?”

“Cough, m-me, you mean?”

The man who was hastily drinking water pounded his chest and asked back. When I nodded, he turned his head away and answered awkwardly.

“I’m… Michèle from the same department. Since Ricky here is in charge of the Gray Window anyway, you probably won’t see me again.”

“Yes! I still have many shortcomings, so I’m learning from my senior! Senior Michèle is so amazing that his work processing skills are among the top three in Legion!”

“Ahem. Stop the nonsense there!”

“Ah, y-yes, yes!”

The woman Ricky, who straightened her back with a disciplined face, seemed busy unlike Michèle who now seemed to have relaxed a bit.

I wondered what was so urgent that she was rummaging through her bag.

“Andert Pager! If it’s alright with you, I’ll give you a brief briefing about the upcoming schedule!”

Now?

In this noise?

Thinking she had impressive stamina, I nodded.

Then Ricky held up something spoon-shaped in her hand and pointed at the inner wall of the airship. Clear black letters appeared on the hull.

【For Andert Pager,</p】

who may be unfamiliar with modern culture,

6th Wall of Fire Entry Briefing>

Following that, applause sounds echoed. What was that? Some kind of sound effect?

“There are a total of four parties entering the Wall of Fire this time! Listed in ranking order: Sword Master party, Yeonwang party, Black Mask party, and Sier Gat party.”

Black Mask, that perverted bastard is coming too?

‘Of course, since Spolia is a god of the Western Continent, it wouldn’t be strange for him to enter the Wall of Fire directly.’

Since our first meeting was so unpleasant, I didn’t really want to clash with him.

What came to mind next was the geography inside the Wall of Fire.

“Each party will move separately from their respective starting points. After two days, everyone will converge at the midpoint, then reach the final destination together before returning individually. No party has been completely wiped out during the return process yet, but casualties have occurred every time, so you must be careful.”

The point marked ‘Sword Master party’ was positioned on the bottommost route among the four routes, and the subsequent routes weren’t marked, probably for security reasons.

What appeared next was a large question mark.

‘?’

Q&A

“We heard through the guild that you’re not yet familiar with the guild and party system, Pager. Do you have any questions about the Sword Master party?”

It was a timely question and answer session.

“Who is the Sword Master?”

“…”

“I saw Yeonwang on the way here. Is the Sword Master that style too?”

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