The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 264

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Part 2, Chapter 62

Such a hardline attitude.

What could it mean?

“Legion must have given secret missions to the three parties. Who knows what they’ll do using the support guild as a shield. In reality, support guild members have the highest mortality rate in all missions.”

The Weatherwax Baroness asked.

“How high?”

“50 percent.”

“What about party members and administrators?”

“About 10 percent and 15 percent respectively.”

About a four-fold difference. No matter how few support guild members there were, it was a strange figure.

After her advice, I observed the Sword Master quite carefully, but I didn’t see anything particularly strange.

‘To Jin… there’s probably no need to ask.’

It was too delicate to bring up. If I probed with ‘I heard you guys received some strange mission. What mission is it?’, Jin could easily be put in an awkward position.

Well, it’ll work out somehow. Lu and the Weatherwax Baroness are here too.

“Lord Andert!”

I turned at the familiar voice that suddenly reached me. Ricky, wrapped in bandages here and there, was hurriedly approaching while leaning on crutches.

When I raised my hand meaning for her to stop and approached, she obediently stood in place and waited.

“Ricky, are you feeling alright?”

“Yes! I’m perfectly fine! Thank you for saving me! It’s all thanks to you, Lord Andert. I’ll definitely repay this debt someday!”

“It’s hardly a debt. What about Michèle?”

“She woke up a few hours ago too! And this…”

Ricky, who had been frantically rummaging through her belongings, handed me two roughly folded notes. They looked lumpy, as if torn from a notebook.

“These are notes that Michèle wanted to deliver to you personally, Lord Andert. She can’t move at all because of her broken legs, so I insisted on stopping her.”

Ash. You must have set Michèle down a bit roughly.

“Ah. Wait a moment! D-don’t open them!”

Ricky, who had been looking around, lowered her head and gestured to me. I don’t know why everyone has so many secrets.

“Michèle told me… to open the first note at the first point, and the second note at the second point. And absolutely- don’t show them to anyone.”

When I nodded, relief spread across Ricky’s face. I extended my hand toward her.

“You’ve worked hard all this time.”

Ricky, with a flushed red face, wiped her hands on her collar this way and that before grasping my hand.

“Don’t say such things! I’m the one who’s grateful! P-please keep those notes safe. Even though Michèle may not look like it… she really knows a lot. They’ll be helpful.”

I know that much.

Though her first impression was about on the level of Count Raghwirten, if used well, she was definitely useful. The contents written in the notes must also be important.

Not long after sending Ricky away, the general manager of Corpinium Base appeared.

Rather than standing on the dais giving a plausible pep talk, he went around to each team, shaking hands or patting shoulders one by one.

When my turn came.

“…It will be dangerous. I hope you return alive.”

Really now. Every single one of them twists their whole body to heighten the sense of crisis.

Not long after, a loud shout came from the front.

“Move out!”

“Moving out! Teams 2 and 3, slowly move forward!”

No fires are lit.

As the 77 people’s steps left the base, the iron gate behind us closed with a heavy sound. Several people looked back at the base’s iron gate closing firmly in the darkness. With eyes filled with tension and fear.

It’s quiet.

No one easily opened their mouth.

There were only the sounds of wheels turning on the cart carrying purification agents, occasional short coughs, and breathing sounds.

Our first destination revealed itself at the foot of the hill after an hour of travel.

Waves of flames blazing around a massive forest.

‘The Wall of Fire.’

The whole world is bright.

Compared to the length of the wall, the smoke rising to the sky wasn’t that much.

The Wall of Fire is expanding very slowly but surely. That small but constantly burning smoke was proof of it.

“How much closer do Corpinium Base and the Wall of Fire get each year?”

“1km. So far it’s closed by about 4km, and as of yesterday, the distance between them was also 4km.”

Will Corpinium Base be swallowed by the Wall of Fire in 4 years?

“We’ve arrived in front of the Wall of Fire! Stand by momentarily!”

“Stand by!”

Movement stops.

I heard that the Wall of Fire goes out exactly four times a year, for precisely 3 minutes each time at designated locations.

Though it looks like ordinary fire, it’s strictly the flames of death lit by the demigod Rien. Since it absolutely cannot be extinguished by ordinary magic, once fire attaches to skin, it burns until it reaches bone unless limbs are cut off.

However, in the current situation where negotiations have broken down, I couldn’t be certain whether the Wall of Fire would go out.

“Oh Deus. Grant me mercy and blessing. Mercy and blessing…”

“Move supplies forward!”

“Move supplies forward! Hey, you! Don’t space out and move quickly! Do you want to burn everyone behind you to death!?”

“I’m sorry! M-moving!”

“Oh Deus, please protect me from the flames of disaster…”

In short, what lies ahead is the true first gateway.

The surroundings, which had been dark, brighten for the first time. This is because when crossing the Wall of Fire, we must not become obstacles to each other.

Then.

There was a whisper that suddenly came from the darkness.

“What business did you have at Trash Hill?”

It was the Sword Master.

He stood with his gaze fixed straight ahead, arms crossed, as if nailed in place.

“Since you’re the famous Andert Pager, I understand even less. There’s no way you really came looking for me at Jin’s behest… of course not. What was your purpose?”

“Is that town yours?”

The Sword Master glanced at me. His gaze was as cold and chilly as the magic he used. The young guy had a face like he’d experienced all the harsh things in the world, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

“Or let’s share it a bit, young man. If you suspect everything one by one like that, you’ll end up missing what’s most important.”

A bitter sneer crossed his well-formed oval face.

“Playing the grandfather, are we?”

“Want me to spank your bottom?”

“Deflecting topics with stupid remarks seems to be your specialty, but I won’t fall for it.”

The last supply cart passed by me. The Sword Master’s eyes watching the rear of that cart were utterly emotionless.

“Don’t suspect you? …Well. I can’t do that, if only because of that woman who suddenly came on Banahal’s airship during the crisis. I’m not an idiot, you see.”

Kids these days are quite perceptive. When will our Jin become perceptive?

“Everyone prepare in position!”

“Prepare in position!”

People begin filling the space where supplies passed. In the chaotic atmosphere, only the Sword Master’s voice was clearly audible.

“I don’t trust you. I won’t force you to trust me either, so let’s each do well without interfering with each other’s work. We’re not the kind to smile and entrust our backs to each other, are we?”

Look who’s talking.

“Is there any work besides the mission to deliver purification agents?”

Our eyes met only briefly.

His silhouette smoothly disappears among the bustling people. Leaving behind a short remark filled with mockery.

“There is. Always.”

The moment all personnel found their positions.

A brief silence descended.

“…”

“…”

I think I heard the sound of someone holding back tears.

Soon a sharp shout shattered the air frozen solid with tension.

“Entering the Wall of Fire in 3 seconds!”

“Entry in 3 seconds!”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

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