The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 272

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Part 2, Chapter 70

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The Sword Master’s condition is not good.

Compared to last night when I first realized this fact, today’s Sword Master at least had the face of a living person, but the fact that it was still the worst complexion of the past few days remained unchanged.

Last night. The Sword Master forcibly made me sleep when I was supposed to be on night watch and stayed up all night in my place.

From the sword of the Sword Master, who stared at the campfire with a half-dead face, came a voice more intense than before.

-Must protect.

-This nightmare will never end.

It was not a very good sign.

I watched the Sword Master until sunrise, but fortunately there were no particular signs yet. Yes, not yet.

“Team 2’s turn. Move out!”

“Move out!”

Let’s meet alive! Someone from Team 3 shouted loudly. In response, several Supply Managers from Team 2 waved their hands vigorously.

Team 3 would move to Solitorc, the final destination, after we left.

Then, for the first time since entering the Wall of Fire, my eyes met with Black Mask’s.

A deep smile was forming in his black pupils. His exposed lower jaw whispered to me. ‘Hello.’ I raised my middle finger and turned my back.

“What could that western pervert be thinking, following these people?”

Lu, who smiled crookedly, turned his head away from Black Mask and answered.

“He must be missing his old lover.”

“You mean Rien? What a terrible picture.”

But if they truly had exchanged the same emotions as us in the past… wouldn’t it be possible to truly miss someone?

As if my doubt was obvious, Lu’s smile became even clearer.

“Well. Maybe that could be true. Spolia must be having quite a stomachache because of me right now.”

“You mean he’s jealous of you? Why?”

Lu slowly interlaced his fingers with mine and left a gentle kiss on the back of my hand. Then he immediately met my eyes and whispered lovingly.

“Because you appeared.”

“…”

“It’s disgusting but… he truly yearns for it. The emotion called love.”

Ah, god who yearns for love.

That name is Spolia of the West.

‘I understand even less.’

He yearns for love so he misses Rien? Are emotions detachable tools for Spolia? To be able to long for someone he once called for elimination again. It was hard to imagine.

In any case, Team 2 began their journey along the lower route to the final destination ‘Solitorc’. Perhaps because the number of people had drastically reduced from over 70 to around 20, the movement felt much easier.

However, as the number of people to rely on decreased, Team 2’s atmosphere was tighter and more anxious than ever. The team atmosphere was a mess, so it couldn’t help but be more unsettling.

When Team 3 had moved far enough to no longer be visible.

I remembered an existence I had completely forgotten.

‘Right, Michèle’s note.’

I think the first note said to check it when we arrived at the first point. Before it got any later, I unfolded the note marked with the number ‘1’.

The first sentence wasn’t particularly impressive.

【Be careful of the Sword Master’s party.】

‘Well, Baron Fiyora said something similar.’

But what came next was unexpected.

【It’s a party with various trash in one bag, but the most dangerous is the leader, the Sword Master.】

For a moment, his appearance from last night came to mind.

“Your complexion doesn’t look good. Go back to Camp Site of Team 2 and rest…”

“Forget it. Leave me alone.”

Eyes with unfocused pupils.

Blood vessels clearly protruding up to his chin and unstable breathing. Strange muttering.

That appearance was like…

【The Sword Master suffers from a serious mental illness. Due to confidentiality clauses, it’s not known to the public, but all casualties in teams the Sword Master belonged to were killed by the Sword Master himself.】

Like.

【Be careful during late nights, or when the Sword Master stares alone at walls or empty space. You must never approach closely.】

It reminded me of the complete assimilation of a Black Knight.

‘…Hmm.’

So that was it.

I looked over the Sword Master’s party again with fresh eyes.

Two Mages who didn’t suit the skilled Sword Master at all.

‘Surprising. Whatever their reputation, these two ultimately didn’t run away even after experiencing the Sword Master’s incomplete assimilation.’

And Jin.

I could completely understand what feelings Jin had for staying.

‘She couldn’t abandon another Black Knight like herself.’

Should I call it a sense of kinship between time bombs that could explode at any moment?

Whatever the case, one thing was certain.

The Sword Master would soon fall into complete assimilation.

To the final destination called the death of a Black Knight.

“He’s a lucky bastard.”

Lu, who had been examining the note beside me, recited gently in passing.

“Thanks to our Daisy belonging to Team 2, he’ll avoid the worst ending. This is like using up all the luck of a lifetime.”

“Is it that much? You’re praising me so much I don’t know where to put myself.”

I also informed Weatherwax Baroness of this fact just in case. His reaction was that it wasn’t surprising.

“Among Inspectors who reached mastery at a young age, Duke Jenail was the only one who wasn’t unstable. Of course, even he, who was remarkably strong, showed particularly weak aspects to war trauma…”

Weatherwax Baroness, who had been looking at me with a meaningful face, turned his head forward again.

“I’ll also keep a careful watch on this side for the time being. Tell me immediately if you get a bad feeling.”

“Understood.”

The first day was easy.

Since the two days until we reached Solitorc were scheduled to be peaceful, I decided to focus on teaching Jin whenever I had spare time.

Especially when the sun set and we prepared to camp, Jin would lead me to a location 50 meters away from the campsite, and when I asked why.

“Didn’t you say it was a sword technique directly created by Lord Andert? Sword techniques are secrets. The transmission process shouldn’t be easily shown to just anyone.”

“They wouldn’t be able to follow it even if they saw it anyway.”

“Still, it’s not allowed. Do you know why renowned Inspectors flocked to Berkleygraytown in the past? There might have been desire for that power and prestige, but above all, it was to receive transmission of His Grace the Duke’s sword techniques. There’s nothing more coveted than learning the secrets of the world’s greatest Inspector.”

The world’s greatest Inspector.

If it were anyone else I might not agree, but if it’s Weatherwax Baroness, I acknowledge it. Of course, ‘limited to humans’ would have to be attached in front… kek.

Under the night sky where the Milky Way flowed like running water.

Jin looked at me with eyes sparkling brighter than starlight. I awkwardly swallowed a cough and drew my sword.

“…”

Seeing the broken sword, I borrowed a sword from Jin and drew it again.

Then I asked for understanding and sprinkled some of our drinking water on her hair.

“This is Demon Sword Technique 1st Sword Art.”

…What was the name again. Was it dry cleaning?

Jin, who became fluffy with one cut, nodded without looking surprised at all.

“It’s that technique you often showed at the Weatherwax Estate.”

Did I? I think I might have.

I wet Jin’s hair with water again.

“The 2nd Sword Art is swordplay without a sword.”

When I roughly swung the scabbard, Jin’s hair became twice as fluffy. This time her face was definitely surprised.

“The 3rd Sword Art is also swordplay without a sword.”

I lightly flicked my finger and sent out energy in the form of sword qi.

“My goodness…”

This time her face was greatly surprised. There was still one more step left.

“The 4th Sword Art is also swordplay without a sword.”

I swung my arm wide, unleashing a massive scythe-shaped energy in one strike. A tree that had been standing tall beyond the grass field fell with a loud thud. Seeing this, Jin shot up from her seat.

“That’s the technique I saw in the Killing Field!”

“Right. The maid is the cleaning leader.”

Jin looked at me with a serious expression.

“Please call it the 4th Sword Technique.”

Why…

As if reflecting on the swordsmanship I had shown, Jin closed her eyes and breathed quietly before suddenly calling out to me.

“May I ask you something?”

“Speak.”

“Can sword techniques that don’t require a sword still be defined as sword techniques?”

Hmm.

Indeed. That’s a reasonable question.

After we had been lost in thought together for several minutes, Jin shook her head again.

“I think I was wrong, Lord Andert. Unlike you, I’m not at the level where I can control sword energy with my bare hands, so either way, I have to use a sword, don’t I? If I have to use a sword, then that makes it swordsmanship. Demon Sword Technique is indeed a sword technique.”

After that, I taught Jin the flexible application of sword energy rather than technical sword movements.

She had made quite remarkable progress over the past 4 years, absorbing everything I explained like a fluffy teddy bear.

“The energy doesn’t start from the sword, but spreads through the blood to the entire body…”

At some point, she even became lost in her own world, no longer aware of my presence.

It’s right to leave her alone at times like this.

While passing through the sparsely populated chrysanthemum field that had grown up to my knees, I suddenly thought of the young boy.

It was during the time when unexpected teachings continued and I thought of Jin. There were even days when I fell into trivial thoughts, wondering if the day would come when the two would meet, or if Jin would still have the upper hand even after 10 years.

As I traced back the past, I became curious again about whether the young boy was still alive.

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