The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 287

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Part 2, Chapter 85

His blue eyes began to sway aimlessly like a sailboat left adrift on a tsunami.

I grabbed his face and pulled him closer.

“Look at me.”

I could feel his gaze, as if swimming through a dream, slowly but thoroughly scanning my features.

“Don’t listen to the sword’s voice, look at me, young boy.”

The focus meeting mine flickered with light at times and lost it at others. He was barely holding onto the thread of reason, captivated by the sword’s resonance.

“Break free from that guilt that’s oppressing you. You need to know that I’m not the least bit happy when you whip yourself like that.”

The Sword Master barely managed to speak in a hoarse voice.

“…Lies.”

“Maintain your breathing.”

Following the arsenic-filled with disgust, the Sword Master grabbed my throat. I could feel his fingertips trembling slightly against my artery.

“Is this mental magic you’ve cast? Ridiculous. Such crude tricks don’t work on me.”

“I told you to look at me, young boy.”

“When the hell did the trap…Damn it, I should have brought that bastard Golden Mage…!”

“Stop!”

I came to my senses and struck the Sword Master’s cheek with my fist. Perhaps because my hand lacked proper strength due to worry for him, the Sword Master only staggered briefly but didn’t release his grip on my throat.

Even though it was clearly an action threatening to twist my neck if things went wrong…

Why did his touch feel so desperate?

“I’m fine… I’m right here, perfectly intact.”

His hazy gaze, which had been half-turned away, slowly settled back on me.

“I’m glad you’re alive, Sword Master. I truly think so.”

I stroked his gaunt face looking down at me. My mouth turned bitter each time his rough skin touched my palm.

He closed his eyes for a moment as if entrusting his face to my hand, steadying his breathing, then parted his lips after a long while.

“…You.”

The Sword Master swallowed with difficulty. I could see his prominent Adam’s apple moving slowly.

His eyes, a mess of burst blood vessels, began to moisten.

“You wouldn’t say such things to me. This is all fake.”

Drop. The moment a small droplet fell onto my face.

The Sword Master, groping the ground and grasping his fallen sword again, aimed its tip at my heart.

But I know.

Thud.

The Sword Master cannot stab me.

“…Ah, ahhh, ahhhhh!”

Following the scream, his hands that had been flailing as if enduring pain finally covered his own face.

The Sword Master staggered to his feet and moved away as if fleeing. Then, as if facing an invisible enemy, he slashed at the air.

“Disappear… Haa, haa… Right now! If you maintain that face in front of me… I’ll kill you…”

What a fool.

The women who had been watching that bizarre behavior from a distance swallowed their screams and fled. I completely healed my right chest and followed the Sword Master.

“Think rationally, Sword Master! I’m someone who survived even after having my heart torn out. I won’t die today or tomorrow just because my chest got pierced by your pathetically inadequate skills!”

I slowly and carefully approached while dodging his attacks.

However, the Sword Master’s vigilance grew sharper.

Even while covering his eyes and cheeks as if not wanting to face me, whenever our gazes occasionally met, he would bare his teeth and attack violently. Like a beast that had lost its reason.

Complete assimilation.

Even in that desperate curse, there exists a way to survive. Yes, exactly what I experienced and what Jin escaped through a similar method.

Overcoming the wall.

Entering a state of selflessness and completely accepting oneself as a Black Knight.

‘Just once…’

If only the Sword Master could regain complete reason, even just once.

Then there would be a chance.

‘Damn. If only he had a gentle disposition like Jin, it would be less troublesome.’

Isn’t this exactly like a wild beast?

At this point, I seriously began to consider whether I should cut open my left chest and show him my heart.

Wouldn’t he think I’m not a proper human if he saw it beating vigorously? Wouldn’t he feel relieved thinking I’m someone who won’t die no matter how much he kills me?

[Has he finally fallen into a complete Black Knight, Sword Master.]

Dunain is butting in tactlessly again.

[A Black Knight who has lost reason is considered a traitor. Resent your own weakness.]

The tactless Lian II dragged his limping leg and swung his half-broken greatsword.

This is utterly ridiculous. Despite appearing to target my life, now that the Sword Master has lost his reason, he puts aside his mission and raises his sword against him. Even if they have different mothers, siblings are still siblings.

[Commit suicide, Sword Master.]

“Haa, haa… Shut up.”

[You are mother’s shame.]

“I’ll tear that free-running mouth of yours.”

Even though he could attempt bold attacks without feeling pain, Dunain was ultimately just a limping dummy with a broken sword.

At first it seemed like they were facing each other on equal terms, but after one of his ears was cut off by the Sword Master’s attack, he was gradually moving further from the form of an intact person.

‘…Wait.’

Where’s that bastard Rien?

I quickly looked around, worried about what trap that bastard might be preparing in this chaos, but he was just standing still in the same spot where he had faced Dunain, following Dunain with vacant eyes.

‘What?’

Could he really be feeling denial toward Dunain?

It was fortunate that he seemed out of his mind, busy being distracted, but somehow I felt uneasy.

To Dunain, Rien was an unprecedented villain and massacrer in the history of the Contaninus Republic. It wouldn’t be strange if blood relatives turned their backs and tried to judge him directly, but…

Then, a dull sound of something heavy falling to the ground erupted.

Dunain had collapsed.

“Haa, haa.”

The Sword Master, as if ready to execute Dunain at any moment, thrust his sword right below the helmet, threatening him.

‘Dangerous.’

If murder and violence are repeated in an assimilated state, he’ll fall into an even deeper quagmire.

I hurriedly blocked the Sword Master’s path.

“Young boy.”

He looked up at me blankly with noticeably hazier focus than before.

“Do you remember Ash?”

I couldn’t tell if his slowly blinking eyelids meant affirmation or denial, but I continued speaking.

“The bed in our house where you used to lie down sometimes.”

“…”

“There was always a small bird sleeping by the bedside. That little one’s name was Ash. That tiny friend has now grown into a brave Gray Hawk capable of easily saving one or two full-grown adults after four years.”

“…”

“And my name is Daisy. I was born as Ash Pager, and in the Pen Rota Empire I’m called the Weatherwax Baroness, but… they’re all my names that refer to me.”

Daisy. His dry lips, brittle as fallen leaves, seemed to quietly echo my name.

“Sword Master, what is your name?”

“…”

“What name did your older brother call you?”

The Sword Master’s dry lips twitched slowly.

“…I am.”

“…”

“The name my brother used to call me…”

Just as his fading voice was about to become clear again.

Dunain, who had sprung up like lightning, rushed at me instead of the Sword Master this time. Just before the tip of the broken greatsword touched my nose, I quickly swung my sword and sent the greatsword flying.

Following that, the Sword Master tried to stab his sword into Dunain’s heart without hesitation.

But his sword could not pierce Dunain.

It had simply pierced through the heart of the one being who stood blocking Dummy’s path.

“…Rien.”

The purple eyes that had been stained with madness slowly began to lose their light.

From his left chest, red blood began to gush forth with a surge.

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