The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 296

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Part 2, Chapter 94

The cat sitting on the floor lets out a long yawn. Its utterly leisurely appearance made all my worries fly away, but that was all.

Lu showed no words or actions whatsoever.

As if he had truly become a cat, he simply sat still and looked up at us.

Feeling a strange sense of incongruity at that sight, I pulled out the knife embedded in the back of my hand and stood up.

Since my right hand, bleeding profusely, might dirty Lu, I picked him up with my left hand and sat back down in the chair. Fortunately, Lu quietly gazed at me like this before curling up and lying down on my lap.

But no sooner had I settled back in the chair than someone grabbed my right wrist and began tightly binding the back of my hand with a napkin. The movement was so swift I had no chance to stop it.

“It’s fine, Sword Master. This much is nothing.”

I patted the other person’s hand, which seemed somehow urgent, then removed the napkin. After wiping away the blood-soaked hand, smooth skin without a single wound was revealed.

The Woman sitting on the opposite side muttered with dazed eyes.

“The wound… disappeared. Huh? Am I dreaming?”

I tapped Rien’s cheek with my now-healed right hand and smiled.

“See? This entire area is my land. Whether you tear out my heart or cut off my limbs, it’s all useless.”

Rien, who had been watching this, now had a face that was half-resigned.

He clicked his tongue openly, then swatted away my hand and stuffed a large piece of uncut meat into his mouth. Having been asleep for several days, he seemed unable to resist the hunger that came rushing in.

Just then, there was a cool sensation touching my right hand.

The Sword Master, who had lightly traced over the spotlessly clean back of my hand, asked me with suspicious eyes.

“…Even after hearing the story, I had my doubts. Are you the same kind of existence as Spolia and Rien?”

At that, the Women’s shocked gazes fixed on me.

…Hah.

Has the time finally come?

The time to reveal my hidden identity… to the world.

“That’s right. I am Daisy, the god of the Southern Continent.”

Now, go ahead and be amazed to your heart’s content. I observed people’s reactions with expectant eyes.

However, the first thing I heard wasn’t the Women’s exclamations of admiration or the Sword Master’s gasps, but Rien’s snort of derision.

“Hmph! Ha. Bullshit. I’m the god of the Southern Continent.”

“I am.”

“I am.”

“I am.”

“It’s me, me! I am! It’s me, you damn newcomer! Keep insisting like that and I’ll burn you up!”

Burn what exactly. With those cotton swab-like hands, poking my side would only tickle.

‘Did his mental age become younger because his body became younger?’

That makes quite a bit of sense. I first made him behave with a demon flick to the forehead, then resumed eating. Mm, these mashed potatoes made me miss Lu’s cooking skills.

That evening after the sun had set.

I assigned appropriate rooms to the Women who had finished bathing in groups of three. Due to the severely insufficient number of bedding, half had to sleep on sofas, but if I wasn’t mistaken, everyone seemed mysteriously excited.

After roughly finishing the pillow assignments, one of the Women carefully approached me and bowed her head.

“I-I’m staying in such a wonderful estate for the first time. Thank you, god of the Southern Continent.”

God of the Southern Continent?

I was trying to hide the smile spreading across my lips with a cough when I heard Rien making a fuss from inside the First Floor Reception Room.

“Let go of this! Won’t you let go? Get lost! Have you forgotten that sleep is unnecessary for a god?”

“Right now you’re not a god but a Child! Stop making noise and go to sleep! It’s bedtime for children!”

Mm, good. They’re keeping a good watch on Rien too.

I was planning to take one last look around the Weatherwax Estate before returning to my Bedroom.

But when I discovered the Sword Master alone in the Kitchen, gazing out the window, my feet were moving toward his back without my knowing.

He surely must have heard my presence, but seeing the back of his head consistently ignoring me, I thought his mind must still be complicated.

I sat across from him, admiring the full moon that the Sword Master had captured in his eyes, then casually asked.

“How did you end up belonging to the Emperor’s Guard?”

I never could have imagined that That Boy who had been practically abandoned on Trash Hill was Spolia’s biological child.

As if reading my thoughts, the Sword Master quietly answered while keeping his gaze fixed on the full moon.

“…Among the Emperor’s Guard, there are only three of Spolia’s biological children. Dunain, the Hahyeondal Mage, and Trevia Meshita.”

Trevia was the Woman who came all the way to the Imperial Palace talking about marriage, and the Hahyeondal Mage is…

‘The Mage belonging to Team 3.’

Huh. Then the ones who crossed the Wall of Fire were two from the Emperor’s Guard plus Spolia himself, making three total? They had been making full preparations without others knowing.

“That there are only three biological children means…”

Though I trailed off the question, the answer came quickly.

“The rest are composed of talents who caught Spolia’s eye, so-called individuals who could rise to the ranks of the world’s strongest. In my case, I gained fame in the process of hunting Rien’s followers.”

“And then you took Spolia’s hand without any hesitation?”

The Sword Master looked back at me.

“Because I thought that was the way to catch Rien.”

“…”

After passing the first checkpoint, the anxiety and depression that had resided in his eyes without fail every single day seemed to have been cleanly washed away to some degree.

At his noticeably stabilized appearance, I inwardly let out a sigh of relief.

“The day I ran away with your sword… I made an oath to that sword. That if I ever met Rien again, that would be the day I would kill Rien.”

To think a Kid would set such a terrifying goal.

‘It’s just like my childhood.’

…Right, come to think of it, the reason I became concerned about That Boy from Trash Hill was also because it reminded me of my childhood self.

To think that naked monkey from back then had grown into the Young Man before my eyes. The match was so impossible that laughter spilled out.

“But the one you actually tried to kill was me. Isn’t that right?”

It was teasing no different from a joke, but the Sword Master’s expression darkened instantly.

“At first… I thought Spolia was eliminating a competitor. As he always had.”

“…”

“Hunting those who are just one step away from unity of mind and body. It’s a rare but occasionally given order. Sometimes I felt like the Emperor’s Guard existed to carry out those commands.”

Perhaps that might not be wrong.

‘Either obtain children who will become his sword and shield through opponents… or kill them.’

For Spolia, those who would reach or had reached unity of mind and body seemed to fall into those two categories.

Use them or kill them.

The Sword Master’s quiet voice filled the Dining Room.

“But after seeing your wounds heal, my thoughts changed. Spolia surely knew that Dummy and I alone would be insufficient to face you… Was he hoping Rien would join in? I’m not sure what he was thinking.”

Demigods are all out of their minds, every one of them.

“Still, it’s fortunate it was such an absurd attempt. Otherwise I would have…”

The Sword Master pressed his temples as if getting a headache and let out a small sigh.

“If I had known you were that benefactor from back then… I wouldn’t have made such a stupid decision as attacking you in front of Rien.”

I stood up from the chair and walked around the table to stand in front of the Sword Master.

And I slowly stroked the head of him, who had puzzled eyes.

“You’ve been through a lot.”

He made a very strange expression but didn’t push away my hand. It was the first moment I found the Young Boy who had grown into a Young Man cute.

“So what’s your name?”

Whatever was so awkward, the Sword Master looked away from our meeting gazes and quietly answered with downcast eyes.

“…Lupus.”

Lupus. It’s a name that somehow both suits and doesn’t suit him.

“Alright, Lupus. What will you do now?”

“Give me just one day. Whichever way I conclude, I won’t betray your kindness.”

Kindness, he says. I don’t remember bestowing anything so great.

I patted the Sword Master’s head once more and left the Dining Room.

‘Now shall I take Lu and return to the Bedroom.’

But no matter how much I searched through the Weatherwax Estate, Lu was nowhere to be seen.

Where did he go?

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