The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

‘It looks like a mansion where demons might emerge.’

Even the bell was broken, so I had to shake the iron gate at the main entrance to call someone.

After shaking the door non-stop for about 3 minutes, someone came out from the foyer.

A woman in her late thirties wearing servant’s attire stared at my face intently before opening the main gate.

“Are you Miss Daisy Pager who came as a maid? Sorry for being late. I’m the Head Maid of Weatherwax Manor. Please come inside.”

The Head Maid, who was about to guide me to the foyer, stopped walking and turned to look at me.

“Where is your luggage?”

I was about to shake my head when I remembered the interviewer’s advice.

“Empty-handed.”

The Head Maid, who had been looking at me with a strange expression, turned around again.

“Normally, maids cannot use the main gate and foyer entrance. But in this estate, you can use them comfortably.”

We passed through a small garden that was desolately withered as if a war had swept through it.

“The owner of this estate is Weatherwax Baroness, just one person. The employees are you and me, plus a cook and gardener who will arrive in three days, making three in total. Your work will be appropriately distributed. Cleaning, laundry, cooking, errands, garden maintenance – everything without exception.”

We stepped on the faded carpet of the Main Hall and went up to the second floor.

“Salary is paid on the 1st of every month, and work hours start at 6 AM and end at 7 PM.”

We looked at the dusty windows on the second floor and arrived at a room located at the very end of the corridor.

When the Head Maid opened the door, a spacious and empty bedroom greeted us.

“It’s big, right? Weatherwax Manor is probably the only place where a maid can use a bedroom on the second floor instead of an attic, annex, or basement.”

The reason I could tell this room was a bedroom was thanks to the large, old bed sitting alone against the wall.

A luxurious but old-fashioned purification stone fireplace, a luxurious but worn desk, a luxurious but worn chair, blackout curtains that would probably snow dust if shaken, a luxurious but rusted iron chest, and even a door that appeared to be the bathroom entrance.

It was a room that had everything it needed. As the Head Maid said, it was quite impressive for a maid to use.

“You can freely come and go anywhere in the estate. There’s only one thing you must keep in mind.”

The Head Maid warned me in a firm voice.

“Do not enter the master’s bedroom. And if anyone asks about the master’s whereabouts, tell them she’s out. No exceptions for acquaintances, friends, or distant relatives. The master is a very busy person and cannot receive outsiders. Be sure to remember this.”

Nod.

“Don’t just nod, answer properly.”

“Yes.”

I think she said something else to add after this. I forgot.

“Sigh. You are… never mind. Now unpack your luggage. Once you’re done unpacking, start work immediately… oh, you said you have no luggage? Then after a 10-minute rest, come down to the foyer on the first floor. Since I heard this is your first time doing this work, I’ve folded clothes for you to wear over there. Let’s get along well from now on.”

The Head Maid quickly said what she needed to say and left the room.

Though I was left alone, I wasn’t in the mood for sentimentality. I threw myself onto the bed as if collapsing.

“Cough!”

Crazy dust magnificently enveloped my body, but I didn’t feel like getting up. How long had it been since I’d had a bed? My body felt like it was melting.

After losing consciousness in the confrontation with the Great Mage Mephisto.

When I opened my eyes again, surprisingly, nearly 4 years had passed.

When I opened my eyes in the ashes, my appearance was no longer that of my younger brother, Andert.

The male body that had been maintained by powerful ancient magic had returned to its original female form.

‘Did I die and fall into hell?’

The question didn’t last long. I could hear the sound of a heart beating intensely inside my chest.

“…But I definitely died?”

Yet I came back to life. How on earth did this happen?

I first went down to the island village where I had lived. In the village that was burned black and left only in chaotic ruins, I couldn’t find any trace of people.

Among them, I put on a piece of cloth that somewhat maintained the form of clothing and headed to the port.

Fortunately, there was a military outpost on the coast, and soldiers coming up from there discovered me and took me to the outpost.

Afterward, a soldier who was investigating various things about my identity looked at the loose sleeves of the dress I was wearing and asked:

“Berti? Is your name Berti, miss?”

Berti Lusan.

That was a name embroidered small inside the sleeve, and also the name of someone I knew well.

‘So this was Berti’s dress.’

I traced my long-dead friend’s name with my fingertips.

Berti and her family had passed away during wartime. It was because of Great Mage Mephisto’s air raid. The memory of the day I personally gathered their bodies and buried them in the ground was still vivid.

“You look very young, but how old are you, miss? Is your name really Berti?”

After brief consideration, I nodded.

The subsequent investigation was completed quickly. Berti was my longtime hometown friend. Since I knew her home, family, and life better than anyone, forging my identity as ‘Berti’ was very easy.

‘Sorry, Berti.’

I’ll just borrow it for a very short while and return it to its original place.

“Don’t worry, Miss Berti. The world is safe now. The Magic Alliance defeated Mephisto and achieved peace! It’s been a whole 4 years. The Empire is peaceful now!”

I carefully heard from the soldiers about what had happened to the alliance over the past 4 years and in what direction the Empire had flowed.

They recommended I go to the Southern Imperial Refugee Shelter, but I refused.

The reason was simple. I didn’t want my identity to be discovered there and get involved with former colleagues including Raphael.

Around that time, I had realized that my body had developed a major flaw.

When Great Mage Mephisto’s soul and my soul collided greatly, my physical lifespan was reduced to 3 years.

I had absolutely no desire to reunite with Raphael in this condition.

I was no longer Andert and had no more reason to live as Andert.

Weren’t Raphael and all the old colleagues connections of Andert?

‘Going back with a broken woman’s body would only earn pity and sympathy.’

I didn’t want to stimulate their guilt.

Considering various aspects, living as ‘me’ rather than Andert seemed like the best choice going forward.

‘Let me try to fix this broken body while living as myself.’

Even if it’s impossible, let me at least try.

For that purpose, I chose Midwintry among the many cities of the Empire.

If I could find ‘that object’ said to be hidden in Midwintry… my lifespan limited to 3 years might become longer.

Recalling the month-long memories until coming here, I gave up reminiscing since it was nothing but suffering from beginning to end.

I changed into maid’s clothing and went down to the foyer, where the Head Maid was waiting.

“We spent a lot of money to bring you here. I hope you’ll last at least a week. That way you can at least get paid for your work before leaving.”

So that’s why the interviewer looked at me like a golden pig.

“Shall we start then? There’s a lot of backed-up work. It’ll be a bit tough.”

From that moment, the Head Maid worked me like a slave.

And I really worked like a slave.

Taking down the chandelier in the Main Hall that hadn’t been sold yet to dust it. Cleaning it. Reinstalling it. Dusting the stair railings and stairs. Scrubbing with cleaning brushes. Beating the large carpet. Beating it infinitely. Cleaning dust from window frames. Cleaning windows. Dusting the floor. Scrubbing the floor with brushes. Oiling…

“Damn.”

What a house. Am I a maid of this house? Or a slave? Am I a slave maid?

“As expected, it’s faster with two people. Good stamina and quick thinking too.”

It was a sincere exclamation, but I couldn’t even laugh.

The Head Maid is the person who will feed me, house me, and pay me for the next 3 years. I mustn’t hit her.

“The sky is already getting cloudy. I think we need to get ingredients before the sun sets. I’ll finish today’s work, so go run this errand.”

The Head Maid is the person who will feed me, house me, and pay me for the next 3 years. I mustn’t talk back.

“Here are the necessary ingredients and expenses. Don’t even think about pocketing anything. I know all the market prices of ingredients sold at the nearby market. There’s nothing good about getting into trouble with merchants, so behave politely. Especially your way of speaking.”

If you’re worried, go buy them yourself.

I guess protecting the estate is the Head Maid’s duty somehow.

It was when I was leaving the estate after receiving the few coins.

“Oh my! Watch your head. It would be terrible if your pretty face got scratched, miss.”

A large dining table busily passed by next to my face.

Wondering what it was, I saw that strong men were taking out large and small pieces of furniture one by one from the house across from Weatherwax Manor.

‘They’re moving.’

Is the owner changing? Even I wouldn’t want to have such a gloomy neighbor as my front house.

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