The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 30

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Chapter 30

Perhaps because it’s so close to the sky, the sunlight is particularly strong. I stared blankly at the ceiling from the middle of the bedroom that was as bright as if dozens of lanterns were lit.

‘How long has it been since I woke up feeling this refreshed?’

For someone with insomnia like me, this sensation was truly rare.

Is it because I skipped the Nobility Council banquet that I feel so refreshed?

‘Last night’s banquet must have been quite an important occasion from the Weatherwax Baroness’s perspective.’

Making her first appearance in 4 years, only to brazenly skip it?

‘I’ve ruined it from the start.’

Since it’s come to this, I’ll revise my plan.

I’ll go with the concept of a thoughtless, clueless, reckless family head. Perhaps this might actually be a more comfortable path for the Weatherwax Family.

‘If rumors spread that the family head is stupid and arrogant, no one will bother trying to get close. I’ll naturally become isolated, so I won’t make enemies either.’

A quiet and peaceful Weatherwax Estate.

Oh ho, this is exactly the ultimate goal the Head Maid wanted…

“Mmm.”

Thunder struck through my drowsy mind.

Come to think of it, one of my arms feels heavy. It felt like something soft was lying down using my arm as a pillow.

Just in case, I turned my head.

“Are you awake?”

A breathtakingly beautiful woman was looking at me with a face covered in sleepiness.

Ugh.

“Ahhh!”

Ahhhhh!

I shook my arm as if brushing off bugs and sat up. Only after getting as far away from the bed as possible did I turn around.

Lu, who had fallen to the floor, was propping up her chin and giving me a sinister smile.

“Listen here, darling. Don’t break the mood. I’m finally getting into my role as the Baroness’s wife. If you keep interfering, I might just leave you behind.”

I didn’t even have the energy to call this lunatic a lunatic. I grabbed my throbbing forehead and answered.

“Separate beds!”

“Why would newlyweds do that?”

“That’s just a disguise.”

“My goodness. Are you embarrassed?”

Rustle. Soft fabric swayed along Lu’s slender legs as she got up.

You even put on the nightgown tailored at the shop? You slept quite properly next to your husband who fell asleep in his outdoor clothes.

Lu approached with light steps, rang the crystal bell to announce morning, and smiled brightly.

“Our Miss Daisy is embarrassed, so she’s talking like an idiot again. It is annoying seeing you do that with a man’s face. Well, not annoying enough to make me angry though.”

I contemplate again today.

‘Lu is not human. Lu is a dog. Don’t try to have conversations.’

Good, I’ve regained my composure.

Sitting in the chair across from her, I slowly untied my wrinkled tie and asked.

“Why didn’t you wake me up yesterday?”

“How could I wake you when you were sleeping so well? Morian wants her beloved Baroness to rest well. Here, check this out. It’s the Black Regal’s schedule.”

I checked the pamphlet-like paper Lu handed me.

The schedule that followed was dazzling.

‘Opera, concerts, invitation parties, exhibitions, lectures…’

At the very bottom, it said that Nobility Council members would be contacted separately for each event.

“Everyone’s busy playing and eating.”

Lu laughed while sipping the warm tea that had arrived, blowing on it gently.

“That’s what socializing is all about. Spending time and effort to strengthen relationships. For nobles, that’s their job. That’s how they can keep what they have and gain more.”

Playing is work? The life of nobles is amazing.

In that case, I can’t just sit still either.

‘Whether it’s Dian Ket or the client. I need to go out and move around to gain something.’

Oh nobles who are dying to play.

Wait for me, the emperor of labor, the maid is coming.

“Going out?”

Lu, who had been quietly watching me prepare to go out, asked.

I pondered for a moment, then revealed my honest purpose.

“The client who’s sending assassins to the Weatherwax Family. I think they’re probably a member of the Nobility Council.”

For the past few days, I had been deep in thought.

Despite the Assassin Butler’s warning that ‘all employees of the Weatherwax Family could be eliminated,’ both the estate and Midwintry had been peaceful.

Unexpected peace causes even greater anxiety than before. While speculating about the client’s psychology, I reached a quite plausible theory.

‘If the client isn’t an ordinary noble, but a member of the Nobility Council… the recent quiet makes sense.’

More precisely, there would be no reason to disturb the Weatherwax Estate. They would be able to meet directly with the Weatherwax Baroness who had expressed intention to attend the Nobility Council.

“Hmm?”

Lu, who had raised her eyebrows with a suspicious expression, got up from the chair where she had been lounging.

“Ah… yes, that makes sense. Our darling’s deductive skills are quite good. I was a little surprised just now.”

“What do you mean?”

Lu, who had come right up to me, kissed my chin.

“It means have a safe trip. Yawn. I need to rest a bit more…”

Bang!

I closed the door and left the cabin before Lu could even finish speaking.

‘That crazy person. Pressing her lips to a stranger’s chin?’

I continued walking while vigorously wiping my chin.

I feel strange. Is it because Lu’s actions and way of speaking while playing Morian have also subtly changed? Really like new, new, newlyweds…

Smack!

I slapped away the warmth on my cheek and widened my eyes.

‘Get it together. Someone like you gets dragged into cults and ends up giving both body and soul.’

Thinking of Lu as a money-grubbing cult leader made my troubles disappear and brought peace to my mind and body.

Walking leisurely with a magnanimous mindset, I stopped at the stairs leading to the upper floor.

Faint anticipation bloomed at the voices and footsteps of two young men climbing the stairs ahead.

I leaped up the stairs three or four at a time and stood alongside them.

“Hey there, friends. Did something interesting happen? Let me in on it too.”

They looked barely over twenty. The two friends looked at me with eyes full of bewilderment and discomfort.

“You are…”

“I’ve never seen your face before? Hmm. Who are you?”

“Me? Just an unremarkable passenger. This is my first time coming to play at the famous Nobility Council. Maybe that’s why I don’t have a single friend and I’m bored.”

The two looked over my outfit with suspicious eyes.

But soon they checked my wristwatch and relaxed their guard.

It’s the watch Lu put on me, and apparently it was an expensive item that met their standards.

“First time attending? Ah, then you must be bored. The guys who follow along here like it’s their daily bread, even if they pretend otherwise, they only want to hang out among themselves. It’s hard to break in if it’s your first time.”

“Oh. Really?”

“Since you’re handsome, I’ll give you one warning, friend. Be careful of some ladies with fire in their eyes. You could be marked as son-in-law material without knowing it. The reason capitalists with some money desperately try to get into these parties is all because of connections and marriage.”

The blond man introduced himself as the son of some newspaper company owner, and the dark-haired man introduced himself as the son of some bank president.

Since they weren’t members of the Nobility Council, they were even easier to approach.

As if they had been waiting, and as they were introducing themselves familiarly, just before they asked about me.

I interrupted them and gestured with my chin toward the top of the stairs.

“Alright, seniors. So where are we going right now?”

Did he like being called senior? The newspaper owner’s son pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled.

“The Nobility Council, you see. Even though it’s annoying, interesting things happen every year.”

The bank president’s son continued.

“Yeah. Especially nothing’s as entertaining to watch as the succession battle of the Duke Berkley Greytown family.”

“Come on, let’s hurry before we’re late.”

It seems a very interesting explanation was just added.

We no longer delayed and climbed up to the deck at the top of the airship.

The wind was leisurely.

I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the sky’s wind blowing at just the right height, just the right speed, and just the right temperature.

This is what’s good about super-large airships.

Perhaps due to the high structural stability of the aircraft, there was a deck suitable for enjoying outdoor relaxation, like an ocean cruise ship.

“Hey, don’t get distracted and follow me. It’s over there.”

But the upper-class children whose job is playing don’t seem to have any intention of enjoying the leisure of the wind.

I followed them with a slightly disappointed heart.

The deck of the Black Regal had a somewhat unique structure. The square in the center was the lowest, and the area surrounding it rose in tiers like steps.

“It’s like a colosseum.”

“Is this your first time boarding the Black Regal? This airship belongs to the Berkley-Greytown Family. This space was designed for training purposes, but its unique atmosphere makes it popular with people of all ages.”

“So much so that the recently commissioned large airships’ decks are copying this circular colosseum format.”

Super-large airships cost astronomical amounts both to design and maintain.

To put a training ground on top of such a means of transportation. How very sword-like.

The newspaper owner’s son, whose specialty was explaining, slowly explained today’s event for ignorant me.

“Fortunately, it hasn’t started yet. See those two men and women standing confronting each other in the center? The woman on the left is Jin, 2nd in the succession line of Berkley-Greytown. The right is Oster, who’s 5th.”

Jin.

A familiar name. I narrowed my eyes and carefully examined the features of the woman called Jin.

“Ah, right. They definitely don’t look friendly at first glance. So why are those two standing facing each other? Are they going to have a poetry recitation contest?”

“Poetry? A Berkley-Greytown heir? Haha, that’s quite an unfunny joke.”

“They’re going to duel. It’s a duel announced at last night’s Nobility Council banquet. Didn’t you hear the news? They declared they wouldn’t take responsibility if anyone got hurt while watching.”

Sorry.

I was sleeping then.

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