The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 319

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Part 2, Chapter 117

My energy precisely pierced through Spolia’s face.

But that was all. Yes… Perhaps naturally, Spolia didn’t collapse or faint from taking a major blow from my strike.

“Ah. How rough… I like that side of you too, Daisy. Then and now.”

He merely drew a shy smile with his mouth, the only feature among his facial features that remained intact. While slowly recovering his face that had been grotesquely crushed like a trampled apple pie…

I surveyed the empty seat beside me and the quieted surroundings while coldly emptying my mind.

Everything was alien and surreal.

‘This is… indeed mental-type magic.’

Without casting even a brief glance at Spolia, I immediately broke my own wrist. The shattered bone dangled raggedly, but unfortunately, nothing changed.

Really, this was magic so troublesome it made my teeth grind.

It wasn’t a hallucination that induced trauma, and it wouldn’t break even after seeing blood while maintaining my sanity…

It was a trap I had never experienced even once.

‘What should I do?’

I suppressed my anxiety and calmly surveyed the surroundings.

The location was still the Ragal Imperial Palace banquet hall.

The faint noise that had been audible was now completely blocked.

Only Spolia and I existed here.

I turned my back on my opponent and returned to the banquet hall. I crossed the interior that was empty as if it had been so from the beginning, and even after examining various parts of the Imperial Palace interior, I couldn’t see any hiding humans or distorted spaces.

When I returned to the banquet hall again.

Under the brilliant chandelier, I was still the only one standing there unchanged.

In this world that had become completely empty… I couldn’t think of any way to break Spolia’s magic.

‘…Then in the end, the remaining option is.’

Death.

“That’s not it, Daisy.”

Breathing excited with elation was felt behind my back.

“Look around. Has the banquet really ended?”

I instantly turned my body to try to grab my opponent’s throat.

However, what was caught in my hand was his left hand covering his face as if in defiance, and I gripped his hand tightly.

Crack. Even as his own hand was being crushed with crunching sounds, Spolia, who didn’t care, pressed his cheek against the back of my hand that was applying fierce strength.

“Deep in thought.”

Slowly moving down below his cheek and cheekbone, his lips cold as a corpse lingered on the back of my hand. At the deep and slow lingering kiss, terrible goosebumps seemed to rise on my back.

But I mustn’t waver.

If I couldn’t control my agitation, I would fall deeper into the swamp of magic. I pushed away Spolia’s face and wiped the back of my hand on my collar. Spolia gazed at me with damned loving eyes.

“Yes… That’s what magic is like. Just recognizing its existence confuses humans, disrupts them, and makes them fall into the great trap of rational judgment, causing them to turn away from the truth.”

Spolia, who had grasped my shoulder, began to circle around slowly and quietly while stroking around my collarbone.

“That’s exactly the most powerful force that magic possesses.”

Let me remember, I mustn’t waver.

There might be clues in his actions. I had to buy time and somehow think of a way to respond.

“The power that makes you, who possesses an immortal body, unable to make any response before me.”

“…”

“The power that makes it inevitable for you to become mine.”

When Spolia stood before me again.

He was wearing a navy blue formal suit, had swept his curly thick blond hair back behind his forehead, and had become a proper bastard gentleman gazing at me.

Elegant hands grasped my wrist and turned it over. The vivid traces of the oath were revealed completely under the banquet hall’s lights.

“What a beautiful oath.”

“…”

“The meaning that the laurel wreath holds in the Deusian Cult… I wonder if you know it, Daisy.”

Click.

Suddenly the lights in the hall went out and the surroundings became dark.

However, the darkness was brief. The moment the chandelier shone again and the banquet hall interior revealed itself.

The interior that had been empty now had a different appearance.

“Now it’s time to end the bet. Tell me. Who is the mother who bore you, raised you, and abandoned you?”

Banquet attendees filling all directions.

Like the beginning of a fierce typhoon, women’s laughter, gentlemen’s whispers, flowing music, clicking shoe heels, the sound of champagne bubbles popping… all rushed in instantly and struck my ears.

Spolia, standing among them, smiled brightly and urged.

“Come on, Daisy. There’s no time to look around.”

Find your mother.

Hurry.

‘…Skilled swindler.’

People acted as if I didn’t exist. Then was this place reality or hallucination?

I looked at Spolia standing blankly and slowly moved my legs.

Spolia’s eyes persistently followed my movements. And occasionally he stood beside women who passed by me and smiled.

“This woman who has the same young barley-colored eyes as you?”

“…”

“This woman who has the same solid body and unwavering mental strength as you?”

“…”

“Or… could it be this woman with extraordinary eyes?”

Beside me as I circled the banquet hall interior without response, unfortunately Spolia seemed genuinely delighted.

But even his laughter couldn’t continue forever.

“Daisy.”

Yes, it had to be that way.

Because I wasn’t giving him an answer.

I recalled the reddish traces carved below my wrist, hardened into a rough surface with rising blood.

The oath that Spolia and I made was to keep silent about the bet.

There was no compulsion to respond to this disgusting laurel wreath, to his bet.

Had he noticed my thoughts? Spolia’s face, which had been drawing happiness in long arcs the entire time, dried up like withered paper.

“Don’t do that, Daisy.”

The endless dancing, dancing, dancing of the banquet hall.

Through the gaps of dizzily blooming flowers of laughter… I slowly stroked the surface of the silver ring with my thumb and met Spolia’s eyes.

To me standing with an indifferent face, he approached one step closer through the people and whispered with sad eyes.

“Hurry and give an answer. Put anything on those tender lips… Let me continue to love humans.”

I swallowed arsenic. His earnest request sounded to my ears like a threat to annihilate Ragal.

Love.

What was the love that Spolia spoke of?

I didn’t think the love I knew and the love he spoke of were the same emotion.

Spolia was twisted. Since he was such a twisted being, Rien must have been twisted together with him. Distorted beings warp their surroundings together.

Then Spolia might soon be my future.

A being called a god, far removed from death.

A being that had approached perfection, crossing the wall of mortals with fragile glass-like souls and bodies.

Therefore, a being that must inevitably advance to distant space and become a star someday.

Such thoughts suddenly occurred to me.

The reason Spolia was so broken… Perhaps it was because he had remained on earth for too long?

The area around Spolia’s eyes, looking down at me, began to flush red.

“Please. Love is the most ecstatic duty that life forms remaining on earth should enjoy. I want to love humans, Daisy.”

…Then what exactly was Lu, who remained on earth as much as Spolia yet remained consistently noble?

“Don’t make Ragal into hell.”

Demigods were ultimately beings that should rise to become stars. If they had to break down from being unable to become stars, then why was Lu…

“I told you, didn’t I? That I’m greedy. Sorry, but if you’re going to sacrifice yourself, that partner must be solely me. Solely me.”

How was his quite human greed different from Spolia’s?

“The scales of balance… cannot overcome those who are greedy.”

How is the greed to shatter the scales of balance any different from Spolia’s twisted love?

“…Ah. It can’t be helped. Yes, that’s your answer, my Daisy.”

Click.

The light went out again.

From beyond the darkness where no path could be seen… Spolia whispered in a melancholy voice.

“Still, you can’t escape.”

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