The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 339

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Part 2, Chapter 137

Moreover, even.

“Hey.”

He was exceptionally talented at disguising himself and blending into crowds without a care…

“What’s with that look? I thought you went somewhere to recuperate… Did you actually age into an old man?”

I looked with a strange feeling at the man who approached without making a sound and suddenly spoke familiarly as if he knew me.

The man was a cart merchant who filled a small carriage with antiques and traveled the continent doing business… No, it was Garrosh.

I shook my head as I looked over the opponent who covered his lower face with a bushy beard and pressed down an old beret to hide his eyes, yet still radiated a nasty atmosphere.

“Does His Excellency know you’re living like this?”

“What kind of bullshit are you suddenly spouting?”

Suddenly Garrosh flung open the carriage door wide. I peered around the area, scanning the rare Eastern antiques packed inside the small carriage, and asked quietly.

“I heard you made a complete mess of the old temple. What are you still doing in Sier Gat instead of leaving? Are you dying to get caught?”

Garrosh, who had been quietly listening to me, leaned against the carriage and asked an unexpected question.

“Did you come to prevent Raphael Jenail’s assassination?”

“…Where did you hear that?”

“Torture.”

I wondered what he meant, but it seemed he meant he found out by tormenting that divine knight he faced at the old temple.

I picked up an item labeled ‘bamboo pipe’ with a long stem from among the piled antiques and turned it this way and that.

“You seem interested in that too. Do you have any plan to prevent the assassination?”

Garrosh took something out of an old paper box and stuffed it inside the pipe. Then he lit it, took a few puffs from the pipe, and handed it to me.

“Trevia Mesita’s assassination.”

It was an unexpected answer.

“She’ll have Spollia attached to her… Cough, cough!”

When I lightly inhaled following Garrosh’s gesture, an intense bitter taste I’d never experienced before shook my head.

Ugh. I threw the bamboo pipe back to Garrosh and stepped back. What’s so bitter?

“Cough! So why did you come all the way to Sier Gat?”

“…”

“To find your parents? It’s a waste of time. Both of them passed away long ago…”

“Something’s strange.”

Suspicious light green eyes under the beret suddenly glared at me.

His appearance of lightly shaking the pipe, swallowing smoke a few times, then emptying the inside of the pipe again and throwing it back into the carriage looked very accustomed to today’s disguise.

“…What is?”

“Did you lose your power?”

Sharp kid. How are all the guys around me geniuses at reading situations?

Garrosh looked me up and down, clicked his tongue loudly, and climbed back onto the driver’s seat.

“Far from helping, you’ll just be a burden… Don’t mess around with that body and go back quietly. You’ll only get in the way.”

Then he led the donkey and completely disappeared in the opposite direction.

So what was that bastard’s purpose for coming to this city? I thought I should follow him and strangle his neck to find out, but Lu, who had opened a pink parasol against the autumn sunlight that became harsh as the clouds disappeared, muttered in passing.

“Did he cross the third wall?”

I stood in the shade Lu created, linking arms with him and looking back with a surprised face.

“What? That’s impossible. He crossed the remaining two walls in just 4 years?”

“4 years? What about you?”

The handsome man under the bright pink parasol asked me while receiving everyone’s attention.

“How long did it take you to cross all the walls?”

How long was it.

“1 year.”

At my answer, Lu snorted with a ridiculous expression.

“You’re a monster.”

But while I say 1 year, considering I slept for 4 years and lived as a Black Knight for nearly 10 years before that, shouldn’t it count as 15 years? Of course, 15 years seems fast too.

“Your sibling can’t match you, but in terms of talent alone, he surpasses both Weatherwax Baroness and Jenail. If luck helps, he might cross the final wall within 10 years.”

A brat like Garrosh could be reborn as a demigod.

I don’t like hearing that. That means… he’s perfect to become Spollia’s next prey, doesn’t it?

“Those are annoying eyes.”

“Of course they’re annoying.”

Because the fourth wall is ultimately a wall that can only be crossed by experiencing death.

And Garrosh must have vaguely sensed that fact due to the series of events I experienced.

‘He’s not intentionally trying to anger Spollia to cross the final wall, is he?’

Death is easy, but survival is difficult.

A powerful medium is needed to revive a body and soul whose flame of life has been extinguished, and usually a god’s heart obtained by chance or deliberately takes on that role.

Does a god’s heart that could elevate Garrosh to the realm of demigod really exist?

‘…There is Deus’s crucible.’

Did he really infiltrate the old temple targeting that?

I glared at the wanted poster on the bulletin board as if it were Garrosh, then casually tore off the wanted poster and left the square with Lu.

After the sun quickly rose and set twice.

The day of Raphael and Trevia’s wedding that stirred up Sier Gat arrived.

* * *

The appearance of the middle-aged woman sitting demurely in the mirror was quite lovely.

A bright white two-piece suit as if commemorating the day of blessing, with a neat dark green apron. The headband of the same color matched the two-piece without excess, and though the shoe heels were very low, her naturally tall stature showed off natural elegance.

This was Daisy’s appearance.

‘Excellent as expected.’

This look is clearly not a wedding guest attending the ceremony, but a maid helping with wedding chores.

“Between left and right?”

When I turned my head at Lu’s question, I saw a black dagger and brown dagger held in each hand. Since I’d hide it inside my thigh anyway, I didn’t care what it looked like and answered carelessly.

“Either one.”

“‘Either one’ doesn’t exist, Daisy.”

“Then whichever suits better.”

“Everything suits you.”

“…Thanks. But I really… No, never mind. I’ve decided. I like the right one better.”

“Let’s go with the left.”

Hey, if you’re going to decide arbitrarily, don’t ask me, okay?

Before securing the dagger Lu handed me to my thigh, I held the unchosen black dagger in my hand and slowly bent it with the sheath using my thumb and ring finger.

“Mm, good.”

It bends well.

I covered the maid outfit with an autumn coat and hat, took Lu’s hand as he disguised himself as an ordinary wedding guest, and left the hotel.

Good weather, good condition too.

Pop-pop-bang-

The wedding hasn’t even started yet but they’re already setting off fireworks.

The Mesita family seems excited too, so it’s a perfect day to execute the plan.

After boarding the prepared carriage and arriving at the Mesita Manor, Lu grabbed me just as I was about to get off and said.

“Hairpin.”

The magical device hairpin Lu lent me for emergencies, equipped.

“Weapon.”

The brown dagger Lu lent me for worst-case scenarios, equipped.

“Your wits.”

What Lu lent me…, no…

“I already have those.”

He chuckled and firmly held my hand as he opened the carriage door.

“Shall we go then, Daisy.”

Soon thick floral fragrance, bustling laughter, and crowds gathered like for a festival greeted us.

Who am I? The veteran maid Daisy.

What he desired was the peace of the Raphael Family. That was all.

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