The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 34

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Chapter 34

That was right.

According to the factions that Quincey and Volkawin explained, there was no place with a position as ambiguous as the Weatherwax Family.

First of all, the Weatherwax Family participated in the Mage War but received no benefits.

Moreover, due to not engaging in any external activities for the past four years, they couldn’t be classified as either Pro-Emperor Faction or Pro-Jenail Faction within the Nobility Council.

Furthermore, despite being part of the Nobility Council, after boarding the Black Regal, I had only mingled with upper-class non-nobles like Quincey and Volkawin for three whole days.

‘Have I become a mutant?’

In my own way, I intended to get by moderately without standing out. But it was a miserable failure in the end.

‘I failed to consider that my standard of “moderate” and the Weatherwax Baroness’s standard of “moderate” are completely different.’

They said playing around was a noble’s job, so I thought I just had to really play around?

I don’t know what my expression looked like, but Volkawin added consolingly.

“Of course… It’s not simply because your position is ambiguous that so many people are seeking you out.”

Quincey slapped my shoulder hard and laughed.

“Who would see this guy as an esteemed Nobility Council lord? You’re nothing like them, Grey. Sometimes even I’m startled.”

Not just startled, but startled enough to jump. As expected, this guy has unnecessarily good instincts.

“Does that mean I lack dignity?”

“No. It means you’re free and interesting.”

Volkawin gave up on the game. As if he’d been waiting, Quincey went all-in with his bet.

“You’re interesting, Grey.”

“Is that so. Your face is a bit interesting too.”

“I’ve never seen a noble who treats everyone equally regardless of title or family like you do. Even when they pretend otherwise, everyone draws appropriate lines. This person is a friend who matches my level. This person is slightly lacking to keep by my side. They rank people. Everyone except you.”

Quincey’s gaze as he grinned was quite sharp. It was also a passage that showed how many people he had explored and observed.

“But in my experience, when a person is interesting, it also means life becomes a bit tiresome, you know? Especially for someone like you who has both great appearance and status. It makes people have expectations for no reason.”

“Ah. Was that just now from experience? Did you have some expectations for me?”

“I’ll exercise my right to remain silent on that question.”

Then, the cabin door opened again.

The crew member who appeared cautiously didn’t turn his head to the other side and came straight to our table.

“Look at this. Another guest has come looking for you?”

Along with his words, Quincey completed his hand.

Full house. The third-best hand in Imperial poker. It was practically a winning hand.

“It seems so.”

Feeling the intangible presence standing outside the cabin, I put my hand down on the table.

“But this guest will be quite troublesome.”

“What?”

“Straight flush.”

If a full house was the third-best hand, a straight flush was the best hand.

“…What? Wait, wait a minute.”

While I swept up the pot on the table, Quincey checked my cards with surprised eyes.

Meanwhile, the crew member who had approached whispered in my ear.

“Weatherwax Baroness. A guest has come to see you.”

Once again feeling the presence emanating from outside the cabin, I pulled up the corners of my mouth.

There was someone I had been eagerly waiting for during the four days since boarding the Black Regal.

The reason I had silently watched this troublesomely growing gathering was all because of that person.

I had been waiting for him to take the bait called the Weatherwax Baroness.

Since my sixth sense was abnormally trained, I was confident I could tell immediately if we made eye contact.

Whether that person was truly the client or not.

“Duke Berkley Greytown?”

The noise in the cabin was cut off in an instant.

Long legs flexibly crossed between the randomly placed tables.

His steps were neither fast nor slow. Skilled warriors have their own pace.

From that perspective, the seventeenth guest who came looking for me had the most distinctive speed.

“I feel embarrassed for unintentionally throwing cold water on things.”

Sword Saint Jigharke Berkleighton.

For him, there would be no number as meaningless as age.

The man always maintained a young appearance that looked just over thirty. In some ways, he looked younger now than he did 14 years ago. It was a face that brought new emotions in many ways.

‘The Sword Saint I met on the battlefield was like a blazing flame.’

Now he was as calm as a frozen lake. Even though he was just standing without taking any particular stance, not even the slightest crack could be felt.

My gaze met his peaceful green eyes without ripples.

The Sword Saint was a Sword Master. A warrior like me should never be able to gauge his inner thoughts.

But my sixth sense, which had surpassed the first stage of unity of mind and body, dug out a single thread of emotion hidden in those highly refined eyes.

This person had been waiting for a meeting with me.

This person knew me, the ‘Weatherwax Baroness.’

The Sword Saint was exactly…

The client I had been looking for.

‘Damn.’

I swallowed a deep sigh into my throat.

Wasn’t this the worst hand among all the hands I had imagined?

‘The Assassin Butler was wrong. Jin isn’t the real owner of 【Clone】. The Sword Saint himself was both the client and the real owner of 【Clone】.’

Thinking this way, I could understand how Jin came to hold the position of Guild Master of 【Clone】. Jin was a kind of deception.

Duke Berkley Greytown, called the Emperor’s Sword, couldn’t have private organizations under his command according to his treaty with the Royal Court.

‘He cleverly skirted the scope of the treaty by placing Jin as Guild Master.’

Amazing.

It was truly amazing to be connected to past relationships in this way.

Though it was only for a time, I learned swordsmanship from him and traversed battlefields together, overcoming life and death.

The memories from that time were so intense that even now, this reunion with the Sword Saint felt joyful.

‘But this monster is the mastermind trying to annihilate us, right?’

Indeed, a maid’s life is never smooth.

The Sword Saint extended his hand to me first.

“I’m pleased to meet you like this, Weatherwax Baroness. I am Duke Jigharke Berkleighton. Whether you call me Duke Jigharke or Duke Berkleighton, please use whichever is comfortable for you, Baroness.”

Rising from my chair, I quickly checked my bearing.

My gait. The habit of checking my right waist. The habit of pushing my right upper body slightly back. I mustn’t show any of it.

I clasped his hand without hiding my nervous feelings at all.

“I’m Grey Weatherwax. It’s an honor to meet the Sword Saint.”

The Sword Saint glanced at the table and smiled slightly.

“Straight flush. You won with a magnificent hand.”

“I was lucky.”

“Modesty is an excellent virtue. I’m glad I came after the game ended. If it’s alright, could you spare me some time?”

“I can spare you time. Is this content that would be difficult to discuss here?”

Quincey glared at my profile with blazing eyes.

It was a look that said, ‘I don’t know why you’re acting so boldly, but don’t act like a fool and escort him out immediately.’

I ignored his gaze and looked at the Sword Saint, who remained silent for a moment.

‘My reaction must have been different from what he expected?’

The Sword Saint was not someone who rushed. After studying me as if gauging me, he smiled slightly and answered.

“It’s not difficult. My daughter, Jin, wants to have a mock duel with the Weatherwax Baroness. If the Baroness is alright with it, I ask that you bestow learning upon my lacking daughter.”

The whispering noise around us gradually increased.

Separately from that, a big question mark appeared in my head.

‘If it’s just a simple mock duel request, Jin could have come herself, but for the Sword Saint to come personally. Was this person the type to pressure opponents with his authority?’

Even for the purpose of granting his daughter’s single request? That couldn’t be.

Quincey, who had been quietly listening to our conversation, stepped forward as if he’d been waiting.

“I think you’re mistaken about something, Your Grace. Grey is not a swordsman.”

“Ah. Is that so?”

“Please look at these palms. Where in the world would you find a swordsman with palms this soft? Haha, my friend’s aura is so extraordinary that Miss Jin Berkleighton must have been mistaken.”

Quincey spread my hand wide and waved it back and forth enthusiastically like a fan. However, the Sword Saint seemed to have little interest in whether my hands were soft or rough.

“Baroness Weatherwax.”

“Yes.”

“Do you think the same, Baroness?”

I answered with a slight smile.

“If you’re asking for my opinion, I would answer that one can hold a sword even without being a swordsman.”

Volkawin tapped the back of my hand with a flustered voice.

“Grey?”

The Sword Saint asked me with his consistently gentle demeanor.

“Are you saying that even though you’ve never learned swordsmanship, you would gladly be my daughter’s opponent?”

“Your Grace. Honestly, I don’t understand why Your Grace has come to make such a request of me. After all, isn’t it utterly absurd? To ask someone who isn’t a swordsman to duel with an excellent swordsman. If I may be so bold, I even feel as though you’ve come to mock me.”

Even at this blatant criticism, the Sword Saint didn’t lose his relaxed smile.

“That’s why I wanted to arrange a separate meeting to make this proposal carefully.”

“I understand. Duke Berkley Greytown has come to make a ‘request’ of me, hasn’t he? I can’t pretend not to know about His Grace’s ‘request.’ No matter how perplexing, absurd, and preposterous this ‘request’ may be.”

I placed particularly strong emphasis on the word “request.” If I’m not mistaken, the Sword Saint’s smile seemed to deepen.

By now, he must have realized why I’m laying this groundwork.

“If there’s a price you want, speak freely, Baroness Weatherwax.”

Since you put it that way.

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