The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 343

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Part 2, Chapter 141

Spolia was not in the comfortable shirt attire I had seen at my villa, but in a strangely familiar yet alien appearance.

The jet-black coat-style garment had a hem long enough to drag on the ground, and the black buttons went up to above the neck, enough to cover the Adam’s apple.

Moreover, the black shoulder cape remained at waist level without swaying in the gentle breeze. He looked so dignified and weighty that it was hard to believe he was a man with dozens of children.

‘Even if he’s an unpredictable bomb, he’s still a priest of the Deus faith after all.’

The Deus faith is one of the religions with the most followers on the continent, along with Loqwe.

If Loqwe follows Caliphate’s teachings to transcend the wall of mortals and dreams of returning to the infinite universe, then the Deus faith aims for a clean and moral life to receive salvation from their main god Deus under the guidance of priests.

Perhaps because of this, while Caliphate, the holy land of Loqwe, may be located deep in the mountains but has few stairs on wide flat ground with an open view.

The old temple, the holy land of the Deus faith, was built on endless stairs above towering white stone statues that seemed to pierce the sky, so magnificent it blocked out the sun.

I looked up at the sky that had darkened like midnight and arrived beside Trevia.

But Trevia’s condition was a bit strange.

‘I thought she’d be so happy to meet Spolia that she’d bow in gratitude.’

Instead, her face was colored with deep fear.

Not only was her breathing unstable, but cold sweat began to form below her smooth forehead. When I waved my hand in front of her eyes wondering if she was okay, there was no reaction at all.

Why is she acting like this?

“The old temple is the legacy of a dead god.”

As if answering my question, Spolia, standing before the towering stairs, spoke with a cool tone.

“Deus is not a half-baked incomplete being like us, but a complete god itself. When witnessing such noble power, any human is bound to feel endless fear and despair.”

The power of Deus. According to Spolia’s words, Trevia seemed to be feeling fear from exposure to that power.

“Was Deus originally human like us?”

“Of course.”

When Spolia raised one hand and lightly gestured, a black silhouette slowly revealed itself above the stairs.

Brilliant silver armor.

A long red plume extending below the helmet.

The being that had burst in to kill me in the Land of Death. The Emperor’s Guard, Dunain.

Seeing the inspector’s efficient movements naturally reminded me of Rien.

The fact that this was the only being that psychotic demon loved to death. Furthermore, the fact that this being was his only biological daughter was quite realistic yet unbelievable at the same time.

“Now, Daisy. As a commemoration of visiting my land, let me offer the long-delayed reward, gift, and my heart.”

Soon the white porcelain bowl in Dunain’s hands slowly descended toward me.

A delayed reward, gift, and heart…

‘Deus’ Crucible.’

The sacred treasure of the Deus faith said to be given to whoever kills Rien. The legendary divine artifact that supposedly turns a mere human into a god.

Could it be that he’s giving me such a precious thing so readily?

“My heart, that is.”

There you go again. Where are you trying to pull a scam.

Thud.

I slammed the porcelain bowl to the ground. The empty bowl rolled on the ground with a loud noise.

Spolia, who had been watching the scene with a strange expression, asked in bewilderment.

“Do my words sound like a joke to you?”

Well, wouldn’t they?

“Of course. Killing Rien means receiving the curse of the land. How could a human who received such a terrible curse possess Deus’ Crucible? They’d be destined to drown soon enough.”

So Deus’ Crucible was nothing more than bait to lure heroes to the Western Continent to deal with Rien.

Since it was a truth that could only be noticed by knowing about the curse of the land, ordinary humans, no, even extraordinary humans would be deceived until the very end.

“A logical deduction.”

Spolia chuckled and gazed at the overturned Deus’ Crucible with a peaceful look.

“But Daisy… There really was a ‘god’s heart’ inside that. And there will continue to be one in the future. If my heart is placed in it.”

“…”

“All priests of the Deus faith have traditionally eaten the god’s heart and crossed the fourth wall.”

It was a cruel expression, but it didn’t come as a surprising fact.

It was something I had vaguely noticed after learning about the existence of Deus’ Crucible. Loqwe also has a similar tradition.

“Of course, not just anyone can obtain Deus’ Crucible. Usually priests meet the ‘conditions’ set by Deus. Just like… most Caliphate cannot rise to Lord Caleph.”

“Are you saying I meet those conditions? Then rip out your heart right now and put it in here.”

“Yes, as you say, Kontaninos needs a next-generation god to receive my heart.”

“So put your heart in it.”

“But will such a great human really be born? Before I, tired of boredom, give up everything and return to the heavens…”

Like all gods, Spolia only heard what he wanted to hear and only spoke what he wanted to say.

Spolia’s occasionally empty gaze turned toward the countless galaxies beyond my back.

“Even with desperate breeding, there’s always a flaw somewhere. The absence of heroes might be the fate of this land after all. The Emperor’s Guard has lost its meaning too.”

Does this mean he won’t have any more children?

Suddenly Spolia’s eyes turned toward me.

A gaze that traveled back through distant time, containing the numbness of long years I couldn’t fathom, suddenly held a clear light and wore a smile. To me who knew him, it was a smile that always felt sinister rather than purely clear and joyful.

“In the midst of all this, you appeared before me like this… If only you would stay by my side, all problems would be solved.”

Eyes sparkling with starlight ensnared me.

At that moment, I felt a strong attraction that was hard to express in words.

This feeling of being completely captivated by the very being standing before me. This sensation as if the perfect being I sought was beckoning to me.

My feet tried to move on their own at this mysterious yet ecstatic sensation I had never felt before, but I gritted my teeth and somehow endured it. This is…

‘To put it nicely, I’m instinctively drawn to Spolia who is a god, or to put it badly, I’m on the verge of losing my mind and being bewitched.’

Spolia, who didn’t know my dizzying state, or rather, surely knew it, watched my struggle with the most loving eyes.

“No longer repeating meaningless acts… the Western Continent will gain a hero… and I will be reborn as a complete god because of you. Because of you alone, all my desires and future that I’ve dreamed of for over a hundred years will be completed.”

Damn it… Now even Spolia in front of me appeared doubled.

I tried to maintain my sanity by continuously being aware of the magical device Lu had given me.

Don’t forget, Daisy. You can run away anytime.

You don’t need to endure stupidly.

“How about it, Daisy. Has your curiosity about me been satisfied a little now? Or… do you still have something you want to ask?”

I shook my head and glared at Spolia.

Today’s Spolia seemed to be in a very good mood. He would surely answer any question readily. There was a question I really wanted to hear Spolia’s answer to…

But could I really keep enduring? Wouldn’t it be safer to go back before Spolia does something strange?

At some point while I was contemplating between the two paths.

Trevia grabbed my foot.

“…Lord Andert. Lord Andert. Can you hear my voice?”

Through her disheveled hair, eyes soaked with deep tears turned toward me.

“Please help… Please save Meshita, save Seer God.”

“…What?”

I thought it was a strange request.

Suddenly asking me to save Seer God. What nonsense is this with Spolia, the god of the Western Continent, right in front of us?

“This night’s magic surrounding the old temple is the final defensive magic left by Deus…”

As the desperate whisper reached my ears, strange cracks began to appear in the night sky above.

Creak-

“And the activation of the final magic means that Seer God is in mortal danger.”

Creak-

“Seer God is collapsing… Please, save us… save this city…!”

Soon.

Through the crack in the night sky, terrible screams and cries as if rising from hell began to spread.

The energy of blazing flames.

This power was definitely… Rien’s.

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