The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 344

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Part 2, Chapter 142

So you finally caused trouble.

Recalling Rien’s appearance at the last moment, shedding tears of blood, I couldn’t help but sigh.

‘I wasn’t expecting him to change, but still.’

That day when I encountered Rien, who had grown significantly in the Land of Death.

The ominous feeling I had then wasn’t a mistake after all. But to invade Sier Gat, the capital and heart of the Contaninos Republic?

It was as if he had crossed a river of no return. As before, Rien would never be forgiven again.

“Lord Andert… I earnestly beg you, please save Sier Gat…”

Trevia’s trembling hands grabbed my collar again, and in her eyes, Spolia seemed invisible.

Or perhaps…

Was there another reason she couldn’t entrust Sier Gat entirely to Spolia?

“Daisy.”

A voice, calm and unchanged despite the increasingly clear screams of the city, called to me.

Spolia, who had approached close by, bent toward me and parted his lips.

“Accept my crucible.”

Even in this situation, he was going on about his crucible. I was so fed up with Spolia’s thoroughly consistent indifference that I kicked the overturned bowl on the floor.

Spolia’s gaze as he watched me deepened further. As if he couldn’t bear to watch any more struggling, he firmly grasped my chin and whispered while drawing close enough for our noses to touch.

“If you accept the crucible and stay by my side… when my lifelong wish is realized, I will leave you my heart before departing.”

“…”

“All this vast land and life will be placed beneath your feet.”

He would give me his heart and the city?

As I frowned at the absurd proposal.

“Father.”

A hoarse voice like scraping a sword against rock came from above the stairs.

Dunain, standing there blankly, looked both urgent and tense despite her calm demeanor.

I could vaguely sense that Dunain’s mind was entirely focused on Sier Gat and Rien. Anyone who detected the ominous energy flowing from the cracked celestial realm would feel the same.

However, Spolia only pulled my head back toward him again. As if there were more important matters than the city’s safety.

“Hurry, Daisy.”

His gaze, calm like the eye of a storm, urged me for an answer.

Eyes that maintained tranquility even amid the turbulent currents of emotional chaos.

For someone who had lived over a hundred years as a transcendent and ruler of this land, controlling emotions seemed very familiar and easy. Was this why I couldn’t read Spolia’s expressions?

“Accept my crucible. Try to love me. I promised to give you everything I have.”

But even Spolia couldn’t hide his true feelings. His grip on my chin, growing increasingly forceful, proved he was becoming impatient.

“This isn’t part of some bet. My wish, my desire, if only I could become a complete god, then you…”

“Do you think you can be free from the scales if I love you?”

Perhaps it was an unexpected counter-question.

The composure he had maintained so leisurely became disrupted, his eyes grew cold, and his thin lips parted slightly.

A long silence followed. It was an affirmation he couldn’t bring himself to voice.

Foolish bastard. To think that by forcing love, I could truly hold him dear in my heart.

Was love that easy for him? Or was he that desperate?

I couldn’t suppress my scornful laughter as I asked back.

“What if you achieve love with me but still can’t become a complete god?”

Spolia looked as if he had never considered such a possibility.

Conviction. Confidence in himself. Arrogance.

Like Rien, the words that defined Spolia were all self-righteous.

But even faced with this unfamiliar doubt, he moved his tongue lightly as if no long contemplation was needed.

“That won’t happen.”

Was Spolia’s desire love, or becoming a complete god? What made him so desperately eager?

“If such a day comes… then you wouldn’t be the true love I seek, Daisy.”

His voice continued as if it were obvious.

With those words, as if opening tightly shut eyes, Spolia’s face and the world surrounding him began to reconstruct.

Ah, yes.

Now I could see who Spolia truly was.

The smile that had seemed only cunning. The peaceful expression drawn by his gorgeous features. And what core conviction lay at its center.

Standing rooted to this spot even amid the city’s agonized wailing.

Spolia’s return to Sier Gat.

His land and all the traces he had made remaining in Sier Gat.

Despite gaining the infinite time of a demigod, his inability to let go of my chin.

Yes, Spolia. Your love is…

What you love is.

“Here it is.”

And loving me is.

“You simply wanted to protect this city… Ah. Yes, I’ll admit it. Spolia, you have good reason to be infatuated with me. Who else but me could replace you?”

Lu, who rules the Northern Continent?

Or Rien, the vengeful spirit?

Maria, who has taken root in the distant Eastern Continent?

No. Only I could receive Spolia’s legacy and protect Sier Gat.

His desperate desire… his wish to evolve into a complete god ultimately stemmed from recognizing his own weakness.

What Spolia desperately wanted was a hero or a hero’s descendant to protect this land.

“I… the curse… if you would send me…”

“I acknowledge your obsession and will, but it’s not enough to risk death. You’re far from having the skill to target Rien’s heart. You’d only become a meaningless sacrifice.”

Someone who could throw themselves against threats as formidable as Rien, and who possessed the power to do so…

“You’re different from the fakes, Daisy. I felt it once on Quin Island, twice at Trash Hill, and thrice in Ragal. Three times makes even luck into destiny. My love for you is a destiny I’ll never obtain again. Do you understand my sincerity?”

Having found someone like me who met those requirements.

He could regard me with interest and favor… and even love.

The awakened flowering power that Spolia possessed was the reproduction of offspring.

How had I not noticed? What kind of being Spolia was had already been revealed by the flowering power he possessed…

“Congratulations, Spolia. As you wished, I can finally see you now. What you’re thinking. What you truly desire…”

“…”

“And how unfortunate. This land and your power aren’t particularly attractive to me. They’re compensation I don’t need. Neither is your love.”

Spolia showed no reaction.

Nevertheless, just knowing what Spolia wanted freed me from his grasp. His blue eyes observed my every move. As if that was all he could do, he dared not make any sound.

Silence, and the storm he had harbored within began to slowly emerge on Spolia’s face.

“But… unlike when you tried to turn Ragal into a sea of fire, I’m not cold-hearted enough to just watch Sier Gat’s misfortune with open eyes.”

I helped the exhausted Trevia to her feet.

Then I turned around again and retraced the path I had come. To venture beyond the dark veil surrounding the old temple.

I could feel Spolia’s gaze, unable to look away from me.

Still remaining in that place, in that position.

I asked Trevia, who was following weakly behind, the question I had vaguely harbored.

“Listen, Trevia Mesita. Spolia alone can’t kill Rien, can he?”

Trevia, who had been drooping, raised her head as if having a seizure.

“Ha! What blasphemous words are those!”

“…”

“This city’s defensive magic and the Emperor’s Guard protecting this city all depend on his power! A mere god of calamity like that can’t do anything to Lord Spolia!”

“…”

“He is a great archmage and demigod, the guardian deity protecting the Western Continent, our eternal father and mother, and…”

“…”

“And… and…”

“…”

“He… is using too much power to protect Sier Gat.”

“….”

“Just maintaining the defensive magic that protects this massive city and its people… consumes power beyond what our minds can even imagine. While he serves as our shield, we of the Divine Knight Order are supposed to be his sword… But we always fall short of his expectations… always disappointing him…”

I covered Trevia’s mouth as she began to sob.

“That’s enough. I have my answer, so stop there.”

“…Lord Andert.”

“There are too many weak things in this world. Still, you’re among the lucky ones.”

As we approached the entrance to the Temple of the Deities, the screams grew closer. I could feel the hot flames of Rien’s uncontrollable rage bursting forth.

And finally, in front of the last stone statue we reached.

“What that inadequate deity of the Western Continent dares not accomplish… Lady Daisy, the deity of this Eastern Continent, will make it happen.”

I opened the door to pandemonium and stepped into the exterior of the temple.

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