The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 347

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Part 2, Chapter 145

Rien carefully laid Dunain down in a space untouched by the flames.

It was a desperate situation.

‘In fact, Dunain was essentially the last restraint.’

Rien’s rage seemed to have already far surpassed his affection for his own blood relative.

You could tell by looking at his eyes. The endlessly turbulent pupils had become unbelievably calm. As if accepting all consequences.

“Hey, woman.”

At Garrosh’s call, Trevia, who had been in a daze, blankly lifted her head.

“Didn’t you say you were the last bastion to protect this city?”

“Ah… now… truly…”

“Daisy Pager. Take this bastion and run away.”

Garrosh, who had dusted off his sword blade, rose and stood between us and the corpse that had gotten up.

“Isn’t that what you want? I’ll buy you time, so don’t dawdle and get lost quickly. I can’t guarantee how long I’ll be able to hold out.”

It was a reasonably wise judgment.

No matter how much Rien could destroy this city completely, he was ultimately bound by the chains of balance. He wouldn’t be able to hold out for long and would have to return to his own land.

In the meantime, if Spolia dealt with the remnants of the Old Faith and repaired the defensive magic, they could protect the city and some survivors. Even if it was after great collapse.

But I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

Thump, thump.

The beating of my heart was still uneasy and disturbing. This sensation I could no longer doubt.

I must not be separated from Garrosh.

I dusted off my bottom, stood up, and walked past Garrosh.

“Stop fooling around and get behind me, Andert.”

“…What?”

“Who are you trying to protect, shorty?”

Ha! A loud scoff burst out from behind me, as if he found it absurd.

“What nonsense are you spouting? Can’t you see your head barely reaches my shoulder?”

“You’re still in that state because you try to judge everything by what you see.”

“Shut up and get lost.”

“Shutting up isn’t my preference, and getting lost isn’t my specialty.”

“Seriously, damn it.”

Just as Garrosh bared his teeth, hit my shoulder, and tried to step forward again.

Rien burst into laughter.

“Hahaha, ahahaha! What good sibling affection. Good!”

Since Rien’s eyes were more than half, no, completely mad, I didn’t even acknowledge it.

Garrosh was the same.

Surely that was the case…

“Ah, truly. What a heartwarming sight.”

They say anxiety shines brighter than any other color?

Both our eyes had naturally fixed on one direction at some point.

A dead body with rotting bones and flesh clinging all over it. The owner of that body approached us slowly, with an appearance both strange and oddly familiar.

“Your mother would surely be delighted too… wouldn’t she?”

Ah, that’s right.

Yes… it was this kind of face.

Human memory is truly amazing. The blurred traces that remained were perfectly recreated as that face from memory, interlocking with the face before my eyes.

This is the right face.

“Daisy?”

The one who let me and Andert see the light of this world.

Our mother.

“Where have you been? Ah… you came with Andert. Did you play with friends? Looking at how you’re covered in dirt, you must have been fooling around with Berti again.”

The corpse, mother’s gaze, left my face and turned to look at Garrosh.

“Oh my. You look much bigger today, Andert?”

“…”

“Mm, it’s not strange. You take after your father, so you’ll grow tall. You won’t lose to anyone in strength either.”

Could it be a hallucination?

No, that can’t be.

How did Rien find mother’s corpse?

No, that’s not important now.

“It looks like it might rain, so it would be better to go inside. Come, hurry over here.”

A hand that creaked like old wood reached out toward Garrosh.

I couldn’t see what expression Garrosh had because his back was blocking my view.

The one who should be telling it to stop messing around and split the corpse in half was strangely, impossibly quiet.

“Andert should hold mommy’s hand. Sister Daisy should hold Andert’s hand… and all three of us will go home together nicely. How about it, isn’t that nice? Let’s eat warm tomato stew and listen to the rain.”

Mother’s face smiling warmly.

“My dear Andert…”

But this warmth is no longer needed by us siblings.

One step, then two steps.

I walked past Garrosh and cut off the corpse’s head with the energy I drew to my fingertips.

“Andert, you idiot!”

I deliberately raised my voice loudly, turned around, and grabbed Garrosh’s shoulder.

“Why are you being so slow when it doesn’t suit you? You know too. Mother already long ago…”

Long ago…

I couldn’t continue my words.

Garrosh’s abdomen was stained red.

I could see a spear that had sprouted from the ground piercing through his belly and protruding above his back. Bright red blood dripped down the spear shaft and chains, staining the dirt floor a filthy color.

My mind went completely blank.

Next, my throat burned.

And next… next… uh… I’m not sure.

At some point, it wasn’t Garrosh but Rien who was in front of me.

Even while strangling his neck, when my opponent slipped from my grasp, I would cut down the swarming corpses, cut and cut again, to reach Rien.

Sometimes powerful magic would take away skin and bone, but when I steadied my breathing, my perfectly restored body would chase Rien again as if to show off.

As the smile gradually disappeared from Rien’s face, who had been parrying as if enjoying it, I aimed for his vital points even faster.

I gave up one arm and cut his shoulder. After sacrificing my thigh, I took his left eye. Slowly but one by one, step by step, without rushing… I whittled away at my opponent.

“Don’t make me laugh, newcomer! How dare a little star who still smells of milk! Ha, ha! Ahaha!”

The moment Rien, who had lost his composure, spat blood on my face.

Suddenly… having completely forgotten about Trevia’s existence, I thought that I probably wasn’t much different from him, who didn’t run away and unchangingly aimed for my heart.

Just as Spolia and Rien had. Would I too someday desire to become a complete god like them?

Are we, who are only half, destined to struggle to find our other half?

If so… what kind of wall is the fifth wall that must be faced to become a complete god?

What kind of wall is it that doesn’t crumble despite Spolia and Rien’s desperate desires?

Why was only Lu able to cross that wall?

An unprecedented greed began to arise.

I want to break free from this shackle-like balance that binds me. I want to freely surpass limits and easily protect precious things.

When I thought of protecting, Lu’s face came to mind.

But it soon disappeared like smoke. The voice inside me whispered.

‘His help isn’t needed. Since when have I relied on others?’

With the most efficient movements, excluding all emotions and thoughts, I pressed Rien. Rien was driven into a defensive position. I could see his body breaking down.

The corpses blocking my way, mother, Dunain, I cut them down again and again and again…

When I finally held the completely broken Rien in my hands.

Suddenly, I saw my own face reflected in his transparent pupils.

I was smiling.

Just like Rien.

“….”

I had become Rien.

“….”

A beast where rage had conquered reason.

“….”

Was it from that moment?

My heart that had been racing madly began to slowly calm down.

The voice inside me whispered urgently.

‘What are you doing? Run more! Don’t stop yourself, Daisy… We must return to space…’

Panting, I looked down at Rien’s left chest.

The voice inside me whispered again.

‘That’s not it. You can’t do that. You can’t give up this golden opportunity to return to space.’

The death of a demigod brings the earth’s wrath.

And the curse of the land eternally banishes the sinner who stole the stars from me.

In an instant, Rien disappeared.

He who had vanished from before my eyes had already arrived in front of a despairing woman.

Trevia. Finally obtaining the last puzzle piece, Rien raised his tattered hand and grasped the woman with resolute eyes.

And then…

“You are the last one.”

When his mangled hand aimed for Trevia’s heart, I threw my body forward.

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“…Lord Andert?”

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No, it’s not me.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Listen carefully. My heart is still beating. Nothing happened to me. I’m still standing with both feet on the ground.

I slowly closed my eyes and opened them.

I didn’t want to believe it.

“Lu.”

The moment Rien’s hand burst through Lu’s heart.

My blue star died silently.

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