The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 36

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Chapter 36

Jin’s sword resonated from within its sheath.

-I’ll go. No matter who the enemy is, I’ll sweep them all away.

Matching the spirited resonance, its master’s momentum also grew sharp.

Jin took a deep breath and her eyes flashed.

“I won’t refuse the Baroness’s kindness!”

Jin’s form flew toward me as she drew her sword in one motion. Both her leap and stance were clean without any excess. That made it easier to dodge.

Jin swung her sword domineeringly, making the name “mock duel” seem meaningless. She was so fierce that whenever her sword blade filled with sword energy barely grazed my body, the heated air felt hot against my skin.

When that happened, I had no choice but to strike her hand or sword to knock it away.

“Ugh!”

When we were talking, she seemed so serious that there didn’t appear to be much emotional fluctuation.

‘But when she gets hit, she glares with killing intent.’

It wasn’t anger toward the enemy who attacked her.

Rather, it was closer to anger toward herself for not being able to avoid the enemy’s attack.

‘She’s frighteningly demanding of herself.’

After repeatedly falling backward several times, Jin didn’t charge forward boldly this time but slowly took her stance.

“Huu.”

Not panicking or despairing, but regulating her breathing and regaining her pace was a good attitude.

Moreover, Jin knew how to exploit new openings. Each time she regulated her breathing, she observed me with sharp eyes and worked her mind hard.

Jin’s appearance made me smile a little.

‘You really do love the sword.’

But it can’t be helped. Miss Jin is the Swordmaster’s disciple.

‘I’ve received the Swordmaster’s sword dozens, hundreds of times.’

I even stayed by his side at the moment he achieved the realm of Sword Master.

Jin learned, practiced, and refined the swordsmanship of such a Swordmaster, didn’t she? There was no way I couldn’t see the path of the sword she unleashed.

“Huff, huff.”

Jin staggered back as her consecutive attacks were blocked.

Of course, swinging my sword once or twice might be helpful to Jin.

‘But I don’t want to because it’s the Swordmaster’s sword. It feels unpleasant.’

That said, I couldn’t keep just dodging forever.

Making the opponent exhausted could be called a tactic, but I was reluctant because it was a huge waste of time. Then there was only one remaining option.

‘Make her hurt so badly she can’t get up.’

I properly gripped the sheath in my right hand. Jin, who noticed the sign, bent her body to the side, thinking I was about to draw my sword.

“Sorry.”

I didn’t draw my sword. Instead, I thrust the sheath in my right hand straight forward. The end of the handle struck Jin’s abdomen directly.

“Ugh.”

Not missing the moment when my opponent stepped back, I spun the sheath once with my left hand and struck Jin’s crown.

Very hard.

Thwack!

“Huk.”

Good. That’s a scream I like.

Jin, who squeezed her eyes shut, couldn’t endure the pain and collapsed face-down on the floor.

“Next time it’s both ankles. If you get hit in both, you won’t be able to walk without crutches for a while.”

Jin glared at me with eyes that had tears trickling down.

I kindly explained the next injury routine to her face.

“After the ankles comes the wrists. I’ll make it so you can’t hold a fountain pen for a month.”

Jin must already be realizing the difference in skill between us.

She lives and dies by the sword. Knowing the skill difference, would she still offer her wrists out of stubbornness?

Her precious wrists that need to grip a sword?

Jin, who had been roughly regulating her breathing, closed her eyes with a miserable expression.

“…I have lost.”

For a sword fanatic, it was a very rational declaration of defeat.

I was about to leave a few words of advice about the sword Jin had wielded, but I closed my mouth.

She’s a swordsman who has none other than a Swordmaster as her master. Who was I to leave teachings?

Jin caught the Swordmaster’s sword that flew to her, let out a long sigh, and asked.

“May I ask just one thing?”

“You can ask two things.”

“How can one reach such a realm at that age?”

Age. Was the Weatherwax Baroness said to be twenty this year? I firmly shook my head.

“You can’t.”

Because twenty is a fake age.

Moreover, I didn’t properly learn the sword. So the expression “realm” was also embarrassing.

It was crude survival skills gained from rolling around, getting hurt, and surviving on the battlefield for 10 years.

“But Baroness, you…”

“I learned the sword in a wrong way. I became strong earlier than others, but I’m paying the corresponding price.”

I sprinkled on a little seasoning, but I didn’t lie. I became strong on the battlefield and died on the battlefield as the price, didn’t I?

I was lucky to crawl out of the grave, but I’m living a life with a 6-year time limit. If that’s not a price, what is?

“What kind of price?”

“Secret.”

Jin, who had been hanging her head as if in deep thought, uncharacteristically hesitated, then.

“May I say just one last thing?”

“Go ahead.”

Looking at me with determined eyes, what she said was.

“Weatherwax Baroness. Please take me as your disciple.”

Hmm.

They say sword fanatics aren’t crazy because of swords, but grabbed swords because they were crazy. There’s not a single wrong word in old sayings.

“…Did you just space out? I definitely said I learned the sword in a wrong way, didn’t I? Or do you mean you want to become strong even if it means doing it that way?”

“Yes.”

“The sword is a means, not a goal. It’s not the sword wielding you, but you wielding the sword…”

“…”

“Did you already forget? It should be a virtue that Duke Berkley Greytown emphasized.”

“For me too, the sword is a means. However, if I can achieve my purpose with that means, I’ll gladly be wielded by the sword. Becoming strong is more important to me. As quickly as possible, if I can. So please take me as your disciple.”

Even while declaring she would rebel against her master’s teachings, her eyes didn’t waver at all.

‘This isn’t momentary rashness. Her will is firm.’

So I refused even more firmly.

“No.”

“I’ll do whatever you order me to do.”

“Where would I use a sword fanatic like Miss Jin who only knows how to swing swords?”

“Please let me do cleaning and laundry.”

“What? Are you trying to steal someone’s job right now…”

“Otherwise, I have nowhere to go.”

“You boldly accepted a duel and now you’re whining?”

“I’m an orphan. I have no parents or siblings. No friends either. If you don’t accept me, Baroness, all that’s left is to be driven to the streets, starve day by day, and die of hunger.”

Why is she so shameless? No family and nowhere to go. Isn’t this a more vicious technique than the ‘if you’re sick, you should die’ technique?

Kuuung.

At that moment, a majestic mechanical sound was heard and the Black Regal shook. Then the aircraft began to descend very slowly.

‘Landing?’

Ah, right. There was such a schedule tonight.

The airship seemed to have just arrived at the new destination, Eastern Lake Irigel.

Jin bit her lips and glared at me as she spoke.

“…I will announce that I lost the mock duel. As promised, I will give up my position as heir and leave Berkleygrayten Castle, so don’t worry. After leaving the castle, I will come to see the Baroness. Well then, I’ll be going.”

Jin went down to the deck with an expression dripping with regret.

“Tsk tsk.”

Go ahead and look all you want. Is the Weatherwax Baroness waiting? You probably won’t see her again until you die, right?

‘Anyway, this should prevent the Assassin Butler from escaping.’

Since I went through the trouble of participating in a mock duel, the Assassin Butler will now have to work as my slave… no, friend until I find all of Dian Ket’s relics.

Before going down to the deck, I took a moment to admire the dark water surface spread out below my feet.

‘So this is Eastern Lake Irigel.’

I could believe it if someone told me it was the ocean. Moreover, the shadow of the North Deusus Mountains faintly visible beyond the lake was indeed as treacherous as rumored.

Black Regal was scheduled to stay here at Irigel until tomorrow, then depart early the morning after and return to Ragal.

Irigel is, strictly speaking, a destination for the Nobility Council meeting.

The Nobility Council will spend tomorrow staying at the villa with the regular passengers, but through their meeting they will further solidify their own world.

I returned to my private cabin.

Knock knock.

“Lu, are you there?”

When I didn’t hear an answer, I opened the door.

However, I couldn’t actually step foot inside the opened door.

The scene that appeared before my eyes was so incompatible with the setting of Black Regal that for a moment I thought I had returned to Weatherwax Manor.

‘Huh.’

Lu was looking at me, having returned to his original form.

That itself wouldn’t be a problem.

However, if there was a well-dressed noblewoman unconscious and collapsed at his feet, that would be a big problem.

Lu, you….

‘You finally caused an incident!’

I carefully and secretly locked the door so no one would see. Then I approached the collapsed noblewoman and placed my finger under her nose. Fortunately, she was breathing.

I looked at Lu with very, extremely, considerably complicated feelings.

Standing expressionlessly in the middle of the cabin, he grinned when our eyes met.

It was an eerie smile that didn’t contain even a hint of Morian Sereniye’s loveliness.

“What. Were you disappointed that I’m alive when you thought I was dead?”

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