The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 37

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Chapter 37

“What the hell is this all about…?”

No, wait a minute.

‘Let me think logically.’

From observing the past month.

There was always a reason behind everything Lu did.

He was the one who convinced the Head Maid to accompany us here under the pretext of managing me.

That means he wouldn’t have brought this noblewoman here without any reason.

“You seem to be making an interesting deduction. How about telling me directly? Who knows. I might help you.”

I suppose I could do that.

“…Right now, you’re not Morian, but back to your original form. That means you used different magic. Right?”

You can’t use other magic while transformed. This is based on the basic magical theory that ‘different magics cannot exist in overlapping states.’

This theory was why mages valued magical tools. They could use magical tools while transformed.

“And you deliberately dragged this woman into the cabin. You had a purpose beyond simply knocking out a woman.”

Lu stared at me intently. I confidently continued.

“Lastly… You’ve been showing suspicious behavior for the past few days. You’ve probably been devoting time and attention to this woman. You went out separately yesterday too, saying you had an appointment, didn’t you?”

“You can even come up with cute logic. So what’s your conclusion?”

“You’ve fallen for this woman.”

Lu’s expression turned cold.

The atmosphere was such that it wouldn’t be strange if he hit me, so I hastily made an excuse.

“I’m joking. The conclusion is that you already knew this woman. How about it?”

“You were doing well but then stumbled.”

What? That’s not it?

I looked at the woman with a noblewoman’s appearance with a strange gaze.

If that’s not it, then what’s the problem?

Information about Dian Ket could be obtained sufficiently without laying out a weak-looking woman like luggage.

“…Don’t tell me this woman threatened you first?”

“More precisely, she was planning to.”

Ah. That was definitely a hint.

“This woman is an assassin.”

Knock knock.

A quiet knock sounded. I instinctively brought my hand to my empty right waist.

“Excuse me. The Black Regal has docked at Irigel. Please come out when you’re ready to disembark. I’ll guide you to the bedroom at Irigel Manor.”

“…Hmm. My wife just woke up, so it might take a little time to get out. It would be good if you could wait below the airship.”

“Understood.”

Phew.

After chasing away the crew member, I asked in a lowered voice.

“Don’t tell me she came to assassinate you?”

“Well. At least it’s certain she has some sinister goal. If you’re curious, shall I ask what her purpose is?”

Lu smiled coldly and lifted the assassin’s head like a potato into the air.

Suddenly, the assassin’s tightly closed eyes snapped open.

“Gasp!”

A death-like gasp burst out, and dozens of layers of magical energy overlapped over the assassin’s green eyes.

As the layers of magic thickened, the focus in her eyes became blurrier.

I know this magic.

‘Mind control magic.’

Along with oaths, it was a high-risk category of magic that was mostly designated as forbidden.

“Aren’t you going to ask?”

“…Is this why you brought her?”

Instead of answering, Lu lightly shrugged his shoulders.

‘He doesn’t care at all about forbidden magic or anything.’

I don’t really care either, so let’s just move on.

Kneeling in front of the assassin’s face, I quietly parted my lips.

“What purpose did you board the Black Regal for?”

The assassin, who trembled once as if refusing to answer, replied in a dying voice.

“Nobility Council… surveillance… sir.”

So the target was the Nobility Council, not Lu.

‘Hmm. I don’t want to get involved in useless matters.’

I asked with a sigh.

“Who is the target?”

“Unspecified… multiple targets… sir.”

Multiple?

“How many more like you are hiding?”

“Twelve… sir.”

Something’s strange. If it’s just surveillance, why would they hide twelve assassins?

I looked at Lu. His eyes held a meaningful aura as if something deeply displeased him.

“What are the roles of the others besides you?”

“The… manor, ugh…”

The assassin’s mental resistance became extreme.

Lu chuckled and layered more magical energy over the assassin’s eyes. Now she looked almost like a corpse with open eyes.

“Answer. What are the roles of the others besides you?”

Gasp. Gasp.

The assassin, who was breathing with difficulty, slowly moved her lips.

“Irigel Manor… terrorism…”

As Lu let go of his hand and I stood up from my seat, I rushed to the window.

Irigel Manor standing proudly under the pure white moonlight.

‘Oh no.’

Into it, dozens of heads were filing in like a line of ants.

* * *

The wide corridor was full of busy crew members.

Judging by the trays full of luggage bags, most passengers on that floor seemed to have already disembarked.

Jin walked briskly through them toward her destination. Her expression was as stoic as always, but the situation she had experienced just minutes ago kept replaying in her mind.

‘She was clearly different from all the swordsmen I’ve faced before.’

Skill? Of course that was different. She had been defeated when her opponent hadn’t even drawn her sword.

However, the doubt Jin felt was more fundamental than that.

‘The scabbard and feet came from positions I never thought of. Her body movements were completely different from what I expected.’

That’s why she felt even more powerless, and couldn’t help but continuously review the duel with her.

What if she had swung her left hand instead of her right hand then? If her left foot’s balance had been more perfect? If she hadn’t habitually charged with her right shoulder?

‘…Phew.’

The Swordmaster’s style was to crush opponents with overwhelming skill difference in duels.

In contrast, the Weatherwax Baroness felt like she was toying with her in the duel.

Today’s duel was shocking to Jin in many ways, forcing her to admit that she was a flower in a greenhouse.

‘But meeting the Weatherwax Baroness was fortunate for me.’

The Swordmaster had declared he would step down from his ducal position within three years. It was a publicly acknowledged fact throughout the Empire that he had his eye on Garosh as his successor.

Jin had knocked on the Berkley-Greytown Family’s door solely to learn swordsmanship.

Moreover, the Swordmaster wasn’t the type to keep a swordsman who had fallen out of the succession battle as his disciple.

‘So I absolutely cannot let the Weatherwax Baroness slip away.’

Train without rest and aim for the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

For Jin, who had lived her entire life looking only toward that goal, the Weatherwax Baroness was someone who would present another path of the sword.

When she came to her senses, Jin had arrived before the Swordmaster, her master and adoptive father.

Even though they had arrived at the last stop, Eastern Lake Irigel, quite a few passengers remained in the cabin.

They must have been those who wanted to hear the results of the duel with their own ears.

“I am indebted to you, Your Grace.”

She humbly returned the Swordmaster’s sword with both hands. No, she tried to return it, but the owner didn’t seem inclined to take it back.

He remained seated with his legs crossed, gazing intently at Jin’s face before speaking.

“You’re wearing a very different expression than I expected.”

“I’m ashamed.”

Quincey, who had been glancing around while holding his cards, opened his mouth in bewilderment.

“Don’t tell me… Grey beat Miss Jin? That can’t be right, can it?”

The murmuring in the cabin gradually grew louder. However, the Swordmaster didn’t answer the man’s question.

The Swordmaster, who had been slowly stroking his chin with contemplative eyes, asked Jin casually.

“Jin. How many moves did you give him?”

“It wasn’t me who gave moves, but my opponent who gave them.”

“How so?”

“He promised that if he swung his sword twice, it would count as my victory.”

How arrogant! The moment someone cried out like that, the Swordmaster’s head turned toward Quincey.

“Lord Quincey Fanula.”

“Yes? Ah, yes.”

“Did it truly appear to your eyes as well that the Baron had never learned swordsmanship?”

As if recalling something, Quincey’s eyes narrowed.

But his reaction was only somewhat slow, and he affirmed with a firm tone.

“It appeared so.”

“Is that so? Thank you for answering my question.”

The Swordmaster, having taken back his sword from Jin, rose from his chair.

“Let’s head back for now. We arrived at Irigel earlier than expected. Everyone, let’s meet on land rather than in the sky tomorrow morning.”

The Swordmaster and Jin were the first to leave the cabin. Since the Black Regal had arrived at Irigel, it was natural behavior that everyone could understand.

However, Jin knew.

The fact that the Swordmaster had not permitted her declaration of defeat.

He had very cleverly silenced Jin.

He conspicuously ignored Quincey’s question about whether Jin had lost and left his seat nonchalantly.

The Swordmaster was naturally someone who wouldn’t stand by and watch his original plans go awry. From his perspective, Jin’s defeat must have been an unexpected result.

As soon as they returned to the private cabin, the Swordmaster asked.

“How did the Weatherwax Baron wield his sword?”

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