The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 38

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Chapter 38

“….”

“Did they use familiar swordsmanship? Or was it unfamiliar swordsmanship, even to you who has faced quite a lot of sword techniques?”

Usually, Jin would obey the Swordmaster’s orders or demands without much doubt.

But today’s Jin looked up at the Swordmaster with a slightly strange feeling.

It was because the Weatherwax Baroness’s request came to mind.

“Miss Jin, this is a request, not a condition. I hope only you would know how I move in the duel.”

Had he foreseen this moment?

The more she thought about it, the more peculiar a person he was. Jin humbly bowed her head toward the Swordmaster.

“Your Grace. I will admit my defeat in the duel. Therefore, I intend to give up the succession rights of the Berkley-Greytown Family. Thank you for teaching this inadequate disciple all this time….”

“Jin.”

It was a quiet call. Reading the coldness hidden within it, Jin couldn’t bring herself to raise her head.

“I am the family head. Whether I cast you out from Berkley-Greytown or not will be decided after hearing your answer to my question.”

“The opponent didn’t even draw their sword against me. There was no way to know what swordsmanship they used.”

“They didn’t even draw their sword, so you don’t know how they wield it either? Are you serious?”

Jin closed her mouth.

A faint sneer appeared on the Swordmaster’s lips as he stared at Jin’s appearance.

Swordsmanship doesn’t simply mean the methodology of swinging a sword.

From narrowly whether one pursues a light sword or a heavy sword, to broadly what kind of craftsman made the sword being used—it all included everything.

‘And yet she gives the stupid answer that she doesn’t know.’

Jin wasn’t the type to avoid answering.

She was the most obedient person among the various successors.

Moreover, since she had no interest in anything other than swords, she was perfect to place as the external guild master of 【Clone】, the guild they had been operating since right after the war.

For the Swordmaster, who couldn’t have private organizations under his command according to the treaty with the Royal Court, she was the second most useful disciple after Garoush.

Therefore, if possible, even after passing the ducal title to Garoush, the Swordmaster himself intended to keep Jin with him.

The reason such Jin was avoiding answering the question was obvious.

‘The Weatherwax Baroness must have made it a condition of the duel.’

That meant there was definitely a secret that must be hidden from the Weatherwax Baroness.

In the ‘swordsmanship’ itself that the Weatherwax Baroness used.

The Swordmaster gripped his sword.

-Strive forward.

A familiar resonance could be heard.

When a swordsman grips a sword, traces remain.

Even when someone who isn’t the owner grips the sword, traces remain, and by examining the traces, one can glimpse a bit into that person’s inner self.

Therefore, after the sword’s resonance began to be heard, the Swordmaster never lent his sword to anyone.

No matter how quickly it would disappear, he disliked having another person’s inner self remain on his sword.

The reason such a Swordmaster lent his sword to the Weatherwax Baroness was half out of interest, half to dig into him.

But in reality, no trace of the Weatherwax Baroness could be found on his sword at all. It was natural since he said he didn’t even draw the sword.

-Strive forward.

‘….’

The Weatherwax Baroness was a new strong person who had never appeared before.

It seemed he would need to change his methods a bit.

‘Was it the Weatherwax Baroness, not the Weatherwax Family, that I should have been looking into?’

He had been exploring the Weatherwax Family for the past two years.

The reason was only one.

The rumor that Dian Cecht relics were mixed in with the former Weatherwax lady’s assets. It was to confirm the reality of that rumor.

Whether some extraordinary magic was cast on the family, he had sent countless assassins but couldn’t obtain the Dian Cecht information the Swordmaster wanted.

But from some point on, the assassins sent to the Weatherwax Family began not returning.

Sensing the unusual atmosphere, he tried to annihilate Weatherwax without dragging out time any longer.

If the Weatherwax Baroness hadn’t declared attendance at the Nobility Council, he surely would have done so.

The Swordmaster had planned to kill the Weatherwax Baroness on the Black Regal and disguise it as an accident.

After all, incidents of drunk passengers falling from airships occurred quite often even in modern times.

But in the end, he couldn’t do so.

‘Grey Weatherwax.’

Why was that?

The Swordmaster felt a strange familiarity from him.

Strange familiarity. It was extremely paradoxical, but no other expression to replace these words came to mind.

Strange yet familiar. Especially the ‘familiarity’ he felt from him had aspects that made his chest feel stuffy, making him continuously think about and examine it.

Unlike himself, accepting Jin’s request that she ‘wanted to duel with the Weatherwax Baroness’ was also for such reasons.

He thought that if the Weatherwax Baroness was a swordsman hiding his skills as Jin claimed, he could obtain even the smallest hint.

As a result, the Swordmaster couldn’t achieve what he wanted in either direction. But one thing became certain.

‘That man has something I haven’t been able to figure out.’

It had been a full four years since he’d been searching the entire continent to find Dian Cecht relics.

He had no intention of dragging out time any longer here. The Dian Cecht relics hidden by the Weatherwax Family absolutely had to become his.

“Jin.”

“…Yes.”

“If you truly want to leave Berkley-Greytown, I won’t stop you.”

Jin raised her head with surprised eyes.

The Swordmaster wasn’t foolish enough not to read his naive disciple’s mind.

A young sword demon who entered under him solely to learn swordsmanship. For such a sword demon to show great interest in a man she was seeing for the first time meant.

‘Since it’s obvious Garoush will inherit the ducal title, she must be planning to leave the family and seek out the Weatherwax Baroness.’

That longing was an opportunity for the Swordmaster.

“I think you have your own reasons.”

“I’m sorry.”

“However, there is a condition.”

Jin’s expression subtly hardened.

Before speaking about the condition, the Swordmaster gazed out the cabin window for a very brief moment.

Irigel Manor situated under the pure white moonlight. Below it, dozens of heads could be seen lined up in succession.

The Swordmaster leaned back in his chair and slowly drew in a breath.

Tonight was going to be very long.

* * *

Late at night when even the pure white moon hid behind clouds.

As soon as I stepped foot in the new bedroom, I collapsed onto the huge bed that occupied one side of the wall.

‘Ah, this is it. This is a bed.’

The cabin bed was good too, but it couldn’t compare to a great noble villa’s bed.

This place, Irigel Manor at Eastern Lake Irigel, was a villa exclusively for the Nobility Council built 100 years ago.

Perhaps because showing off was the Nobility Council’s hobby, this mansion that wasn’t even for residence was truly splendid and large. Even if I saved my maid’s salary for a lifetime, I probably couldn’t afford even one room of this villa.

That was right.

Despite the meaningless work of rooting out the assassin, we ended up settling at Irigel Manor after all.

Because there were virtually no other options.

“…Are we really going to enter the villa?”

“Then what? Should we hand this over to the crew?”

Lu, who had returned to Morian’s appearance, gestured toward the fallen assassin and asked.

I couldn’t readily answer yes. No, I absolutely wouldn’t answer to do so.

If we handed this assassin over to the Nobility Council, the aftermath would become very complicated.

How we rooted out the assassin, what process we used to extract a confession after rooting them out, where Lu appeared from, the use of forbidden magic—the worst results could be derived from all aspects.

“Answer. How will the terror be carried out?”

“Ugh… Ughhh….”

I tormented the assassin more, but they seemed not to know exactly what method the assassins who had infiltrated Irigel Manor would use to carry out terror.

Lu, tired of watching this state, stuffed a lot of alcohol into the assassin’s mouth and roughly threw them into the inner corridor.

It seemed he intended to cover it up as a disturbance caused by being completely drunk.

He grabbed my arm and naturally led me toward the villa.

“What are you so worried about, honey? The Nobility Council has the Weatherwax Baroness, a Swordmaster. He’ll take care of the trash at the villa. That’s what a Swordmaster is for.”

“Even so, what’s the use if they’ve already planted bombs or something in advance?”

“This place won’t be blown up by mere bombs. It’s a villa where the noble members of the Nobility Council stay. The Nobility Council couldn’t have failed to prepare for that. That’s why they needed more than twelve people.”

That was also a valid point, but.

‘Who could it be?’

Someone bold enough to pull off such a daring act against none other than the Nobility Council. Who could there be?

An Imperial citizen? Or an international terrorist?

“…”

I have no idea at all. Since I don’t know how Imperial politics work, I can’t even make a guess.

After lying collapsed on the bed for quite a while, I suddenly bolted upright at some point.

No matter what, it felt unsettling to pretend I didn’t know about the terrorist threat.

‘I should examine this estate myself.’

Lu’s voice caught my ankle as I headed toward the door.

“Rest.”

It was a firm command that seemed to accept no objections.

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