The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 40

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Chapter 40

“Suicide commotion.”

“Suicide… you said?”

“Yeah. Instead of attending class, she sent a single letter to the professor. 【I am currently on the top floor of this castle and plan to fall. It’s all your fault.】”

Volkawin let out a hollow laugh and shook his head.

“She’s completely insane.”

“You think so too, right? But my friend didn’t stop at just that level of madness. Originally, follow-up measures are more important in everything. Right after drawing people’s attention like that. She always brought her vicious dog with her wherever she went. An aggressive vicious dog with its leash pulled so tight. Thanks to that, she could receive her father’s protection of 【Don’t touch her and leave her alone before she goes even more insane】, and became free from her siblings.”

“…That story. I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere. Don’t tell me?”

“That’s right. It’s Princess Natasha’s anecdote.”

You know it too? Well, there are few royals who lived as tumultuous a life as Natasha.

Natasha, who had been a naive and innocent princess, became a completely different person after that incident.

She devoted herself to studying magic to gain power, enlisted in the Mado Allied Forces, and steadily built her reputation as a combat mage and her position as a commander.

And finally, she even defeated her siblings and obtained the position of crown princess herself. Unfortunately, it seems she couldn’t reach the throne.

Volkawin burst into a hollow laugh.

“In short, you’re telling me to become a crazy person.”

“But Volkawin. Without that level of madness, the people around you won’t change. That guy is the same. If she hadn’t disregarded her dignity and caused such a commotion, wouldn’t she have ended up abandoned after having all the sweet benefits sucked out by her siblings by now?”

“You have to go crazy to change…”

Volkawin rubbed his forehead with a thoughtful expression.

“Haha. I certainly wasn’t a crazy person. At least not until now. …Thanks for the advice, Quincey.”

“Quincey?”

I asked back with a smile.

“Do I look like Quincey to you?”

“Huh? Of course. You are Quincey.”

An ‘exit’ is an existence that mediates and recovers the target’s mental confusion.

Therefore, it often appears by mimicking the form of an existence that provides stability to the target.

It seemed that Volkawin’s ‘exit’ for overcoming his reverse scale was Quincey. Quincey’s existence as a friend seems to have quite an influence on him.

“Blind fool. No matter how you look at it, my beauty is an overwhelming victory.”

Volkawin’s form, having found his exit, gradually becomes blurry. He has escaped the trap.

I passed by Volkawin, who had become a handful of starlight, and walked back into the darkness.

‘That’s all well and good, but where is my exit?’

Usually, when one is aware of a trap, an exit that can escape from the trap tends to follow alongside.

In my case, whenever I got caught in a trap, a young version of myself always followed me around. My small and naive childhood self.

‘But why can’t I see it now?’

That’s when it happened.

I saw a blond man with sparkling hair running urgently from far away.

I wondered who it was, but it was Quincey.

‘What? Don’t tell me he broke free from the illusion by his own will?’

That would be troublesome.

My goal is Quincey’s information. Quincey needs to suffer from illusions for me to extract the information I want…

“Father! I heard the professor is visiting our house today?”

I stared intently at Quincey, who had stopped beside me. He was looking up at the middle-aged man in front of him with an excited expression, his cheeks flushed red.

‘He didn’t break free from the illusion.’

He was running toward the illusion.

The man, who was both Quincey’s illusion and his biological father, nodded curtly.

[That’s right.]

“Did you accept my request? Then what about the schedule? Since the professor has become my study abroad teacher, shouldn’t we revise the schedule as well?”

[No, that professor won’t accompany your study abroad. He’ll remain here to help with your brother’s lessons.]

Quincey’s complexion rapidly darkened.

“…Did my brother say he wanted to receive lessons from that professor?”

[That’s not it. Looking at his career, I decided he would be of greater help to your brother’s studies.]

“But isn’t that professor someone I invited?”

[You’re saying strange things. Isn’t your brother the eldest son who will inherit the family business? Regardless of who invited him, you as the younger brother should yield.]

“Father. I’ve looked up all of that person’s papers. There’s a field I really want to research in the North Continental Union, and that professor is perfect…”

[Enough! Don’t argue with me. Are you trying to steal the professor I’ve assigned to your brother? Did I raise you like that?]

So Quincey’s reverse scale is being pushed aside by his eldest brother as the second son.

Quincey’s expression, disappointed beyond measure and dazed, was pitiful in many ways.

I immediately struck his father.

“Sorry.”

Startled Quincey looked at me with wide eyes.

“Hey, Quincey. Are you angry that your brother keeps taking away good things from you?”

“…Why are you asking such a thing? Honestly, that’s how I feel.”

“Should I tell you how to prevent things from being taken away?”

“I’ll listen.”

“You can cause a suicide commotion.”

Quincey answered with a serious expression.

“What are you talking about? Is that a joke? It’s not funny at all, man. Don’t say such things. I may clash with my father a little, but I truly love my family. I have no intention of doing crazy things like suicide.”

“No, I’m not telling you to do it, just to cause a commotion.”

“What if father gets shocked and collapses? I don’t even want to imagine such a terrible situation. Don’t ever mention it again, friend.”

Hmm, this method won’t work.

‘Quincey truly loves his family despite being treated like that.’

When you try to interpret family forms too one-dimensionally, you end up making mistakes like this.

Thanks to that, the crack I created quickly healed.

At this rate, I’ll end up caught in an even more powerful illusion as a side effect. I had to create a crack larger than the one just now.

‘What elements could shake Quincey?’

What Quincey values.

What comes to mind when thinking of Quincey.

Exactly, information.

‘This guy knew how to handle information quite skillfully.’

Even considering he was a newspaper owner’s son, he was very flexible.

Information is a tool usefully utilized in social life. Didn’t Quincey try to escape his father’s arbitrary decisions and his brother’s shadow by using information?

‘Then I can shatter Quincey’s reverse scale using information.’

The method to shatter a reverse scale is simple.

A reverse scale is simply put, a deep-seated wound and trauma that’s difficult to shake off by oneself.

If you make them recall elements powerful and positive enough to forget this wound, the target’s reverse scale breaks.

Therefore, the better you know your opponent, the easier it becomes to shatter their reverse scale.

Conversely, this also meant that if you’re ignorant about your opponent, you can never shatter it.

‘If Quincey’s reverse scale is the attention and opportunities that must be given up to his brother.’

Information is an ‘opportunity’ that allows Quincey himself to wield proactively and obtain what he wants one step ahead.

Let’s see, let’s see. Information that would captivate Quincey and divert his attention from his reverse scale.

“Quincey, do you know this?”

“…”

“The Weatherwax Baroness won in her duel against Jin Berkleighton.”

“…”

“As the price of victory, she made Jin Berkleighton her slave? She’s going to keep her locked in the mansion basement until she dies and only make her do laundry.”

I didn’t say it was true.

Quincey’s gloomy complexion brightened instantly.

“What? Is that true?”

He shook my shoulders with eyes showing keen interest. As expected, I was right. What an easy guy.

“Where did you hear that news, Volkawin? Grey, that bastard. He looked suspicious from the beginning! He lied without batting an eye?”

Volkawin, he said.

So your exit was Volkawin, Quincey.

‘One has being the eldest son as his sore spot, while the other has not being the eldest son as his sore spot.’

Two people walking completely opposite paths, becoming each other’s comfort? Indeed, the human psyche is profound.

‘But profound is one thing.’

Sorry to Quincey, but I need to collect payment for helping him.

“The dangerous ones searching for Dian Ket’s relics. Who are they?”

Illusion magic is the finest mental magic for extracting someone’s secrets.

A person caught in an illusion is most defenseless before the ‘exit’ that broke their sore spot.

Therefore, they reveal their secrets without any hesitation. Just like now.

“Duke Berkley Greytown.”

This is an expected opponent.

“And?”

Quincey answered with slightly hazy eyes.

“The North Continental Union’s… Rogue.”

Rogue? I feel like I’ve heard that somewhere.

“What’s Rogue?”

“You… don’t know Rogue? That can’t be. Is Volkawin such a complete fool that he doesn’t even know Rogue?”

Sorry, I’m a complete fool who doesn’t know Rogue.

‘What a sharp guy. Even while recognizing me as his exit, he’s still suspicious.’

But thanks to that, I gained one certainty.

‘I don’t know what Rogue is, but it must be related to Lu.’

Since Lu stole Morian’s identity from the North Continental Union. Now that Rogue has come up, I should investigate both of them.

“Thanks, friend.”

I patted his shoulder and turned away. Then Quincey’s voice stopped me.

“There’s one more.”

The moment I turned my head, a faint starlight left a brief word and disappeared.

“Duke Jenail.”

…If it’s House of Jenail, then surely.

‘Raphael Jenail Pen Rota’

Raphael is searching for Dian Ket’s relics.

‘This is rather unwelcome information.’

Doesn’t this mean I might clash with him someday?

I continued walking into the darkness.

[Stop! Where are you going? Save me, Andert…]

[Andert! You traitor trying to survive alone! You too will soon meet a terrible death like us!]

But unlike before, I had no leisure to observe my surroundings. Precisely from the moment I heard Raphael’s name, my head was filled with thoughts of him.

‘Needing Dian Ket’s relics means he’s suffering from an incurable disease that can’t be easily treated.’

Could he also be terminally ill like me? At some point when unexpected questions kept arising one after another.

Someone grabbed my hand and stopped me.

“I’ve been looking for you for a while.”

Then came a youthful voice.

I turned my head. No, more precisely, I looked down. A thin girl with a strangely unfamiliar yet familiar face was looking up at me.

Long brown hair covering her back. Slightly drooping eye corners. Light green eyes. Small body. Pale face.

The girl was none other than my young self.

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