The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 43

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Chapter 43

The demigod Dian Cecht’s homeland is known to be the Northern Continental Union. Considering various pieces of evidence, could Lu’s origin also be the same place?

While I was pondering, we had left the villa and mingled among the other evacuees. Volkawin, who had been looking around, cautiously asked Lu.

“Um, madam. Where is Grey? I don’t see him even though we’ve come outside.”

“Grey? My husband is very sick. But don’t worry, he’s in a safe place.”

“Sick? Where is he hurt?”

“Well? He broke our precious wedding ring, so my heart was hurt.”

Looking at the beauty who had become dejected, I felt like I was truly the world’s greatest sinner.

I was glaring at Lu, who was clinging to my arm like a leech, when Quincey, who had been surveying the surroundings with Volkawin, spoke with a somewhat suspicious tone.

“Really… are you sure everything’s alright?”

Had he realized that Lu was a dangerous element with only a pretty face? As expected, he’s quick-witted.

‘And it’s quite touching too.’

If he’s asking for confirmation again from Lu, who’s supposedly the wife, that means he’s genuinely worried about me, right? Good guy.

I calmed his worries on behalf of Lu, who had dangerously narrowed her eyes.

“Master is bedridden from duel with Jin.”

Quincey and Volkawin looked at me like they were seeing some strange creature. But that was brief, as Volkawin asked me back.

“A duel? But miss, I heard that Grey… even gave Jin two moves advantage.”

What? Did they already spread that around? These nobles all have loose lips.

“But got hurt.”

“If he’s hurt, then we should take care of him even more…”

“Master is strong.”

“Still, Grey is from the Weatherwax Family…”

Geez, I’m telling you to mind your own business!

I was about to shout that, but couldn’t follow through.

“Weatherwax?”

A quiet question was forcefully hammered into my ear.

At the same time, it was the appearance of an unexpected presence. Even after the war ended, I habitually checked and recognized the presence of people around me.

There were few beings here who could be free from my senses that stood constantly like a hedgehog’s quills.

Lu and the Swordmaster. And.

“Your Grace Jenail.”

Raphael.

I reflexively turned my head.

I saw features deeply shadowed right under the sun. Golden hair of a more brilliant and intense hue than the Weatherwax Baroness’s was shattering into pure white under the sunlight.

A steadfast yet blazing presence. Even the powerful charisma of a strong person who could draw the entire audience with just one word. The Raphael I knew was standing right before my eyes.

And I met eyes with cold crimson gaze.

The first emotion I felt was admiration.

‘Impossible. His level has risen this much in just 4 years?’

His martial prowess had developed remarkably while I hadn’t seen him. It had become so high that it was now difficult to easily gauge his strength. Perhaps he might have reached the realm of Sword Master, I thought.

The second emotion I felt was.

A subtle unfamiliarity that came slightly before the joy of reunion.

Raphael, whom I met after a long time, was, yes. Definitely the Raphael I knew. But in some ways, he had changed a little from my memories.

‘Was Raphael this…’

This… kind of… did he have such a nasty-looking impression?

Just how much had he suffered in the meantime.

‘Well, they did say war is problematic even after it ends. The position of a Grand Duke respected by everyone wouldn’t have been easily obtained.’

Putting aside my complex impressions, I lowered my head and stepped back.

Originally, a servant like me cannot make eye contact with a high-ranking person like Raphael. But this is quite fun in its own way.

How does it feel that your friend disguised as a maid can’t even dare to look up at your face, Raphael?

“…”

But the area was too quiet.

This awkward silence. Feeling something strange, I secretly raised my head from behind Lu to steal a glance at Raphael.

Raphael was still looking at me.

The moment I realized that fact. Chills ran up the back of my neck. A gaze too firm to be questioning. Those eyes definitely know me.

‘He knows me?’

How?

My gait? Since boarding the Black Regal, I had never once walked in my original posture.

Habits as a left-handed swordsman? I hadn’t even brought a sword to prepare for unexpected situations.

My face? Even if Andert and I were biological siblings, we didn’t really resemble each other except for the eyes.

Luck? I never had any to begin with.

But still knowing me means…

“You’re staring at another man’s woman for too long.”

Snap, a small fan meant to block the spring sunlight unfolded, covering my view. It was Lu’s fan.

“Did you fall for my woman? Oh dear, sorry but I can’t give her to you. Look elsewhere.”

He’s not in his right mind.

But since Lu not being in his right mind was a common occurrence, I decided to stand quietly without interfering.

Thanks to his fan, I could be free from Raphael’s gaze.

“…There’s still a slight Northern Continental accent remaining. Is the Weatherwax Baroness from the Union? Astrosa? Harent?”

That was Raphael’s voice.

Hearing only his voice with my face covered definitely made me feel nostalgic. It reminded me of the day we crossed the marshlands relying on each other’s voices in the dawn without a single starlight…

“Not satisfied with throwing glances at my woman, now you’re even prying into my hometown? This body is a virtuous baroness, so I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that question just now.”

The nostalgic feeling instantly faded, you crazy bastard.

Quincey, who was incomparably more flustered than me, stood blocking Lu’s front. He must have been anxious seeing his friend’s wife acting like a mad dog.

“Haha. Ha. It’s an honor to meet you, Your Grace Grand Duke Jenail. I am Yegersee Pafnula, a close friend of Weatherwax Baroness. Currently, the Weatherwax Baroness is unwell, so the baroness is in various ways…”

“Who are you blocking right now?”

Poor Quincey. A mad dog is a mad dog because it can’t distinguish between allies and enemies.

“Hmm. Ahem. The, the baroness…”

“This is why being short is inconvenient. All sorts of trivial things try to protect me.”

Why are you acting like this? At this point, I too began to feel deeply anxious.

‘What happened to upset you again? You were doing fine, so why are you acting so suspiciously? Are you crazy? Well, Lu is crazy, but…’

I slightly tugged at the sleeve of his hand holding the fan. I even shook my head slightly at the face that turned to look at me. One of Lu’s eyebrows twitched.

Raphael spoke.

“It seems I’ve unintentionally caused a misunderstanding. The reason I was observing the madam’s maid was due to duty, not romantic interest.”

“I.”

Lu, who had drawn out the word, smiled as he withdrew his fan.

“Don’t think I ever said my woman was a maid.”

Lu’s brief remark planted certainty, not doubt, in me.

‘You already know who I am.’

I recalled those who had been secretly tailing us from when we left Quin Island until we came up to Midwintry.

‘Now the mystery is solved. So it was stalkers sent by Raphael.’

They had been following for nearly a month. So my composite sketch must have been delivered to Raphael as well.

“Baronet Deshero.”

Instead of answering Lu’s question, Raphael called his aide Deshero.

Should I call him baronet now instead of aide?

Deshero, who had been a rare handsome man with gray hair, hadn’t changed much in appearance compared to four years ago. Then and now, he still looked tired.

“Weatherwax Baroness. His Grace Grand Duke Jenail has been responsible for the security of the Southern Imperial Archipelago for the past four years. Survivors have been rarely appearing from the archipelago since the war ended, and protecting and monitoring these survivors is also His Grace’s duty.”

That meant he had recognized me not as ‘Andert’ but as a ‘survivor from Quin Island.’

From my standpoint, this should have been much more reassuring, but…

‘It feels unsettling.’

Is that really right?

“So. Was that statement just now a declaration of war that you’ll continue watching my maid since she’s a survivor from the Southern Imperial Archipelago? Or are you saying you’ll drag her away for torture?”

At that, Deshero looked back at Raphael with somewhat strange eyes.

Though Deshero usually showed extremely little change in expression and was the most stoic person in the Empire, having shared hardships together for several years, Raphael could detect even subtle emotional changes.

He was a little flustered.

Like someone who didn’t know how to respond.

Under Deshero’s gaze, Raphael opened his lips a beat late.

“Lady Weatherwax. You don’t need to react so sensitively. What I’m requesting is a simple additional investigation. There will be no intimidation during the investigation process, and certainly no torture.”

“Why are you making such a request now?”

“Originally, this procedure should have been carried out immediately upon discovery in the southern archipelago, but that young lady ignored the procedure and moved to Midwintry. Therefore, I judge that additional procedures are necessary. Will you cooperate?”

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