The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 46

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Chapter 46

“…Airship?”

The man looked at the Swordmaster with surprised eyes. The Swordmaster then asked Lu in return.

“Are you saying that the unidentified flying object is an airship owned by the Weatherwax Baroness?”

“White body. Light blue stripes painted on the lower section, and blue wings at the stern. Right?”

The man opened his mouth and spoke to the Swordmaster with surprised eyes.

“Y-yes, that’s correct. Sir, the appearance of the unidentified flying object matches exactly what the Baroness described.”

Just as surprised as the man, I also looked at Lu.

‘You have an airship too? When exactly did you call for it?’

The reinforcements requested from the capital Ragal would take at least 7 hours to arrive. How far in advance did you contact them?

Or was the airship already waiting nearby?

“…I apologize for the inconvenience, but given the current situation, we cannot immediately grant docking permission. Following protocol, we would like you to answer a few questions.”

Lu nodded with a very annoyed expression.

Only after answering more than ten questions were we finally able to leave the shelter.

Worried about us moving around without the Weatherwax Baroness, Quincey and Volkawin reluctantly followed along.

I was grateful but it was bothersome.

“This way.”

The man guided us to the back of the villa, to a meadow so vast it was hard to take in at a glance.

There, the massive airship Black Regal, a jet-black airship presumably belonging to Raphael, and one pure white airship were docked.

Actually, the procedures after this were also very bothersome.

“Weatherwax Baroness. So, what you’re saying is… the Weatherwax Baroness is currently resting inside Irigel Manor, and the airship crew members need to enter the villa to escort the Weatherwax Baroness? I’m sorry, but only those whose identities are properly verified…”

I’ll skip the subsequent persuasion process since it’s too bothersome to explain.

While I was half-listening, crew members who had disembarked from Lu’s airship entered the villa and came out carrying some kind of bundle on their backs.

That suspicious bundle wrapped up in blankets.

‘Don’t tell me that’s me?’

Well, at least my face isn’t visible, which is good. But still, I’m supposedly a Baroness, yet they’re handling me so roughly.

“Daisy?”

Lu pulled my hand, which had been standing there blankly, toward herself.

“It’s finished.”

At the same time, the airship’s refining engine began to operate.

As the loud engine noise spread in all directions, green grass blades and dirt floated in the air like dust.

The Swordmaster approached and greeted Lu.

“Well then, Weatherwax Baroness. If any problems arise during your return journey, please request help at any time. Until we meet again soon.”

He also tried to greet me, but was cut off by Lu’s appropriate interference.

“Let’s go, our little puppy.”

Lu, blocking the Swordmaster’s view while leading my hand, climbed the ladder connected to the airship entrance.

Quincey and Volkawin, who had closely followed behind us, shouted from below the ladder.

“Weatherwax Baroness! Please tell Grey that Quincey and Volkawin are greatly worried, and to send at least one letter when his health recovers! He can send it to the newspaper company or to Phanula Estate!”

“Please give him my regards too!”

This is a bit touching.

‘But will the day ever come when the Weatherwax Baroness contacts those guys?’

As Lu and I boarded the airship, the airship’s entrance door closed completely.

It was the moment when the long, long Nobility Council outing finally came to an end.

…Or so I thought 5 minutes ago.

I was too naive.

That’s right. An ending is also the beginning of something new.

Before my eyes as I boarded the airship heading home, a new and strange sight different from before was unfolding.

“- — – —!”

“- — – – – – -!”

A large group of about thirty people knelt with their bodies lowered.

As if welcoming a king. They opened their mouths simultaneously and closed them simultaneously, all for just one person.

“- — – —!”

For Lu alone.

“- — – – – – -!”

And in a foreign language I couldn’t understand a single word of!

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Ragal’s reinforcements arrived at 7 PM, slightly earlier than scheduled.

Raphael silently stared at the military airship bearing the Royal Court’s insignia.

More than ten terrorists were being dragged away by soldiers with their limbs restrained.

Normally, immediately after requesting reinforcements from Ragal, he should have conducted a simple field investigation.

But Raphael had not yet begun investigating the mental magic trap caused by the terrorists.

The reason was simple. It would be a waste of time.

‘At least 4 oath seals per person…’

It was the first time he’d encountered assassins so thoroughly silenced.

He could feel the determination to completely block any leakage of secrets from all angles.

Oath seals.

Just 14 years ago, oath seals were treated as perfect, supreme magic that could never be erased.

This was because no one had found a way to break them.

But not anymore.

The turning point was the Mage War.

Current generation magic theory achieved remarkable accomplishments starting from the Mage War, and oath seals couldn’t escape that influence either.

Humanity eventually discovered a way to break them.

However, this remarkable achievement was not announced to the public.

Since it was discovered within the Military Magic Department, and its instability was so great, it was treated as strictly classified for nearly 3 years.

Despite endless improvements and modifications over 3 years, the method for breaking oath seals remained frustratingly complex and difficult.

To break just one oath seal required utilizing all of the Empire’s magical power, making the process of recruiting personnel extremely arduous from the start.

But these assassins had carved as many as 4 oath seals.

Breaking them one by one with the dissolution method would require too much time and manpower.

Also, the process of installing the traps was extremely professional, making it difficult to assume they were ignorant about the characteristics of oath seals.

This meant.

‘There’s a high probability that someone who knows the military has seal-breaking methods orchestrated the terrorism. The culprit is someone quite familiar with Pen Rota Military secrets.’

Then what was the culprit’s purpose?

Before long, one of the officers who had been taking away the terrorists approached Raphael.

“Commander. We’ve finished preparing to transport the terrorists. The twenty personnel deployed as reinforcements have also been stationed on the Black Regal, and all passenger identities have been confirmed. We’re awaiting your departure orders, Commander.”

“What about Duke Jilhark?”

“Yes! He’s protecting the victims aboard the Black Regal.”

“Depart for Ragal.”

“Yes!”

Raphael boarded the airship under escort from the adjutant.

Since he wasn’t the captain of this airship, he was guided to a private cabin where he could rest until arriving in Ragal.

Knock knock.

As soon as he arrived at his cabin, Deshero knocked on the door.

“Sir. A new report regarding Quin Island has come in.”

What Deshero presented was a classified letter that had arrived with the reinforcements.

Raphael looked at the letter envelope presented before him with stoic eyes.

“Deshero. Didn’t I tell you before that you no longer need to report to me?”

Despite saying that, he took the envelope anyway.

His hand opening the already-opened envelope was leisurely.

The fact that the envelope was open meant Deshero had already checked it, which also meant he remembered Raphael’s instruction to handle things himself.

“Yes, I know. But I think you should take a look at this.”

Deshero’s eyes were resolute as he spoke those words.

“I’m referring to the maid of the Weatherwax Baroness we met today. Do you happen to remember what her name was?”

He recalled the young-faced woman who had been hiding behind the beautiful lady.

“Berti Lusan.”

That was definitely the name.

At the concise answer, Deshero slowly parted his lips.

“You remember. As Your Excellency knows, the refugees from Quin Island are becoming self-sufficient one by one through vocational training conducted at the shelter. The man who became self-sufficient first among them recently visited the refugee shelter, but…”

Deshero, who had slowly steadied his breathing, continued with an unwavering voice.

“According to his testimony, Berti Lusan is someone who died 14 years ago. It seems a survivor has forged her identity.”

Identity forgery.

In Raphael’s mind as he examined the documents, the personal details of the maid he had encountered 7 hours ago were etched once again.

A woman recently discovered on Quin Island.

The maid of the Weatherwax Baroness.

Real name: Berti Lusan.

Light green eyes and brown hair. Tall for a woman.

“After securing the testimony, we investigated the Employment Office in Midwintry that Berti Lusan had visited. Berti Lusan’s interview records are as follows: Name Daisy Pager, hometown is the southern port, family consists of one younger brother.”

However, among all that…

It meant that all of Berti Lusan’s personal information was fake except for her appearance.

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