The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47

“Family is a younger brother. And the surname is Pager.”

In many ways, it’s a combination that brings Andert’s sister to mind.

But is this truly reliable information?

Wasn’t she a woman who had already fabricated her identity once? The identity of Daisy Pager was also likely to be fake.

Raphael once again recalled the woman’s face, which was strangely vividly etched in his memory.

Berti, no, Daisy was, in a word, a rare beauty with an innocent impression.

That was the only point similar to Andert.

Daisy had few facial expressions, giving her a somewhat vacant atmosphere, and even her voice was small. Because of this, her personality seemed difficult to gauge.

‘That’s why I can’t connect her to Andert even more.’

Andert was a cheerful man.

He was frighteningly sociable, enough to make friends with even a passing ant, and that made his human charm all the more abundant.

Anyone who had even one conversation with Andert would be curious about him, would acknowledge him, and would try to maintain their connection.

“Master. The estate lacks cleaning staff.”

In contrast, wasn’t the woman called Daisy someone who seemed to have a screw loose?

She didn’t seem at all like Andert’s older sister.

‘Yes, that’s certainly true.’

But what Raphael himself truly found puzzling was.

The fact that his eyes were drawn to her nonetheless.

It was for this reason that Raphael had scrutinized the woman’s face so closely.

Hadn’t even the cool-headed Deshero looked back at him in bewilderment?

Moreover, he wasn’t the only one having such thoughts.

Raphael recalled the conversation he had with Jilhark 7 hours ago at the Irigel Estate Airfield.

Jilhark was silently watching the Weatherwax Baroness’s airship disappearing behind the clouds.

As he approached, puzzled by the motionless figure, Jilhark turned around as if he had been waiting and quietly called his name.

“Raphael.”

When they were alone together, Jilhark often called him ‘Raphael’ rather than ‘Duke Raphael.’

Raphael wasn’t uncomfortable with Jilhark’s way of addressing him. They were comrades who had fought through battlefields together.

“Yes.”

“May I ask exactly what kind of disturbance there was with the Weatherwax Baroness?”

“It’s exactly as you know, Duke. There was a small commotion regarding whether to investigate the survivors of the Southern Imperial Archipelago.”

“But you’re not someone who would cause such a disturbance in a public setting.”

Raphael didn’t answer.

Jilhark, who had been quietly observing his face, made a strange expression.

“That maid was quite eye-catching. You might laugh at me for saying this, but… for a moment, I thought of Andert. I wondered if his older sister, had she lived, might have had such a face.”

Again, Raphael kept his mouth shut.

It wasn’t that he had other intentions. He too had thought exactly the same thing as Jilhark.

“There was one more person at the Nobility Council who made me feel similarly.”

“…Who?”

“Baroness Grey Weatherwax.”

While Raphael gazed at him with strange eyes, Jilhark spoke with an inscrutable smile.

“Do you remember what I told you earlier? About our Jin being defeated in a duel with the Weatherwax Baroness.”

“Yes.”

“Jin is by far the most outstanding among the swordsmen I teach. If it weren’t for the sword demon, I would have had many worries between Garrosh and that child.”

“…”

“I’ll say this now. While teaching Jin, I often thought of Andert. Yes, that heartless fellow’s sword would come to mind.”

Heartless fellow.

It was such an apt expression that Raphael couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Is it because Miss Jin Berkleighton is a sword demon?”

“Am I wielding the sword, or is the sword wielding me? I believe the answer to this question is very important. That one question changes the path of the sword, changes its end. Jin and I clashed a lot over this. That child is poor at lying. She acts as if she’s absorbed all my teachings with her words, but her sword movements are different. Jin has no qualms about being wielded by the sword.”

Jilhark had also aged considerably.

He had become more talkative than before. This was especially true when he mentioned the heirs of the Berkley-Greytown Family.

“Since she wants to go down a path completely opposite to what I’m trying to teach, Jin’s eyes no longer turn to me. That child needs a new master who will clear the path for her sword to advance. If there’s someone who could captivate such a Jin, it would surely be a swordsman of the same type, a sword demon.”

“…”

“Jin was defeated by Grey Weatherwax and was also captivated.”

Jilhark, who had been speaking calmly, suddenly burst into quiet laughter.

Raphael was inwardly surprised by the laughter that carried an innocence like that of a boy. It was the first time since the war’s end that he had seen Jilhark laugh like that.

“Haha. Do you know? The Weatherwax Baroness’s hands were so soft you couldn’t imagine they belonged to a swordsman. Like a cat’s paw pads. It’s natural since she said she’d never learned swordsmanship. But…”

His deep green eyes, whose depth was hard to fathom, sank coldly.

“What use is it to hide calluses when you can’t hide bone structure? Her palms had been transformed through acquired means. They were the hands of a swordsman trained for long periods. Precisely, only the left hand, not the right.”

“…”

“Raphael. Do you think I’ve fallen into delusion?”

Jilhark didn’t bother to mention what his delusion was about.

But Raphael understood immediately. He believed there must be a clear connection between the Weatherwax Baroness and Andert.

This fact touched Raphael’s nerves.

‘Grey Weatherwax…’

A skilled left-handed swordsman trying to hide her abilities.

A sword demon who captivates sword demons.

The insight and intuition of the Swordmaster.

But with just that, something was lacking to connect the Weatherwax Baroness to Andert.

No, it was definitely lacking.

A left-handed sword demon. Even if rare, if you searched the entire world thoroughly, wouldn’t you surely find about ten to twenty such beings?

Raphael recalled Jilhark’s retreating figure as it quickly grew distant.

‘Delusion.’

Jilhark was not one to easily fall into delusions.

His rationality was colder and more ruthless than Raphael’s. Without noteworthy evidence, he might suspect with his mind but wouldn’t voice it.

That meant, in other words…

‘Does Jilhark also know that Weatherwax’s maid is a survivor of Quin Island?’

The Southern Imperial Archipelago consists of 19 islands.

It’s a large archipelago with over 200,000 residents, and Quin Island was a small island located at the southernmost tip.

‘I clearly said Daisy Pager was a survivor of the Southern Imperial Archipelago, but I never mentioned she was a survivor of Quin Island.’

Raphael’s eyes narrowed thinly.

All information about the Southern Imperial Archipelago, including Quin Island, is military classified.

‘The one who intercepted my messages midway was… Duke Jilhark.’

The opponent who had attacked the messages sent from Quin Island twice. That person was Jilhark.

Raphael’s messages are treated as important military secrets. It was natural since Raphael himself was the Empire’s military commander-in-chief.

Jilhark was one of the few people who could secure the route of such messages. Whether directly or indirectly.

“Deshero.”

“Yes.”

“Investigate the connection between the Irigel Manor terrorism and Duke Jilhark.”

Deshero, who had been looking at him with bewildered eyes, carefully asked back.

“…Are you suspecting him as a suspect?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have evidence?”

“No, it’s just a simple hunch.”

Deshero didn’t mock Raphael’s seemingly playful answer in the slightest.

Because he knew that Raphael’s beast-like intuition had never been wrong even once.

“I’ll look into the connection points.”

Raphael slowly leaned back from his chair.

In his mind, new plans unlike any before were rapidly forming and crumbling repeatedly.

His head was still cold, but hot blood circulated through his entire body, making his heart burn with intensity.

As his vision became clear, the fine hairs on his skin stood on end.

As if suppressing his instinct to rampage, Raphael exhaled a slow, languid breath.

This pounding of his heart. How long had it been since he felt such excitement?

Raphael laughed self-mockingly.

‘I’m truly foolish. To harbor hope again after being deceived like that.’

It had only been a few days since he resolved to let him go from his heart.

Andert.

Are you truly alive?

“Deshero, send someone to Midwintry. Request a thorough investigation into the Weatherwax Family and Daisy Pager from the person in charge. Additionally, dispatch a new investigation team to Quin Island. I will personally command this matter.”

Deshero bowed his head with a stern expression.

“Understood.”

“…I’m very much looking forward to reuniting with the Weatherwax Baroness.”

A deep smile spread across Raphael’s lips.

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