The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

The Head Maid was startled to discover us returning earlier than scheduled.

“Why are you back at this hour looking like that… Good heavens, you’ve caused trouble after all!”

It was a moment that confirmed the Head Maid’s pathetically low level of trust in me.

That night, after Lu returned to the Eshuler Estate.

I informed the Head Maid of everything that had happened at the Nobility Council without omission.

The meeting with Count Rosebel, the connections with Quincey and Volkawin, the upper-class factions, the argument with the Swordmaster, the Irigel Manor terrorist incident, and Raphael’s appearance…

The duel with Jin was no exception.

If I tried to vaguely hide one or two facts and got caught later, the broken trust would become irreparable. Though the current trust wasn’t particularly useful either.

But just one thing.

‘It would be better to keep the fact that the Swordmaster is the client hidden for now.’

It wasn’t that I particularly wanted to hide it. I simply lacked sufficient evidence to present to the Head Maid.

I would have to be satisfied with just hinting at this part.

“Miss Daisy, you defeated a famous swordsman like Jin Berkleighton? How is that possible?”

“Like this.”

When I shook my fist, the Head Maid fell silent. Her expression showed some understanding.

“…Right. You’re someone who can send grown men flying with a single gesture, so a young swordsman would be nothing.”

Those are two different things. People who don’t learn swordsmanship think it’s all about strength. Let’s leave it be.

“So much has happened. To think a terrorist attack even occurred at Irigel Manor. I’m glad you returned home safely, Miss Daisy.”

Nod.

“The matter of the Weatherwax Baroness visiting the Duke Jenail’s house… it’s spilled milk, so there’s nothing we can do. It seems you and I will need to coordinate our stories in various ways.”

“Getting close to Raphael, no, Duke Jenail doesn’t seem like it would be good for us.”

“Duke Jenail is undoubtedly the foremost war hero of the Allied Forces. Right now, he’s even something like the head of the Nobility Council. His instincts must be very sharp. It wouldn’t be strange if he became suspicious of our Weatherwax Family.”

Unexpectedly, the Head Maid didn’t say a word about my origins.

Well, the weight of the immediate matters at hand was too serious to meddle in such details.

After meeting the Swordmaster and Raphael, I was feeling a small doubt I’d never had before.

‘How long can the Weatherwax Family really hide the master’s absence?’

Officially, the head of the Weatherwax Family is Baroness Grey Weatherwax.

This existence, which even the Head Maid firmly believed in, was revealed to be a fictional character when exposed by Dian Cecht’s eye.

Therefore, the Weatherwax Family was essentially in a state of having no master.

“Head Maid.”

The Head Maid, who had been lost in deep thought, looked at me.

“Speak.”

“Who pays our salaries?”

“Salaries? Well, they come from our Weatherwax Family, of course.”

“But there is no Weatherwax Baroness. How can salaries come out when there’s no master?”

The Head Maid closed her mouth with a caught-off-guard expression.

“That’s…”

I smoothly presented the trace of the oath before her. The Head Maid looked at the trace with complex eyes and let out a small sigh.

“…Hah. Since it’s come to this, we can’t keep hiding it forever. Hmm. The Weatherwax Family has an elder who looks after the family’s welfare.”

“Count Rosebel?”

“No. The elder resides in Westwintery, located in western Midwintry. It’s about time for a visit anyway. I can send you in my place.”

Westwintery?

I cheered silently. Wasn’t Westwintery one of the reasons I settled in Midwintry?

‘Didn’t they say Dian Cecht’s artifacts are displayed in a private exhibition hall there?’

I should steal them while I’m there.

The things in the exhibition hall were probably stolen anyway. There’s nothing more righteous than stealing from a thief.

Just as we were about to end the brief and return to our respective bedrooms.

The Head Maid called out to me as I stepped onto the stairs.

“…Miss Daisy. May I ask you one thing?”

Here it comes.

I nodded with a serious expression.

“Speak.”

The Head Maid’s brow immediately furrowed.

“Speak? What kind of tone is that? No, never mind that. …What do you think about Mr. Lu?”

“Mr. Lu?”

“Listening to your story, I’ve become suspicious about Mr. Lu. I know his magical abilities and wealth are at an amazing level. But I never imagined he would even own an airship. I was quite surprised by the boldness he showed at the Nobility Council, beyond my imagination.”

“…”

“Why would such a person be working as an employee of the Weatherwax Family?”

Sorry, but I’ve asked that question about a hundred times myself.

“Don’t you find Mr. Lu dangerous, Miss Daisy? Couldn’t he have infiltrated the estate to cause some kind of harm?”

Was the Head Maid discussing Lu’s potential betrayal?

‘She must be quite worried even though we share the oath’s mark.’

Traitors usually have two faces.

They either have an undeniable desperate desire.

Or they’re desperate to keep their secrets.

But Lu didn’t fit into either human archetype. I didn’t sense any great sense of purpose or desire from him.

It was certain he was searching for Dian Cecht’s artifacts, but…

‘It doesn’t feel like it’s a particularly important goal to him.’

Also, Lu had never been desperate to hide his secrets. In fact, this aspect of Lu was what I found most puzzling.

‘He told me to make flowers bloom if I was curious about his identity and purpose.’

Not only did he show his magical abilities without hesitation, but he also openly displayed the attitude of those who followed him on the airship.

Wasn’t that essentially just word play?

“Mr. Lu said he’s over a hundred years old.”

Actually over 150, but I lowered it by more than 50 years to protect Lu’s privacy.

The Head Maid asked back with surprised eyes.

“Did Mr. Lu really say that?”

“Yes. Other than that, I don’t know much about Mr. Lu either. But Mr. Lu has never lied to me about anything.”

…Has he?

“I have trauma from past events, and Mr. Lu helped me overcome it relatively easily several times. He also helped with self-reflection.”

…But didn’t he torment me more often?

“Anyway, Mr. Lu may be suspicious, but I don’t think he’s dangerous. Duke Jenail and the Swordmaster are more dangerous than him. That’s for certain.”

Why am I defending that crazy guy? I felt my energy drain away for no reason.

The Head Maid asked me, seemingly puzzled by the sudden mention of the Swordmaster’s name.

“By Swordmaster, do you mean Duke Berkley Greytown? Why?”

“That person seems to be after Dian Cecht’s artifacts.”

“Are you certain?”

“No. It’s just a feeling.”

So it was the Head Maid’s freedom to believe it or not. At least that was the case without evidence for now.

Since she seemed ready to dig deeper if I stood still, I pretended to be sleepy enough for my eyes to fall out, yawned long, and hurried back to my bedroom.

And I collapsed onto the bed and closed my eyes.

‘Home really is the best. Outside is dangerous.’

The sweet comfort I couldn’t feel on the airship enveloped me.

But as always, it took a long time before I fell into proper sleep.

The next day.

I started the day as always by tending to the small and adorable ‘potted Lus’ like a baby.

The first thing I tackled immediately after returning home wasn’t investigating the rogue, meeting the assassin butler, or attending the Head Maid’s daily 20-minute education sessions.

It was cleaning.

Cleaning and laundry are a maid’s duty and reason for existence.

And… my job!

“Miss Daisy, a lot of work piled up while you were away. Let’s get back to it with renewed energy.”

“Yes.”

I worked like a slave for the first time in a while.

Dusting the few remaining paintings in the family estate. Wiping picture frames. Reinstalling them. Dusting the second-floor handrails and stairs. Scrubbing with cleaning brushes. Washing bedding in unused bedroom(s). Endless dusting. Cleaning dust from window frames. Cleaning windows. Dusting floors. Scrubbing floors with brushes. Oiling them…

“Ugh.”

What a damn house.

After a very long time, I realized I was a slave maid in this house.

I ate the delicious dinner Lu made, and around midnight I was going to the pub to meet the Assassin Butler.

But I just fell asleep instead.

It was the first sound sleep I’d had at the Weatherwax Estate in a very long time.

The next day.

After the morning duties ended a bit early, 20 minutes before lunch began.

The Head Maid’s social skills and public ethics class started.

The social skills and public ethics class was an education the Head Maid created for days when I was late due to reaching a state of mind-body unity.

But today, I had no intention of listening to such boring human lessons.

Before her class could begin, I quickly raised my hand and asked a different question.

“What is Rogue?”

“Yes.”

The Head Maid, who had been staring at me with a serious expression, nodded after a long moment.

“Alright, today’s lesson will be replaced with a general knowledge class. I never thought our Miss Daisy wouldn’t even know about Rogue. I should have done this in parallel from the start.”

Phew. Thank goodness the Head Maid didn’t question my level of common knowledge.

I guess it seems natural that I’m stupid.

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