The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 58

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Chapter 58

“Those bastards’ goal was power. To be precise, the complete power to reach demigod status! Those who pursue power by any means necessary are easy to bait. I’ve been playing the role of a living trap! Where should I start? When I was in the south 10 years ago…”

After that, a stream of personal stories followed that wouldn’t have been surprising if they made my ears bleed.

‘I couldn’t possibly consider it a lie.’

Above all, Lu also seemed to no longer care about Malicops’ identity.

Thanks to this, the question of whether Malicops and Renya were remnants of Mephistopheles naturally subsided.

“Kalerpa, Kalerpa. Kalerpa.”

After finishing his deep bow, the old man returned to the sofa and spoke to me with a flushed face.

“It’s been well over 10 years since I last spoke this greeting, I thought I’d forgotten it. How fortunate that my body remembers. Once again, thank you for tolerating my rudeness, Kalerpa.”

But Kalerpa is over there.

“Hehe, to see you before I die. This old man must have had some luck left after all.”

I said over there.

“Kalerpa. If it’s alright, may this humble old man ask you one thing?”

Good grief, this old man.

‘Is it burdensome to have a face-to-face conversation with Lu?’

Or perhaps this conversational style is a precept of Loqwe.

Too tired to point it out anymore, I gave permission on Lu’s behalf. (Of course, Lu didn’t give permission.)

“Speak.”

“By any chance… have you come south to recover Dian Ket’s relics?”

Dian Ket’s relics.

A very important topic was brought up before I could even deliver the Head Maid’s letter.

I immediately nodded my head vigorously in affirmation.

“If my guess is correct, I dare say you’ve come to exactly the right place. Here in Westwintery, Dian Ket’s diary is preserved. If you need it, I’ll guide you there.”

I already know where it’s kept.

“Jansen Exhibition Hall?”

Malicops, who had been maintaining his humility, immediately shook his head with cold eyes.

“No, the relic displayed there is fake.”

Please maintain a consistent attitude, old man.

“It’s a decoy to cloud treasure hunters’ judgment. In modern times, no one falls for it anymore though.”

“Then where’s the real one?”

“The real one is… Ahem. Cough! Hack. Ahem. …Ah, sorry, I’m getting on in years. After fainting for so long, my body isn’t feeling well.”

“Grandfather. You shouldn’t say you’re old in front of Lu.”

No matter how old the old man is, he’s probably a hundred years younger than Lu. Malicops scratched his head with an embarrassed face.

“That’s not wrong. Renya? Go upstairs and bring the map.”

Renya, who had been standing pressed against the wall, hurriedly approached and asked.

“Wh-which map should I bring?”

“Open the ninth drawer of the seventh bookshelf, and there should be a blue leather notebook about fourth from the bottom. Bring the two maps stored inside it.”

“Yes. Please wait just a moment.”

Renya quickly left the drawing room and went up the second-floor stairs.

Seven bookshelves. And nine drawers per bookshelf.

‘Is he a map collector?’

But what kind of map?

Not long after, Renya came down the stairs and handed an old piece of paper to Malicops.

When he unfolded the paper that looked old at first glance, a blueprint so complex it hurt to look at appeared.

It didn’t seem to be a map of an outdoor location at least.

“Hmm.”

Malicops, who had been examining it thoroughly while holding the map far from his face, soon folded the paper with a satisfied expression and pushed it toward me.

“It’s intact. Here, take it. With this map, you should be able to find Dian Ket’s diary.”

“What kind of map is it?”

“The blueprint of the Pen Rota Imperial Palace’s vault.”

…What of where?

Malicops didn’t give me time to be bewildered and unfolded the second map.

It was a topographical map of the Pen Rota Empire, with circles drawn around three locations in total.

“The imperial vaults are hidden in three locations total. Underground in the capital Ragal, in the marshlands near Irigel Lake, and here, in Westwintery’s willow forest.”

Wait. Isn’t this progressing too fast?

“Don’t tell me you’re asking me to sneak into the imperial vault and steal Dian Ket’s relic?”

Malicops spoke nonchalantly, regardless of whether I was bewildered or not.

“Among them, this willow vault is said to be full of dangerous magical tools. The imperial family must have considered this and hidden it here instead of in Ragal. The fact that the Berkley-Greytown Family is directly guarding it says it all! Of course, even that great Swordmaster is nothing but a mere gnat before our Kalerpa! Haha, haha… Cough, hack.”

Is Berkleygrayten Castle in this area?

If a Swordmaster knight is permanently stationed there, it certainly didn’t seem like an ordinary vault.

“Now! Study the map well, and break in tonight to retrieve Dian Ket’s relic!”

Malicops patted my shoulder with his weak hand.

‘I’m sure I came here because of the Head Maid’s errand.’

How did I end up getting the imperial treasury blueprints?

‘A maid’s life is a wonderland.’

I unfolded the blueprint to check it.

It’s so complex my eyes might pop out. The fortunate thing was that Dian Ket’s diary was stored in a place that wasn’t too deep.

‘But is this really something I can offer to Lu so carelessly?’

I understand that the followers of Loqwe are blind in their devotion to the entity called Kalerpa.

But this is the vault of the Pen Rota Empire’s imperial family, no less!

“Grandfather. Stealing imperial property is a grave crime. If I get caught sneaking into the vault, you’ll be dragged away as an accomplice too. Will that be okay?”

Malicops scolded me with a face that said I was talking nonsense.

“Theft? Hah! Ridiculous! This isn’t theft. So, um. Your name is…”

“Daisy.”

“Right, Miss Daisy. Are you a Senyote?”

Senyote? I’ve heard that word somewhere.

“It’s been a long time, Kalerpa. I heard you drove out the Senyotes. I came to serve in their place.”

Ah, right. On the airship, those people in white clothes were called Senyotes.

Is he asking if I’m one of those pale guys?

“No.”

“No? Then Yete? Hmm. You don’t look like a Yete though.”

From what I can gather, they seem like positions or ranks. Sorry, but I’m neither a Senyote nor a Yete.

I am.

“A maid.”

“I can see that.”

“I’m just a maid. I’m not a follower of Loqwe.”

“What?”

Malicops forgot that he had fainted and shouted. His expression showed he couldn’t accept it at all.

“You’re Kalerpa’s concubine and you’re not a follower of Loqwe? How…”

What concubine? The word was so absurd that for a moment I thought my ears were wrong.

‘Concubine.’

I couldn’t believe it. I immediately asked Lu.

“Mr. Lu. Are you by any chance a womanizer?”

“Huh.”

Malicops restlessly tried to stop me. “No, to ask Kalerpa such a thing…” he muttered quietly, but what’s wrong with asking?

A sneer about three times deeper than usual appeared on Lu’s lips.

“Ha.”

His eyes said it was too ridiculous to even answer.

Then he immediately returned to an expressionless face and asked back in a subtle tone.

“Are you perhaps jealous?”

“A playboy?”

“No.”

My heart calmed at his firm denial without even needing to see more.

Well, even if he were a playboy, I couldn’t really dictate someone else’s private life. In any case, I felt much better.

“He says no, Grandfather. Don’t turn an innocent person into a playboy over a baseless misunderstanding. Of course, as people age, their thinking becomes a bit narrow-minded and prejudices grow stronger. I understand. But Lu and I are work colleagues. We’re not in a romantic relationship.”

“…Work colleagues.”

While Malicops was struggling to recover from the shock, Lu whistled softly.

“I thought our Miss Daisy’s intelligence would drop when she returned to her original form. But to think she could be this logical.”

I ignored him.

Meanwhile, Malicops, who had been taking slow deep breaths, squeezed his eyes shut and apologized.

“Phew, I’m sorry. I thought you and Kalerpa were… Who would have expected such a shocking answer as work colleagues… My thinking, my thinking…! Ugh.”

“M-Master!”

And then he collapsed.

Again. He collapsed again.

Renya, who had rushed over in alarm, rolled her eyes and checked on the fallen Malicops’s condition.

He’s not dead, is he…? From her sigh of relief, it seemed he wasn’t.

“I-I’m sorry. Master seems to have received too great a shock. I can’t be certain when he’ll wake up… If it’s alright with you, may I guide you to the bedroom…?”

Just what was so shocking about that?

‘This time it would be awkward to force him awake too.’

A maid knows a maid’s heart best.

I didn’t argue and obediently followed Renya’s suggestion.

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