The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

The questions seemed to bundle together and strike the back of my head.

[I really thought I was dead this time.]

A deeply relieved voice falls down, hugging my body with enough force to crush me.

In that moment, excruciating pain that could have made me collapse right then and there struck my right arm.

“Ugh.”

I held onto my dizzy consciousness and checked my body.

My uniform, torn like rags, was soaked through with blood that had hardened black.

My right arm was wrapped in bandages along with wooden splints as a temporary treatment.

The wrapped bandages were so thick it was hard to make out the shape of my arm. From what I remembered, it had been crushed so badly that treatment would be difficult.

Ah, right.

‘This was a battlefield.’

And the Allied Forces had suffered a crushing defeat against Mephistopheles’ army at dawn today.

We were pushed back and back from the front lines until we scattered and each fled for our own survival.

After that, I was lucky enough to encounter the Knight Order of the Swordmaster who were carrying out a top-secret mission, and was able to get emergency treatment for my arm.

After that, we walked for a full week to reach the stronghold located in the nearest city.

Looking back, it was the perfect situation to be treated as a casualty of war.

[You, that arm of yours…]

Raphael, who belatedly recognized my condition, gritted his teeth.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t die. Though my right arm became a rag.”

[How terrible. What’s the condition? Does it need to be amputated?]

“Want to say something horrible? I carefully found and collected all the scattered finger bones. If there’s a military mage, they should be able to reattach them.”

[…Your luck held out. Reinforcement troops are scheduled to arrive by this evening. Is your clear mind thanks to the 【Mercy Herb】?]

“Yeah, I’ve taken it beyond the limit, so the moment the drug’s effect wears off, I’ll lose my mind, so get the mages here as quickly as possible.”

Raphael, who had been silently staring at my face, led me toward the command post.

[Andert!]

[This bastard, you came back alive!]

Several soldiers who recognized my face came running over, causing me some trouble, but it wasn’t bad.

After entering the post, I filled my stomach with the simple food Raphael prepared for me, and only then did my tension ease.

I think I received greetings from those who came to visit me one after another about ten times. But there was one face that should have come to visit that I couldn’t see.

“Where’s Natasha?”

[She cried herself to exhaustion and fell asleep.]

“…Natasha did?”

[A landslide hit and twenty mages were buried alive. Natasha almost got swept away too, but she was lucky to survive. She’s been blaming herself.]

Natasha is strong.

I thought her mental strength was even more solid and firm than mine.

For her to cry herself to exhaustion, I realized once again how painful this retreat had been.

Not long after, Deshero, Raphael’s aide, came in. After welcoming my return, he whispered something to Raphael and then left again.

Raphael’s expression darkened.

“The reinforcement deployment is delayed?”

[…There were so many injured on the way here that they’re being held up. I urged them, so they’ll arrive soon.]

“Forget it. Aren’t other people’s lives also lives? If I can’t get treatment, I’ll die. It was my fate to die in war anyway.”

The ‘real’ Andert had died that way too.

It wouldn’t be bad for the siblings to meet the same fate.

I was staring blankly at my bandaged right arm when I noticed the strange silence around me and looked up.

Raphael was leaning back in his chair, watching me with cold eyes.

[Do you find it amusing to spout such nonsense?]

“…Hmm. Sorry. I take back what I just said.”

[Looking at you, you seem like someone desperate to die on the battlefield.]

“That’s not it. Who in the world would want to die on a battlefield?”

[Or run far away.]

Raphael pressed his temple firmly and downed his cold coffee. Without withdrawing that cold gaze fixed on my face.

[That would be a skill if it is one. We’ve been together for 8 years already… You seem like you’d disappear without any attachment or regret once the war ends.]

“Sorry.”

[Will you leave for somewhere far away?]

“I said I’m sorry.”

[Where are you planning to go? The desert region of the Western Continent? The Northern Continent Federation?]

“Hey, when did I say I’d disappear? Why do you think that? Would you prefer if I just left completely?”

[So you won’t leave?]

I looked at Raphael with an incredulous feeling.

My partner is good in every way, but sometimes he obsesses over strange things.

After the war. Is that so important?

I don’t know. Anyway, even if I’m lucky enough to survive, I won’t be able to remain friends with you.

[You can’t say you won’t leave.]

“How can I make such distant plans in detail? When it’s uncertain whether I can even survive tomorrow.”

[Only you talk like that.]

“…”

[Only you talk that way, Andert. Everyone hopes for this war to end and dreams of a peaceful new life after the war ends. Only you act like it’s someone else’s business. As if you’re going to go somewhere and die with your nose in the dirt…]

“Ah, fine. I get it, I get it! You persistent bastard. When the war ends, I’ll go down to my hometown. My dead family’s grave is probably a complete mess. I couldn’t even properly set up a headstone, so I’ll have to start by making a headstone.”

I thought of Andert’s grave that would be overgrown with dried and withered weeds.

What lay beneath the grave wasn’t my dead younger brother’s corpse, but his belongings.

Because until the last day I left Quin Island, I couldn’t find my younger brother’s body.

[You said you had a sister?]

“Yeah. If she were alive, she would have been the same age as you. She was three years older than me.”

[How unfortunate. If she were alive, she could have gotten a war hero as a husband.]

What is this bastard saying? Has he gone crazy from lack of sleep?

“Are you sleepy? I said we were siblings.”

Raphael pointed to himself with a shameless face that didn’t blink an eye.

[I’m talking about me.]

“What? You? You and my sister? Are you crazy? Why would my sibling marry you?”

In my mind, I pictured a wedding between me in my original body and Raphael.

Huh. It was a future that would never come, but I got goosebumps on my arms for no reason.

[So?]

“So what? Why would my sister be with you?”

[I thought it would be fine for me to become in-laws with you. Do I not meet your standards?]

Is this really a matter of meeting standards or not?

“My sister… might not find you appealing.”

[What wouldn’t? My face? Or my position? Wealth?]

It was a face that was genuinely curious and wanted me to answer comfortably.

I wondered what kind of self-confidence this was, but considering Raphael’s ever-rising status, it wasn’t an attitude I could simply laugh off.

Well, once he returns victorious, he’ll become fresh sashimi to be sold in the marriage market.

Considering Raphael’s personality, his future is obvious.

Rather than being manipulated by central nobles and forced into a political marriage, he would choose to be bound to a trustworthy ally.

This bastard. Aren’t you trusting me too much? I feel unnecessarily sorry.

[Andert! Where are you? Where are you!]

Just then, a desperate scream came from outside. The tone was unfamiliar, but the voice wasn’t.

I left the barracks and moved to where people had gathered together noisily.

The owner of the scream who recognized my face came running and stumbling into my arms.

“Natasha.”

[Andert. What should I do?]

“….”

[What do I do? What do I do? They’re all dead. They all died right before my eyes. Everyone’s dead! Even the kids who weren’t even adults yet, everyone! All of them!]

“….”

[That’s why you can’t go, Andert.]

I thought she was sleeping from exhaustion after crying. Turns out she was drunk instead.

Natasha, drunk out of her mind, looked extremely precarious. I patted her back with my good arm.

“I won’t go.”

[Don’t go. Never. Absolutely not. If you die, I’ll die too. This time I really thought you were dead for real. I always thought that someday you’d go far away… I thought today was that day…]

It seems she was quite worried about me being gone for a week. Both Raphael and Natasha are saying similar things.

Sniffling and sobbing loudly, Natasha lifted her tear-stained face and clung to me.

[Marry me.]

Here she goes again.

“No.”

[I’ll be good to you… I’ll really be good to you. I’ll be so good to you that you won’t want to leave.]

“If you’re looking for someone who’ll be good to you, you should marry Raphael. He seems to be looking for a bride anyway.”

[Are you out of your… ugh, uweeeek.]

“Is it disgusting enough to make you throw up?”

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