The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 64

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Chapter 64

[Boo, wicked Andert!]

[How dare you kick Her Imperial Highness! You lucky bastard!]

The people gathered around scolded me, asking how I could be so heartless.

In the old pub filled with wounded, some cried while others laughed. It was nothing short of complete chaos.

But that very gap was how we endured the war.

We couldn’t move forward by only grieving. We had to look at what remained, not what was lost.

If we did that, someday… the war would end too.

It was when all the soldiers had gathered in the pub with one heart and mind, playing small pranks, saying that the day Natasha got drunk was precious.

[Andert, the owner wants to take a photo?]

I massaged my right arm that was starting to throb and stared blankly out the window. The moon was up.

“Suddenly? It’s not like we’re leaving proof of being drinking champions.”

[He says it’s for an article. For morale boosting, so do something about that messy hair of yours, tsk.]

“If I appear in an article looking like this, I won’t be able to show my face anywhere.”

I was practically dragged to stand in front of the bar.

Even Natasha, who had been going on about marriage, stood next to me with a bright smile at that moment.

[I think I like this city. The people are nice too. And it’s good that you came back…]

“When you’re drunk, everything looks good.”

[Heartless Andert. You heartless bastard. When our war ends, let’s come back here again. Together, definitely. We can do that, right? Right…]

I don’t know when he arrived, but Raphael, who had downed a drink in one gulp, stood on my other side.

[Reinforcements have arrived, Andert. Take the photo and come out immediately.]

“Right.”

Ah, thank goodness. I thought I’d have to live as a one-armed inspector.

The pub owner and soldiers had various discussions and decided to take photos in groups of 8.

And with drinks in hand too. The photo would reek of alcohol.

[Sir Andert! I think you need to raise your glass higher?]

I raised my hand higher to meet the owner’s request.

[Don’t raise it.]

I tried to raise it higher, but was stopped by Raphael.

I reflexively turned my head. A large hand covered in scars was gripping my left arm.

[Don’t raise it, Andert. Don’t reach out any further from there.]

We were just trying to take one photo. His red eyes were fierce enough to send chills down my spine.

I wanted to ask why, what the problem was, but no voice came out.

It wasn’t just my voice.

My ears closed and my vision darkened. The pub and people melted away. All my senses sank beneath the surface.

In the flickering world, only Raphael’s voice echoed slowly.

[Absolutely. Don’t reach out your hand.]

When I opened my eyes again.

The first thing I saw was my left hand reaching toward a dirty bookshelf.

About one finger joint above my middle finger, a green, worn book was sticking out.

If I had reached out just a little more from here, I could have easily touched it.

“Absolutely. Don’t reach out your hand.”

I slowly stepped back, recalling Raphael’s warning.

My hazy mind cleared instantly. My narrow vision rapidly expanded, and I recognized what space I was standing in.

‘This is the Royal Archives of Westwintery.’

And I probably…

“Got caught in a mental magic trap.”

Ah, so that’s why the old memories came back.

I caught my breath and looked around.

Unlike before, it wasn’t completely dark. I could see furniture like desks and chairs scattered around.

‘I walked all the way here while caught in the trap.’

The structure of the trap I was caught in was peculiar.

Completely unrelated to pressure points or exits, it seemed designed to pull up parts of past memories and make one nostalgic.

A target immersed in memories would naturally lose control of their body. They would be dragged in the direction the trap pulled them and would have tried to press this green book.

And the moment they pressed it.

A trap would trigger and they would die on the spot.

“…The smell of blood.”

Sure enough, right in front of the bookshelf I was standing far from, there were unrecognizable remains and large stains spread about.

It seemed like a method of crushing them like dough and periodically cleaning up the corpses.

‘They must have modified a trap developed by Mephistopheles’ army for protection.’

Truly fitting for archives guarded by the Swordmaster.

At first glance, it seemed like an unremarkable trap, but that made it all the more surprising.

To think death awaited after just a few steps while lost in memories.

It was perfect for dealing with intruders exhausted from overcoming hardships.

But the Raphael in my memory didn’t seem to want me trapped and rotting away in this dark, gloomy stronghold.

Raphael was always that kind of person.

‘Thank you, Raphael.’

And Natasha too, as a bonus.

“As expected, the answer is perseverance.”

Perseverance even defeats mental traps.

After that, I walked along the wall, recalling the blueprint structure.

Inside the iron cages with trap magic, various objects were stored – so various that they didn’t feel like treasures at all.

From trivial things like a wooden chair where some noble lord supposedly died peacefully in his sleep (I don’t know why it’s a treasure), to a garden chair supposedly favored by the founding emperor’s mistress (same here).

“This is nail clippers… used in an ancient cathedral.”

What an amazing item, sure.

Past the puzzling treasures, famous treasures that naturally drew gasps also appeared.

“A Lereria Measuring Device.”

So this was here.

The Lereria Measuring Device is a magical tool that can measure a target’s combat power.

It’s said to be quite accurate, but since this is the only one left, it’s treated as a treasure.

Should I steal it?

‘…Let me hold back.’

What would I do measuring combat power? It’s not like I’m obsessed with training like Jin.

“…”

I used Lu’s trap disabling device to neutralize the magic detector surrounding the iron cage.

Then I bent the sturdy bars, went inside, and stole the measuring device.

I couldn’t help it.

‘It seems like it would be fun.’

Now I had one use left of the trap disabling device.

Afraid I might get enthusiastic about stealing more, I checked the remaining treasures half-heartedly.

‘There are quite a few items from the Loqwe Church too.’

And finally, I arrived at a small, cozy iron cage.

The item stored in this spot, which was also my destination, was supposed to be.

“Hm?”

Dian Ket’s diary!

It should be here, but why is there nothing?

I pressed my face against the bars and searched thoroughly. There really was nothing.

‘This should definitely be the right spot.’

They wouldn’t have put invisibility magic only on Dian Ket’s diary.

“Did the Swordmaster get to it first after all?”

Then there would be no need to look around any further.

My deliberation wasn’t long.

I didn’t look around at the remaining iron bars and went straight down the cliff.

According to the blueprints, this vault was composed of a total of 4 floors, but I absolutely didn’t go up to the upper floors.

‘Staying too long in spaces like this is dangerous in many ways.’

What I noticed while looking around the iron bars was that the locations of the treasures recorded in the blueprints were slightly different.

Perhaps it could be a structure where the positions of the treasures change every time an intruder enters. The map itself was a trap.

‘The diary might be stored on the 2nd floor, but… the higher up I go, the more dangerous it will become.’

Vaults are usually structured to lure intruders deeper inside, trying to crush them more thoroughly.

I moved following the exit direction marked on the map and made my next plan. Actually, there wasn’t much of a next plan.

‘For now, it would be better to hand over Dian Ket’s diary to the Swordmaster.’

And then I steal the diary that the Swordmaster stole.

I had found an alternative plan, but as a result, this plan was a failure.

Moving my steps without rest through the crevices behind pillars where light couldn’t reach for 10 minutes.

And squeezing my body through rock crevices and advancing through narrow gaps for 20 minutes.

Swoooosh.

Finally, I could hear the sound of the waterfall.

I moved toward the waterfall where stars had melted down, bathed in the faintly rising sunlight of dawn.

If I part that curtain of water and go out, a quiet willow forest will appear.

Just then.

Swish.

A sword blade shot out, cutting through the pouring water.

The horizontally positioned blade passed precariously between my left ear and jaw before stopping.

If my reaction had been even slightly delayed, it would have pierced my lower jaw and embedded itself in the rock.

‘The number is.’

Swoooosh.

The sound of the waterfall masked any presence, making it hard to sense properly. No, more importantly, the opponent was no ordinary skill level.

I reflexively touched my right ear. I felt Lu’s magical tool.

At that moment.

“Ugh.”

A pitch-black hand reached out from beyond the waterfall and grabbed my face.

As the strong grip pulled my face, ice-cold stream water poured over my head.

The Milky Way pouring beyond the curtain filled my vision.

In the middle of it stood a large man.

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