The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 65

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Chapter 65

As a strong grip grabbed my face and pulled me, ice-cold stream water poured over my head.

The Milky Way pouring through the curtain filled my vision. In the center of it stood a large man.

A long scar falling from his right forehead down below his mask.

Thick eyebrows.

Sharp eyes.

Below that was covered by a black mask and couldn’t be seen clearly, but it was obvious he wouldn’t have a gentle impression.

“…A woman?”

Above all, the man’s eyes.

Those sunken yet blazing green eyes.

“I thought you were fearless. Was it because you’re a woman?”

And his voice mixed with mockery.

Everything felt familiar as if I had experienced it somewhere before. And it was unpleasant.

‘Why?’

The unpleasantness that was usually hard to feel acted like a trigger and struck my mind.

The instinct that had been hidden in the abyss for a long time began to slowly sprout.

Cut down what is unpleasant.

But I am not a sword demon who follows instinct.

‘Calm down.’

But since I needed to survive first, I grabbed the pearl hanging from my ear with my right hand.

Crackle.

Powerful electric current spread along the waterfall and echoed in all directions. When I caught the sword with my left hand, a cold and more satisfying sensation touched my palm.

Ah, yes. This is it.

This is a sword.

Swoooosh!

I cut the waterfall.

Through the gap in the severed water surface, the man’s wide-open pupils enlarged. I had no intention of retreating. I charged straight at the man.

Clang! Screeeech…

The man’s sword that met my attack was excellent.

Excellent skill. Excellent posture. It had to be.

The man I know is an outstanding swordsman.

The man who had been pushed back for a while finally stopped after planting both feet on the stream bottom.

“Who are you?”

The eyes above the mask drew an interesting arc.

“Woman. Left-handed. Flexible. Skilled.”

“…”

“I’ve never heard of a swordsman like you. Surprising. Where did you come from?”

Why is that? I’m not curious about the man’s identity.

I didn’t want to know at all whether this person was connected to the Swordmaster, or if he was the one who stole Dian Ket’s diary.

What I’m curious about is one thing.

“Your face.”

“What?”

“I need to check your face. Take off your mask.”

“What nonsense.”

If he won’t take it off, I’ll make him take it off.

I infused the sword with magic. A sinister black light burst from the blade and flew horizontally across.

However, the man had already leaped up to the rock above the waterfall.

“Black sword energy?”

His question was drowned out by the successive sounds of sword energy tearing through the air.

Water and dirt erupted from all directions. The violent roar decorating the night sky made my head spin.

-Kill.

The sword whispered.

An unfamiliar resonance. It should definitely be a voice I’m hearing for the first time, but strangely it doesn’t feel unfamiliar.

I’ve been hearing this voice for a very long time. Ever since I cut down demons and slaughtered Mephisto’s army…

-Kill.

Vitality flowed through my body. As if I had returned to four years ago.

A shadow that emerged from the water mist swung a sword.

My arm, which barely managed to block it, lost balance and tilted slightly. Unlike before, the man was now holding his sword with his left hand.

He’s an ambidextrous swordsman. He knows how to wield a sword with his left hand.

“What’s your purpose for crawling into the Emperor’s vault without fear?”

-Cut him down.

“Whose orders are you following?”

The man’s voice rummaged through my mind and brought up hallucinations that weren’t pleasant at all.

“What are you talking about? When the war ends, we need to escape this damn island.”

-Kill.

“We can’t live as beggars. Think carefully about how we’ll make a living, sister. I could survive as a soldier if there’s nothing else to do, but you can’t.”

-Cut him down.

Ah, so noisy.

I burst sword energy to dispel the hallucinations.

A tree that tilted after being hit by the released sword energy caught fire. Spitting out the heat that filled my head, I asked the man.

“I know you. You died long ago. Right?”

There’s no way you could be alive.

The opponent’s eyes twisted unpleasantly.

“Were you crazy?”

This man is fake.

-Kill.

He can’t be real.

-Kill.

“Why are all sword-wielding women out of their minds? Are you a sword demon too?”

-Cut him down.

I swung my sword frantically.

I saw an opening under his armpit. I swung my arm to stab, but my body stopped just before reaching him.

No. I absolutely cannot cut him.

Reading that moment of hesitation, the man thrust his sword into my left shoulder instead.

At that moment.

‘Ah.’

My head cleared like magic.

The noisy voice that had dominated my head and body disappeared, leaving only crystal-clear pain.

The attack that pierced my shoulder had stopped the sword’s resonance.

Thanks to that, I remembered a fact I had completely forgotten.

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

“How terrible. What’s his condition? Does it need to be amputated?”

“No way. I carefully found and collected all the finger bones that were blown away by the demon. If we have a military mage, we should be able to reattach them.”

The past I saw in the trap.

That arm in the past wasn’t destroyed by a demon.

I destroyed it.

For one reason only. To regain the sanity I was about to completely lose.

‘…Right, this is what it felt like to lose my mind and swing a sword. Like dreaming while standing.’

The deeper I synchronized with the sword, the more only intense pain could restore my sanity.

Damn sword.

Strength drained from my left arm as the pure white blade slipped from my grasp and sank beneath the water.

At the same time, a cold sword edge touched beneath my chin. The man who lifted my chin with the tip of his sword examined my face as if searching for something.

“What’s your name.”

The feeling of facing him was so strange it felt surreal, like walking on water.

I thought that if I escaped from my sword-crazed state and faced him with a clearer mind, I could break free from this delusion.

But no.

I wasn’t mistaken.

This man wasn’t a fake.

The longer I looked into his eyes, the stronger my conviction became.

This man was real.

“…There’s no resonance from your sword.”

“What?”

I looked at the man’s left hand, rough with calluses.

His right hand was similar. These were traces of diligent training with both hands equally, not favoring either side.

“Quiet and composed. You’re like a perfect specimen of a swordsman. To have mastered such a sword that’s the complete opposite of your foul temperament – your skill is beyond ordinary.”

“What nonsense have you been babbling about since earlier?”

A small laugh escaped me. His rough way of speaking remained unchanged.

Now that my reason had returned, I tried to gauge his current status.

From the way he asked why I left the stronghold, it seemed clear that this man was one of the Swordmaster’s people.

But his skill was absurdly exceptional to be just one of the Berkley-Greytown family’s knights.

He was probably even more skilled than Jin. A swordsman with such exceptional skill and talent at that age…

“Ah, right. Are you Garrosh? You’ve learned well under the Swordmaster’s teachings.”

The man closed his eyes and did light neck exercises before letting out a rough sigh.

“I can’t kill you, so I’ll at least knock you out. I’m reluctant to hit a woman, but just take the beating quietly and go to sleep.”

What are you saying, you idiot.

“How soft. Distinguishing between men and women when sword-crazed? You’re just big but still like a child. When will you grow up?”

“Shut up.”

The man rolled his shoulder widely to build momentum for his punch.

Did he think I would just quietly take it with my shoulder badly injured? I couldn’t help but laugh at his naive appearance.

But even as laughter spilled out, my questions remained.

How are you alive?

“Andert.”

My younger brother.

“Why don’t you remember me?”

“…Who are you calling right now?”

The man’s fist loosened slightly.

I didn’t miss that momentary gap and kicked the blade that had sunk to the bottom with my toe, sending it up into the air.

Then I grabbed the handle with my right hand instead of my left and slashed horizontally.

“Kugh!”

With a short groan, the man stepped back.

At the same time, the black mask covering his face was cleanly cut, leaving only traces as it fluttered away in the wind.

When the lips and chin hidden beneath were revealed, I couldn’t say anything.

A long scar ran across his face.

My chest felt like it would burst from the complex emotions that rushed in like a tsunami. I felt like I would suffocate from the overwhelming feelings.

I wasn’t wrong.

The man was my younger brother Andert, whom I thought was dead.

‘He was alive.’

Andert is alive.

Now bearing the name Garrosh.

‘How?’

No, that question doesn’t matter now.

Andert is alive.

Even though he doesn’t recognize me, he was alive.

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