The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67

Garoush gestured toward the air.

He planned to give first aid to prevent further bleeding and then take this Black Knight to the Berkley-Greytown Family.

However, the knights who should have been jumping down from the waterfall one by one showed no response.

Only then did Garoush realize that the surroundings were suspiciously quiet.

Someone was nearby.

‘Are all the knights dead?’

So silently without a sound?

His contemplation was brief. He first pulled the Black Knight onto land and then tore his sleeve. He had to stop the bleeding from the shoulder.

When the white skin hidden beneath the clothing was revealed, Garoush faced his second confusion.

These weren’t the hands of someone who wielded a sword.

For a woman, the muscles were firm and even well-trained. But that alone could never enable sword wielding.

‘What exactly is this Black Knight?’

When he faced head-on the doubts he had tried to ignore, questions followed questions like a bursting dam.

At first, he had simply intended to deal with a dangerous factor that had crawled out of the vault.

He had been assigned an important classified mission by the Swordmaster.

While carrying out his mission, he received a report from the rear guard that an intruder had appeared, and he was waiting near the stronghold for the intruder to emerge.

But then.

“Let’s see. That our Garoush has a mole above his collarbone? That he has an unseemly allergy to sunlight? Or that drinking milk causes him stomach pain for a while? I think I know quite well at this point. So now you must be curious about how I know all this. Right?”

Correct. All of it was right. Every single fact without exception.

‘This is absurd.’

That’s why he was even more curious about this woman’s identity.

Surprisingly, as soon as he recognized the emotion of ‘curiosity,’ a desire he had forgotten began to stretch and stir noisily.

The desire to find his forgotten past.

‘Damn woman. I’ve been forcing myself to endure all this time.’

To accept the new life called Garoush Berkleygraton, he had gritted his teeth and forcibly ignored it.

Garoush tightly bound the Black Knight’s left shoulder with the torn sleeve. Just as he was about to tear the remaining sleeve.

“That’s enough.”

He looked up at the unfamiliar voice.

Some tall man was sitting cross-legged across from the Black Knight.

Blue hair.

And surprisingly, dressed in pajamas.

‘Is this the blue-haired man the Black Knight mentioned?’

Judging by his appearance alone, which looked half-mad, it was certain.

But Garoush was more surprised by the luxurious features beneath the hair than by the stranger’s striking hair color.

In his life, he had never seen a face structure so chillingly beautiful and melancholy as the one before his eyes. The fact that he was dazzled by another man wasn’t embarrassing at all.

Things like pajamas didn’t even register in his sight. Not even the pink slippers.

“Sit.”

What the hell is wrong with this lunatic?

Many surprising things were happening to him today.

The part where he couldn’t resist the man’s ‘command’ and sat down heavily on the ground was the same.

‘A mage?’

Garoush summoned his willpower to resist the magic.

But it was useless. He usually broke through most magic with willpower, but this man’s magic wouldn’t break.

“Hah.”

Shit. Nothing but damn annoying things keep happening one after another.

The feeling of helplessness was unfamiliar.

So it was unpleasant. The blue-haired mage was even staring at his face with rather uninterested eyes, scrutinizing it thoroughly. It became twice as unpleasant.

“Does he resemble him? No, not really… it doesn’t remind me much.”

A Black Knight and a crazy mage. A fitting combination.

Half-resigned and settling comfortably, Garoush noticed something dangling from the man’s left hand.

Dian Ket’s diary.

His eyes narrowed thinly.

The item he had personally entered the stronghold to retrieve on the Swordmaster’s orders was in this man’s possession.

‘Was this diary the Black Knight’s objective too?’

The mage tore his robe-like outer garment lengthwise and stopped the bleeding from the Black Knight’s right shoulder. His expressionless face was cold.

Surprisingly, with just a few gestures of binding the cloth, the blood that had been gushing out quickly subsided.

“Who are you people?”

No answer.

“Was that thing your objective? Did you kill all the others?”

Still no answer.

“Shit, give me some kind of answer. You babbled plenty when you were alone, but you can’t answer questions?”

The mage finally muttered with slightly understanding eyes.

“Hmm. The personality might be a little similar.”

“You’re very similar to this Black Knight too. The way you ramble like a madman is exactly the same. Huh?”

Huh. The mage smiled for the first time.

“Now I see you’re quite a useful talent. But if you continue that way, you’ll be blocked at the master’s threshold. For life.”

“Were you a swindler fortune-teller?”

“Controlling the sword and being controlled by the sword is a hair’s breadth difference. A master is the level of maintaining balance between the two. In other words, the level of becoming one with the sword. People call this level resonance or assimilation.”

A mage talking about swords. It’s like a cat discussing dog bones.

“You can say such things even after seeing this Black Knight?”

Garoush lightly gestured with his chin toward the Black Knight lying like a corpse before him.

“Listen, mage. Resonance isn’t right. A swordsman is instinctively drawn to the sword’s voice. It’s hard to refuse. The stronger and longer the resonance lasts, the more the swordsman loses control over the sword. They become a Black Knight.”

And the phenomenon experienced when all control over the sword is lost was complete assimilation.

Garoush thought of Jin.

Jin was an excellent specimen showing how a swordsman becomes a Black Knight.

The Swordmaster had warned Jin repeatedly.

Unless you abandon the sword, the fate of a Black Knight is always the same. So if you have no intention of abandoning the sword, don’t walk the path of a Black Knight.

In the end, she ignored it and left home.

“Is your world only black and white?”

The mage who chuckled raised his right index finger.

“Power is balance.”

From the tip of his neat fingernail, two spheres slightly larger than pearls appeared. One was white, the other black.

‘Silent magic.’

As expected, he wasn’t an ordinary mage.

His body hair stood on end with tension.

“Something perfectly black cannot embrace white. Also, something spotlessly white cannot embrace black. Therefore, one who pursues only black seeks only black, and one who pursues only white seeks only white. Obtaining only one thing without getting both – how can that be called perfect? That’s not perfect. It’s precarious.”

The black sphere and white sphere overlapped. The sphere merged into one was tinged with gray.

“Black and white. When both are pursued, balance is achieved. Power is the same. You must wield the sword and be wielded by the sword.”

Controlling the sword and being controlled by the sword.

“…You speak in difficult terms.”

It wasn’t just words.

Garoush found it difficult to understand the situation he faced. What was he doing sitting face to face with some unknown charlatan?

Nevertheless, he couldn’t take his eyes off the mage.

Ridiculously, the man’s argument sounded quite interesting.

Power and balance. It was obvious logic.

But it was also an argument contrary to the Swordmaster’s teachings he had learned until now.

“Anyone can talk easily. In short, you’re saying don’t become a Black Knight and get devoured by the sword, right?”

“Anyone can talk easily? Does this woman you called a Black Knight look that way too?”

“…”

“This woman became a Black Knight as you said, but she wasn’t devoured by the sword. She wielded the sword and was wielded by it. She could go anywhere and boast that she knows the sword perfectly, and no one could object. But you?”

“….”

“Have you ever heard what sound your sword makes?”

“No. My sword doesn’t resonate.”

“Then you don’t know your sword.”

I thought he wasn’t wrong.

Garrosh forgot about his position kneeling like a hostage and silently stared at the gray sphere floating in the air.

The mage’s words strangely calmed him.

The mage, who had been quietly looking up at the sky as if gauging time, slowly parted his lips.

“You may go.”

His rigid body became free as if by magic.

However, Garrosh didn’t move. Somehow he felt uneasy.

He couldn’t just leave Dian Ket’s diary behind and return like this. But he also wasn’t confident he could strike down this mage and retrieve it.

‘When have I ever acted with confidence.’

In any case, securing the relic was his mission. Therefore, even if impossible, he had to take it.

It was when Garrosh, having made up his mind, was about to get up.

“If you’re not in a hurry, you could stay here and watch over this Black Knight.”

“…Watch over?”

“Yes. It would be a chance to see an interesting spectacle that you’ll rarely encounter in your lifetime.”

A spectacle.

In truth, the mage had been looking only at the Black Knight from the very beginning.

It was curious that he had given advice about knowing or not knowing swords when Garrosh’s existence wasn’t even on his mind.

‘Does he mean to watch over the Black Knight.’

Garrosh stopped lifting his buttocks and settled back down across from the man.

Right.

If he was destined to die in this place, it would be fine to delay a little before dying.

Just as the mage had done, he too fixed his gaze on the Black Knight’s face.

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