The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

I slowly turned my thoughts over.

In truth, it wasn’t strange that I, a survivor of Quin Island who appeared after 4 years, would be under state surveillance.

After all, hadn’t there been those who followed me after I refused to go to the refugee shelter?

But they made no contact for a month, only watching from a distance before suddenly disappearing.

To be precise, they stopped showing themselves after I arrived in Midwintry and had my interview at the Employment Office.

They probably couldn’t find anything suspicious about me as I became a beggar, earning bread and money through begging, and quietly arrived in Midwintry seeking maid work.

Up to that point, it wasn’t a big problem.

‘But how coincidental that a man who got hired at the same estate would even move to the neighboring house.’

Wasn’t the timing too perfectly aligned to be mere coincidence?

The more I thought about it, the more likely the latter possibility seemed.

If Lu had followed me here, would this become a bigger problem than targeting the Weatherwax Baroness?

‘No. Perhaps I could resolve things through personal communication instead.’

What was important to me now was keeping my job at the Weatherwax Estate.

As long as it wasn’t some reckless demand like ‘die again’ or ‘let us experiment on you since we’re curious about the source of your resurrection,’ I was fully prepared to talk with suspicious individuals.

‘Let me throw out some bait from my side first.’

I decided to write my business on a note in case the conversation ran long.

Since I could escape using the Head Maid as an excuse like yesterday, it would be better to make the first move.

Right after my daily work ended, I secretly called Lu to the backyard without the Head Maid knowing.

“I’m sorry, Miss Maid.”

But showing up 5 minutes later than me, what he said was:

“I must decline your confession. I’m neither someone who pursues fateful love nor a scoundrel enough to date a woman I’ve known for two days.”

I didn’t need to hear any more.

Before Lu’s quite progressive imagination could soar even higher, I thrust the note I was holding at him.

The contents of the note were as follows:

Lu’s expression became strange as he read through it carefully.

“You called me here to give me this?”

“Yes.”

Lu laughed with eyes that said he was hearing the most trivial joke.

“Monitoring you… That’s an impressive level of self-esteem.”

I wonder who’s talking about whom. Has he already forgotten about mentioning confessions just because I called him to the backyard?

“Yesterday you asked about me. Today you’re asking why I got hired here. That’s the point of this note, correct?”

“Exactly.”

“I think I mentioned this once before, but I’ll answer again for our forgetful Miss Maid. It’s a hobby.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Ah, I see. That’s unfortunate. But it’s not a hobby I created for you to believe anyway.”

He seemed ready to turn away without regret, so I hastily opened my mouth.

“How about you stop running away and reveal everything honestly? I don’t like having someone as suspicious as you staying at this estate. I’m in the mood to help drive you out if I can, so speak honestly. Is your target me? Or the Weatherwax Baroness?”

I talked so long I almost bit my tongue.

The note I’d bothered to write became useless. It felt quite uncomfortable how conversations with him always ran long.

Lu, who had been quietly listening to my words, lowered his gaze and gently waved the note in his hand.

“Hmm. So you find it that bothersome… Well, that part isn’t my concern. Are you really that curious about why I ended up at this estate?”

I nodded with all my heart, making my eyes shine.

“I’m curious.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Truly?”

“Truly.”

“…I am.”

That’s when it happened.

Ding, ding. The grandfather clock chimed to announce 7 PM. Whether it rang or not, I kept my neck stiff and stared at Lu.

Lu smiled brightly while looking at my face, then moved as if nothing had happened and passed by me.

“Where are you going?”

“Getting off work.”

What?

“Punctual departure is a basic quality of an employee. Today was another rewarding day. I hope Miss Maid has a good night too.”

Lu waved his hand casually and disappeared from the backyard. And so I was left alone under the sunset.

At first I was so dumbfounded that I let out a hollow laugh. But thanks to that, my somewhat sluggish judgment gained momentum.

‘I wonder if that assassin is still at Lu’s house.’

If he keeps avoiding answers like this, I’ll have no choice but to move directly.

I should sneak into the neighboring house and search the interior thoroughly.

That day, after sunset and past midnight in the early morning hours.

As I had two days ago, I crossed over the fence to the Neighboring Manor.

But unlike that time, today the windows on the first and second floors were tightly locked, making it seem difficult to find a way to sneak in.

‘Should I climb down the chimney?’

Around that time, I heard signs of movement from inside the estate. The presence was moving precisely toward the back door that led to the kitchen. As if it had been waiting for a guest.

Had they noticed even though I moved carefully? Just as I was trying to kill my presence while hiding behind the back door, a familiar voice came from inside.

“As expected, it’s you.”

It was the voice of that assassin who had threatened me.

The door opened, and the assassin appeared before me, his face completely revealed. The moment I confirmed his appearance, I couldn’t say anything.

“No need to be surprised, maid.”

Why are you wearing butler clothes?

“The master said you’d sneak in around this time. So I was waiting.”

This shameless assassin apparently didn’t think I’d be surprised by his outfit.

“The master told me to relay this message when I met you.”

How long has he known Lu to already be calling him master?

“What message?”

“How about practicing peeling potatoes instead of wasting time on futile trips?”

“…”

“That’s what he said.”

My teeth ground a bit, but I held back. Ever since meeting Lu, my teeth always ground when I thought of him, so I’d gotten used to enduring it by now.

“Are you two in cahoots?”

Were they partners from the beginning?

At my question, the assassin let out a hollow laugh as if it were absurd.

“In cahoots? You seem to have already forgotten that you trapped me here. Do you really have memory problems as the master said?”

Don’t tell the assassin such trivial jokes too.

“I’m staying here of my own will.”

I pointed at the assassin’s neat butler outfit and answered.

“Looking at your outfit, I can’t trust that.”

“That’s understandable. But I simply submitted. It’s natural for the weak to submit to the strong. You wouldn’t know, but the master is very remarkable and terrifying…”

As if recalling unpleasant memories, the assassin trailed off and shuddered with a stiff expression.

“…Whew. This estate has high-level magic cast on it. It’s absolutely impossible to see the interior of the estate from outside. While staying here, I can be free from the Guild’s surveillance, so I plan to stay under the master for a while and figure out how to survive.”

Was there such magic cast on the estate?

‘So he’s skilled enough to cast high-level magic and instill fear in a skilled assassin.’

I was right not to rashly engage in physical conversation.

I hadn’t held a sword since returning to this woman’s body.

Since even my original body wasn’t familiar, facing someone of Lu’s skill level with an unfamiliar body would be extremely dangerous.

“Your master.”

“Speak.”

“What’s the possibility he’s the client who sent you to me?”

The assassin let out a small sigh.

“I thought the same thing at first. But well, it’s ambiguous. The master is definitely interested in the Weatherwax Family. However, he doesn’t seem like the type to commission the Assassin’s Guild to monitor the Weatherwax Baroness.”

“….”

“I believe you would understand what I mean. The master is… a bit peculiar.”

“He’s not peculiar.”

“Then?”

“He’s strange.”

For the first time, something resembling a smile crossed the assassin’s lips.

“Yes, as you say, the master is beyond suspicious—he’s strange. He didn’t even ask me anything except my name. It would be more fitting to say he has no interest. I’m still in the stage of exploring the master myself. It’s so mysterious that I can’t make any definitive statements yet.”

Exploring, he said.

From what I could see, the assassin didn’t seem to be trying to deceive me. I had noticed his keen interest in survival from the moment he removed the suicide pill called 【Merciful Bite】.

He had even clung to me, begging for his life.

So both the assassin’s reason for staying at this estate and his reason for exploring the mysterious figure Lu made perfect sense.

“Then make a deal with me.”

“A deal?”

“Share the results of our respective explorations.”

The assassin looked quite surprised as he examined my face carefully, then gave a delayed response.

“As I already mentioned, the master has already predicted that you would sneak in here tonight. This conversation probably won’t be any different.”

“So will you do it or not?”

“…How?”

“Once a week. At this time, in this place.”

“Understood.”

This was quite a useful gain.

‘I’ll be able to find out what suspicious activities Lu engages in after work hours.’

It didn’t matter if he knew about today’s events.

If he knew I was watching him, he wouldn’t act recklessly either.

Just as I was about to return to the Weatherwax Manor with these rather satisfactory results.

“Wait.”

The assassin suddenly called out to stop me.

“There’s something I want to ask.”

When I turned around, the assassin asked me with the most serious expression he had worn so far.

“Do you have any tips for washing blankets?”

“….”

“It’s too difficult doing it alone. Is there no better method than pressing down with hands?”

So you’re a butler in name only, but you’re handling all the maid work too.

Feeling sympathetic, I left the assassin with a tip that wasn’t really a tip—’don’t press the blankets down with your hands, press them down with your feet’—before returning to my room.

I slept well that night.

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