The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 78

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Chapter 78

Jin had a confused expression, unsure whether to believe my words or not.

Since Lu wasn’t here anyway, I couldn’t prove it. I’d have to cross swords with him later.

I picked up a suitable fountain pen from Lu’s desk to prepare a reply. Then suddenly, a forgotten presence came to mind again and I looked up.

“But why did you come here?”

Andert, with a face full of dissatisfaction, was sitting sprawled on the sofa, glaring at me.

“You’re only asking that now…”

After pressing his forehead once, he asked with a short sigh and a tone filled with wariness.

“You. You know me, don’t you?”

Is this guy crazy?

“You? Am I your friend? Call me Sister.”

“Are you insane?”

“You’re the crazy one, you ungrateful bastard. When you get your memory back, you’ll be crawling into the ground with embarrassment over what happened in the Willow Forest. It seems you came here to get advice about your memory, but dream on. I have nothing to say to someone who doesn’t know their place and tries to act like a friend.”

Wow. Jin briefly exclaimed in admiration.

“This is the first time I’ve seen Senior speak at such length.”

The confusion in Andert’s gaze intensified. It was a reaction of surprise because I came on too strong.

He glanced once at my sturdy and neat shoulders, then opened his mouth with eyes that showed he couldn’t understand at all.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Sister.”

“I’m asking who you are.”

“Sister.”

“Damn it. Did we have some grudge from a past life? To get caught by such a crazy bitch…”

Andert irritably threw his cap and blamed me.

“At least explain why I should call you Sister!”

“Why would I be your sister? First of all, I know you very well. I know you better than your mom, better than your dad, and better than your friends. There’s no one who knows more about you than I do.”

I began filling the letter paper I found in the drawer with a slightly modified masculine handwriting and continued.

“I know you so well that I even know secrets about your body that you don’t know. Want to know what it is?”

Andert, whose irritation had reached its peak, affirmed without hesitation.

“What is it?”

“Is it okay to say it here?”

“Say it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m really going to say it.”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

Andert screamed with a slightly anxious face.

“Stop messing around and just say it!”

“You have.”

“…”

“Uneven buttocks.”

“…”

A heavy silence fell.

Andert froze and couldn’t say anything. Of course. He must have been caught off guard!

“Can you believe me now? I’m older than you, and I’m the person you served as master when you were worse than a slave. If you don’t like Sister, call me Master. Otherwise, don’t expect me to give you any hints about the past or anything else.”

Andert’s expression became menacing. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the uneven buttocks comment or because I was threatening him.

What was certain was that I didn’t want to reveal with my own mouth that I was his real sister.

Why?

Because it was unfair.

‘I suffered for 14 years and died on the battlefield, but the very culprit who caused it all was living well and enjoying luxury?’

Of course, I admit that to some extent it was a grave I dug myself.

But still, what’s annoying is annoying, right?

I had absolutely no intention of easily telling Andert about the past he had forgotten.

You need to suffer a bit… Follow me around like a goldfish’s poop. If you behave nicely, I’ll throw you hints one by one like throwing bait.

After twitching his eyebrows for a while, Andert left the room.

Bang!

Jin, who was looking at the closed door, whispered with a slightly uncomfortable expression.

“It must be true. Thank you for sharing such completely uninteresting information.”

Sorry.

I neatly put the completed letter into an envelope and immediately sent it to Quincey through a pub organization member.

Hoping that a positive answer would come back.

* * *

The next night.

The organization member I sent to Quincey returned.

His answer was ‘absolutely good.’

As it happened, an airship bound for Astrosia Kingdom would pass through here, the Midwintry High-Speed Airship Station, the morning after tomorrow, so we decided to meet at the station.

However, Quincey mentioned that an unexpected companion had been added on his side, and recommended that we also increase our companions from two to three people.

Preferably someone who could help with my psychological stability and status guarantee.

‘Psychological stability and status guarantee.’

Is it because of the border?

Coincidentally, today the Head Maid used the power of Weatherwax Baroness, who belongs to the Nobility Council, to obtain an identity certificate for ‘Daisy Pager.’

Quincey’s consideration was appreciated, but it had become useless.

‘Still, it’s fortunate that there’s an extra seat. I can take Jin without worrying about it.’

The point was that up to three seats were possible.

“Andert. You come to Loqwe too.”

He replied coldly while glaring at the chess board.

“Why should I?”

This leech’s daily routine is very simple.

After finishing his daily tasks and returning to Lu’s mansion (these days I spend dawn at Lu’s mansion instead of my room), he pours out all sorts of trivial questions from “Hey. Do I like or dislike seafood?” to “Black Knight. Do I have insomnia or not?” before leaving to do his own business.

From the way he’s been poking around all over Midwintry, it seems he’s gathering information about me.

Sorry, but this town is already under my control.

The organization members have already warned the merchants in advance, so there’s no chance of my stories leaking out unnecessarily.

“You’ve never been to Loqwe.”

“How do you know whether I’ve been there or not?”

Andert trait number one. When hit right on target, he gets snippy.

Andert trait number two. If you point out the above fact, he goes ballistic.

Since I didn’t want to bother stopping a rampaging Andert, I presented a story that might pique his interest.

“You might learn more details about whoever killed you.”

The guy who was rolling a chess piece in his hand had his expression freeze coldly.

“…I was dead?”

“Yes. I was surprised that you were living so well. You probably lost your memory as a result of that. I’m certain.”

“Who killed me?”

“Grand Sorcerer Mephistopheles.”

His mouth closed in a straight line. It was a face shocked by a name he never could have imagined.

“Take a vacation and come along. Even if you’re an heir, you have things like vacations, right?”

“…”

I turned my head away from Andert, who had fallen into deep thought without answering.

I began ironing the maid uniform again while recalling the question I had asked Malicops the day before returning to Weatherwax.

“Grandfather. In Loqwe, do they happen to call precious objects ‘hearts’?”

“Hearts?”

“Yeah.”

“There’s a separate item called the heart in Rogue. Of course, it’s also a precious thing. This is exactly that item.”

“That’s right, the pearl! That’s exactly the pearl I was asking about.”

“…You seem to be misunderstanding something. This isn’t a pearl, but a heart crystal. To be precise, it’s a heart crystallized using the processing method passed down through generations in Rogue.”

“Crystallized?”

“We Rogue crystallize and preserve the hearts when family, masters, or close friends die. Because we believe that’s how the souls of our loved ones are perfectly sublimated.”

Hearing those words, I suddenly realized.

The heart Lu was searching for on Quin Island.

Could that heart possibly be the reason Mephistopheles burned down Quin Island?

‘They said Mephistopheles’ army consists of traitors who came from Rogue. So there’s a high probability that their leader, Mephistopheles, is also from Rogue.’

Among all the vast lands, Mephistopheles specifically targeted and attacked only Quin Island.

Not long after, Lu visited the ash-covered Quin Island to search for a heart.

I didn’t think all of this was coincidence. There had to be some connection I didn’t know about.

Jin, who was leisurely writing in her journal, asked me.

“Do you really have to take that guy with you, senior?”

“Yeah.”

“Then there’s probably no need to request separate leave. The fact that he’s been camping out here for two days is already proof that he’s requested long-term leave.”

Really? He already took leave? Just to come see me?

‘That must mean he’s that desperate.’

A desperate Andert.

He’d be perfect as a second pack mule.

“…Andert. Were you embarrassed when Mr. Lu took your diary away?”

Andert’s green eyes flashed.

“Who did what?”

That glare.

“You don’t need to feel self-loathing. Meeting an amazing mage like Mr. Lu in your lifetime is absolutely not easy.”

Andert didn’t argue with that part.

“Mr. Lu is a mage belonging to Rogue. You might know, but Rogue is a warrior group made up of those who have transcended their limits. Shouldn’t an inspector seize the opportunity to face a strong opponent even if they had to pay for it? It will definitely help you. Same goes for Jin.”

“…”

“So come with me anyway. I’ll make sure you get your money’s worth from that leave you took.”

Andert didn’t answer and turned his head back to the chess board, but he never refused in the end.

And time passed quickly, and the day of departure for the Astrosia Kingdom arrived.

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