The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 85

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Chapter 85

Did he have a history of being hit in the back of the head by a maid?

It was unnecessarily harsh criticism.

I looked at Count Quan, who was radiating displeasure, and thought.

‘Should I beat him up?’

Then I glanced at Count Sereniye’s face.

He was looking at me with an expression that was impossible to read.

Would that man be put in an awkward position if I beat up Count Quan?

‘He’s a Calepa after all, so probably not.’

But Quincey’s position would be different.

Quincey was discriminated against in his family for being the second son, but he truly loved his family and was devoted to helping with the family business.

If it weren’t for him, I would have had to go through tremendous hardship to get up to the Northern Continent.

So for Quincey’s sake, it was right not to cause a big incident.

At least not here.

‘I’ll beat him up after sunset.’

Well done, Daisy. Your patience has grown considerably.

As I was feeling satisfied and comforting myself, Jin approached with a stiff expression, gently pulling my shoulder and whispering.

“Senior. If you’re okay with it, I could.”

“No, don’t step forward.”

I said I’ll beat him up at night.

Andert was watching the situation expressionlessly with his arms crossed, and Deshero was watching Count Quan with cold eyes.

And Quincey, who was standing between them.

“Your words are too harsh, Count Quan.”

Was he actually stepping forward to protect me?

Ah, this is a bit touching, isn’t it?

Quincey seemed to think that he was my protector for as long as we stayed in Astrosia.

He added to Count Quan with a cool expression.

“You may not know, Count, but the lady this young woman serves is…”

“Did you say Yegersee Pafnula? You’ve been lacking tact from the start.”

Ah, but his decisive blow was blocked.

Duke Medeis stepped forward as Count Quan’s helper. The sight of him stroking his wrinkled chin while supporting Count Quan was quite disgusting.

“In Astrosia, one must follow Astrosia’s ways. And we don’t introduce mere employees.”

“Miss Daisy is not a mere employee…”

“Enough, enough. You’re young, so you can make mistakes. Correcting such mistakes is also the duty of elders like me. Don’t lower your own status. It’s a foolish thing to do.”

Perhaps because Jenail and Berkleygraytown were mentioned, Duke Medeis’s attitude toward Quincey became much more harmful.

Then he spoke with a smug face as if giving Quincey a lesson.

“Tsk. A mere maid stepped forward and made Count Sereniye uncomfortable. You there, maid. Listen well to what this Duke Medeis says.”

Crack!

A sharp sound of cutting through air fell at my feet.

The old man turning his gaze to me and unfolding the riding whip from his waist happened almost simultaneously.

“I’ll give you 10 minutes from now.”

He lifted my chin with the handle of the riding whip made of black leather.

“Go into the castle immediately and prepare 20 servings of whiskey in individual glasses. No, 10 servings is too few. Prepare 20 servings.”

“…”

“If you’re even a second late or spill even a drop, you’ll receive twenty lashes.”

Crack!

The whip struck the ground once more. It was a raw threat, but.

‘Hmm.’

This is really. Pathetic.

“Now see here, Duke! What kind of unreasonable demand is that? Miss Daisy is here as my companion, not as a slave!”

As soon as Quincey burst out in indignation, Andert and Jin, who had approached without me noticing, stood blocking my way.

Count Quan looked at the two of them and sneered enthusiastically.

“The Empire people are all lacking in manners. Raising your voice in front of Duke Medeis!”

“The one lacking manners would be you, Count Quan. I don’t know what this is supposed to be in front of Count Sereniye, the master of this castle!”

“…Ah, that’s right.”

As if realizing belatedly, Duke Medeis nodded briefly.

“I made a mistake. Educating maids should be left to their master.”

Walking over with heavy steps, he held out the riding whip he was holding toward Count Sereniye.

“Now then. How about our Count Sereniye try wielding this whip? The feel in your hand is quite artistic. It’s perfect for educating disobedient employees. If it pleases you, I’ll get you a new whip.”

Count Sereniye’s head slowly turned downward.

His dreamy golden eyes looked once at the old man’s crown at chest height, then once at the riding whip below it.

His expression was unreadable.

His slightly raised lips seemed to be either mocking or pleased.

Whichever the answer was, one thing was certain.

Everyone here was waiting for his reaction.

“Artistic.”

Did the slowly flowing voice stimulate Duke Medeis’s violent nature?

The old man urged Count Sereniye with an even more excited expression.

“Yes, the texture is artistic! So try it right now. You servants there! Come here and make this maid kneel!”

Count Sereniye accepted the whip.

Then Duke Medeis’s voice rose even higher.

“When educating for the first time, it’s good to restrain them. Young ones have no fear and try to run away. If you set a day and educate them well like this, later on, gah!”

Something flew. Something long like a snake and swift like lightning.

And I realized that something was a riding whip, not because Duke Medeis sat down on the ground and rolled around.

“Duke!”

“Duke Medeis!”

The sight of Count Sereniye wielding the whip against Duke Medeis was so refreshing.

‘He really wields it well.’

It’s admirable enough to exclaim over.

“Stop it, Count Sereniye! What is this…!”

Pushing aside the flustered and hesitating Count Quan, several young noble gentlemen rushed out to stop Count Sereniye.

But Count Sereniye stopped after wielding the whip exactly three times.

The brief comment he left afterward was.

“Not bad.”

It was his usual light tone.

A violent act. But a peaceful attitude as if there was no problem at all.

Was it because of the sense of incongruity between them? The surroundings were instantly engulfed in silence.

Actually, I was a little surprised too.

Of course, I knew Count Sereniye would stop Duke Medeis’s perverted behavior. He’s Lu, after all.

‘But I never imagined that not only would he stop it, but he’d beat him to a pulp right there.’

What is this mysterious feeling?

Why do I feel slightly excited?

Count Sereniye, who had loosened his shirt buttons and lowered his tie as if his body had heated up, held out the riding whip to me.

“Would Miss Daisy like to try using it too?”

“…Is that okay?”

“Of course. This count will allow it. Feel free to wield it as you like.”

There was no sinister intention to be found in his grinning face.

He was sincere. So I smiled back with an even more refreshed feeling.

“Thank you. But I don’t need the whip.”

“Then?”

Instead of answering, I pushed aside Andert and Jin who were standing in front of me, and yanked my left earring with my right hand as if tearing it off.

Crackle.

With a spine-chilling resonance, a white sword emerged.

Sorry to Count Sereniye, but I’m more of a sword person than a whip person.

Because I’m an inspector, after all.

“Don’t worry, old man. I respect the elderly. I’ll make it quick.”

With my final greeting, I swung my sword toward Duke Medeis’s head.

“Gasp!”

With a gasp, scorching heat that rippled like river water enveloped the Duke’s head and disappeared.

“Haaa.”

When Duke Medeis’s intact head was revealed, sighs of relief burst out from here and there.

Did they think I was going to behead the old man?

It was at that moment that the fallen Duke Medeis let out a scream.

“Ugh, aaaah! Hot! My, my head is burning! Water, bring water! Water!”

“H-hey, maid! Go bring water! Hurry!”

As if I’d actually bring it when you order me around like that, you fool.

Instead of fetching water, I wiped away the steam rising from the sword blade’s surface and replied.

“It’ll be a bit hot, old man. I burned it down to below the hair roots with sword energy. Live the rest of your life bald while exploring non-violent dialogue.”

Andert behind me clicked his tongue and muttered.

“Just like a Black Knight to use such terrifying swordsmanship.”

Terrifying? Still better than dying, isn’t it?

However, Duke Medeis seemed to have misunderstood my consideration in the wrong direction.

Instead of bowing a hundred and eight times in gratitude for sparing his life, he glared with bulging eyes and burst into mad shouting.

“Count Quan! Drag that crazy wench before me this instant! Right noooow!”

Count Quan flinched and looked at me.

Tap, when I struck the ground with my sword tip, cold sweat beaded on the man’s forehead trickled down his temples.

“What are you doing, Count Quan! Drag her over! Someone, anyone, drag that wench before me! Hurry!”

Naturally, no one could drag me away.

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