The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 86

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Chapter 86

While the bald old man was causing a ruckus, Jin approached me and whispered carefully.

“Senior. Just now, it seemed like heat as intense as flames was generated and disappeared in an instant. How did you do that?”

This?

“Demon Iron Technique.”

“Pardon?”

“It’s a technique borrowed from ironing.”

Jin, who had been staring at me with a blank expression, soon nodded with eyes that seemed to have realized something.

“Ah! I see. I understand what you mean. I think I know why you advised me to focus on housework. You’re amazing, Senior. I respect you.”

It seems like she’s seriously misunderstood something.

But since she seemed to have gained some of the enlightenment she had so desperately wanted, I decided to keep my mouth shut.

“Wh-what is this…?”

Just then, a sigh deeply soaked in bewilderment was heard.

Wondering what was happening now, I turned my head…

“C-Count Sereniye! Have you lost your mind? Pouring horse manure!”

Wasn’t there a handful of horse manure sitting large on top of Duke Medeis’s head?

To be precise, it was horse manure that Mon had directly shoveled at Count Sereniye’s instruction.

“This is…”

From above the bewildered Duke Medeis, a leisurely voice poured down.

“Are you feeling a bit cooler now? Hmm. Pouring it on your head makes it feel like your lost hair has grown back, which is nice, isn’t it?”

“Count Sereniye! Have you gone mad! To defend that crazy maid and treat me like this…!”

The half-crazed Duke Medeis’s gaze turned toward the young nobles standing awkwardly behind him.

Duke Medeis bared his teeth at them. The old man, whose face had turned blue rather than red, trembled his shoulders and shouted.

“You all! You saw with your own eyes how Count Sereniye treated me, didn’t you? I treated him so well, but this insolent… trash who doesn’t know his place! Today’s incident, I will definitely…”

“Mon.”

Mon, who had been positioned behind Count Sereniye serving him at some point, approached Duke Medeis.

Mon put on leather gloves firmly and swung his hand.

Smack.

The old man shouted with not only his struck right cheek but his entire face turning black with heat.

“How dare you, strike someone’s face!”

Smack.

“Count Sereniye! What on earth is this behavior! Stop this immediately!”

“Please stop!”

Smack.

“Please stop…”

Smack.

“…”

Smack.

“…”

“Ah, it’s finally quiet now. Right, Mon?”

Mon threw the gloves dirtied with horse manure to the ground.

“Yes.”

At the moment when everyone had become quiet again.

Count Sereniye looked down at Duke Medeis’s bald head, swollen like a waterlogged mushroom, and spoke affectionately.

“Duke.”

“…”

“Do you know why I stay quiet? Because Kalerpa commanded me to do so.”

I perked up my ears.

I had been curious whether Count Sereniye was a real person, simply an identity Lu borrowed, or a phantom identity he was using.

“Yes, Kalerpa… That’s also the reason you’re all desperate to catch my eye. I am Kalerpa’s hunter.”

The surrounding air became even colder. It seemed he had hit the mark.

“What’s Kalerpa’s hunter?”

Mon was slightly flustered by my whispered question but obediently provided an answer.

“It refers to someone who has received appointment from Kalerpa and His Majesty the King, granted access to Kalefa Outskirts and the Royal Palace, and permission to dispose of criminals independently. They’re called hunters because they spend most of their time abroad dealing with traitors.”

So that’s why he said it was hard to meet him.

‘I think I heard that even the king’s relatives find it difficult to obtain Royal Palace access rights. It must be a position with quite remarkable authority.’

Moreover, it was also an identity perfectly suitable for Kalerpa to use.

Count Sereniye, slowly brushing back his bangs, murmured as if whispering.

“Thanks to that, my rather good mood has hit rock bottom. It’s been a while since I felt like this. Should I say thank you?”

“…”

“The Duke seems to have no answer.”

“…”

“And today you look particularly tired. Your face is swollen, and you even have wounds. You’re not exactly young either. Isn’t that right, Mon?”

“I’ll prepare a carriage so Duke Medeis can comfortably return to his town house.”

When Mon lightly gestured, servants who had been waiting silently suddenly appeared.

These were the same people who wouldn’t even pretend to listen when someone shouted for water, but this time they swarmed out at once and dragged away Duke Medeis covered in dung.

The chocolate-covered strawberry gritted his teeth and shouted.

“His Majesty the King will not forgive this!”

“…His Majesty the King?”

“That’s right! Do you think His Majesty the King will look kindly upon someone who dares to abuse power and show off by invoking the great Kalerpa’s name! I will definitely report today’s incident to His Majesty the King…”

“Forgiveness.”

Count Sereniye, who had been stroking his chin with a contemplative expression, smiled brightly.

“I’ve become curious myself whether he’ll forgive me or not. Then shall we go see him right now?”

“What?”

“Mon, open the door.”

“Yes.”

What’s happening? He said he has Royal Palace access rights, but is he really heading to the Royal Palace?

Before I could even form the question, Mon pulled out what was obviously a precious leather case from inside his jacket pocket.

The item he carefully extracted from the case was a golden key and lock that gleamed brilliantly.

Multicolored gems clung to it like barnacles, emitting their radiance.

Mon, who had been walking toward the stable, suddenly stopped and looked back at his master.

“Would it be alright to use the door here?”

“Is there a door closer than that one?”

“No. Then…”

Click.

The golden lock hung dangling in the gap between the wooden planks.

Mon inserted the golden key into the attached lock and turned it. The actions were so crude and sloppy it seemed like child’s play.

However, beyond the door that soon opened…

“Come. Don’t dawdle and hurry inside, Duke Medeis. You need to go crying and sniveling to His Majesty the King, don’t you?”

Instead of horse heads, a beautiful garden like a transplanted paradise spread out.

Yes, that place was a garden.

Astrosia Kingdom’s Vast Summer Garden.

A land of rose vines spread beneath the hazy gray sky.

“Mon? Help Count Quan support Duke Medeis. It’ll smell like dung, but bear with it.”

“Understood.”

When Mon and the servant were busy dragging away the shouting old man.

I quickly approached behind Count Sereniye and whispered.

“Are you okay?”

He quietly looked down at me, then brushed away the leaves that had gotten in my hair from the whipping and smiled.

“Who? Duke Medeis? Well, his face does seem swollen. But it’s not enough to kill him.”

I wasn’t asking about the old man’s condition.

Figuring it probably meant he was roughly okay, I announced to my companions.

“I’ll go beyond this point alone. The rest of you stay at the castle.”

It was related to me anyway.

Even though I trusted Count Sereniye’s magnanimity, we were outsiders and there was no telling what might happen to us.

If problems arose, it was right for me to take the fall alone.

At my words, Quincey, who had been pretending not to care while watching the situation with great interest, came running over in a hurry.

“You mean to go alone? That’s impossible, Miss Daisy. I must protect Miss Daisy…”

“I’ll accompany her, so please remain at the castle, Mr. Quincey.”

Deshero restrained the excited Quincey.

Wait. Who decided to follow along?

“You will, Viscount?”

“It would be better than Mr. Quincey following along. In many ways.”

“…Though I’m worried, your words seem correct, Viscount.”

With Quincey reluctantly stepping back with a disappointed face, Deshero spoke to me.

“Miss Daisy is from the Empire. If I, a noble of Pen Rota and Lord Raphael’s representative, am by your side, we can make the best preparations for any situation.”

This is like trying to move a stone only to end up with a boulder.

‘I’d rather just drag Quincey along. Of all people, an uncomfortable person had to get involved.’

But his argument was so valid that I had no choice but to nod.

We stepped through the door like that.

Summer Garden.

There could be no more appropriate expression to describe the garden of the Astrosian Palace.

The garden, filled with the essence of summer, was packed with circular vine supports blooming with roses.

The thick, overwhelming red fragrance was dizzying enough to make my head spin.

Everyone except Count Sereniye continued walking with clearly tense faces.

As the horse manure smell gradually intensified, my reason, which had been floating far away, returned.

‘To think I’d come to the royal palace over something like this.’

Living life, I experience all sorts of shitty things.

While I was falling into subtle feelings of doubt, Count Sereniye reduced his stride and approached my side.

“Miss Daisy. May I ask you a question?”

Though sudden, I figured there was nothing I couldn’t hear and nodded slightly.

“What do you think of me?”

“…What do you mean?”

“Hmm. It would be easier to give you choices. Would it seem more terrible if I were your child, or if I were your lover?”

“Me?”

“Yes, Miss Daisy.”

What kind of incoherent nonsense is this.

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