The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 87

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Chapter 87

The situation was too awkward to dismiss as a meaningless joke. There must be some reason for it.

‘Child or lover.’

I should imagine this with Count Sereniye, not Lu.

Count Sereniye’s daughter, Daisy.

‘Too awful.’

Count Sereniye’s lover, Daisy.

‘Too.’

Awful?

‘…Is that even something to question? Of course it’s awful. Absolutely awful.’

But when I tried to answer with the word “terrible,” my heart felt uncomfortable, so I answered indirectly.

“Child would be better.”

“Child? Hmm…”

He let out a meaningful hum, then soon began walking ahead again as if nothing had happened.

‘What? That’s it?’

Why did he ask such a question?

We passed through the garden and entered the magnificent white castle interior.

As the surroundings became quieter, only Duke Medeis’s quiet grumbling could be heard.

“Count Sereniye. You’re making a mistake. With the Caliphate’s power backing you, you think nothing can…”

“That’s the most expensive painting in this castle.”

Count Sereniye didn’t even pretend to listen.

I took in the enormous frame that filled an entire wall, so large it wouldn’t be strange to call it a mural.

The painting was drenched in blood.

The sight of a giant tree growing from a pool of blood, spreading its branches as if to pierce the sky, felt quite eerie.

“What does it depict?”

“A god.”

“A god, you mean Caleph?”

Count Sereniye only smiled slightly again this time, without answering.

We passed through the interior and moved toward the rear garden. For the first time, signs of life began to be felt in the space where not even an ant had been visible.

Concentrating all my nerves on hearing, I could hear two voices from not too far away.

“How can you lose strength already? Focus, Your Majesty.”

“Wait, just a little… huff, huff. Just let me rest a little…”

“Where is ‘just a little’? Get up quickly. Among the disciples I’ve taught, none failed to become Yete. If you continue like this and can’t even surpass the wall of Senyote, Your Majesty will remain as the first shame in my teaching career.”

“Phew. It might be better to remain as a shame…”

Two men stood on the lush green meadow.

A young man who appeared to be in his early thirties was sprawled on the ground, while a white-haired man in exotic Rogue attire was scolding him.

And at some point, their gazes turned toward us.

More precisely, toward Count Sereniye.

The young man, who had been blinking blankly, soon dusted off his bottom, stood up, and approached hesitantly.

His short blond hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

“Lord Calep…?”

“Sereniye.”

Count Sereniye, who had dared to interrupt the king’s words, emphasized with an indifferent face.

“Count Sereniye, Your Majesty.”

“…Right, that’s right! Sereniye! Count Sereniye!”

The young man was the king, not the white-haired one?

The neighborhood youth—no, King Astrosia—ran over with an utterly modest appearance, embraced Count Sereniye tightly, and beamed with joy.

“How, how long has it been? Where on earth have you been all this time? How could you not show your face even once, hm? Were you planning to visit my grave only after I died? That would be just like your nature!”

“You’ve grown a lot.”

“Of course! Haven’t we not met for a whole 14 years? A few years ago, suddenly you… ah, no, Lord Caleph sent Sir Skuld to me and went to the Empire… ah, of course, this story probably has nothing to do with you…”

King Astrosia’s rambling appearance was as friendly as seeing a neighborhood friend.

‘He seems to know that Count Sereniye is a Caleph.’

The modifier “Lord” was puzzling, but it was certain.

Well, being a king, he couldn’t not know.

He also seemed to already know that he used such a face when using the Sereniye identity.

“Anyway, you’re always welcome! But what brings you here? You’re not someone who would come without business…”

“Your Majesty.”

However, there was another who dared to interrupt the king’s words.

It was a sharp-featured Roguet Sect member who appeared to be the king’s sword instructor.

“Your Majesty keeps talking without rest, so Count Sereniye can’t even open his mouth. Why don’t you listen to his story first?”

Count Sereniye, who had been quietly observing the middle-aged man, naturally knelt down.

“Caleph.”

It was an amazing sight.

Both the fact that the king’s sword instructor was a Caleph, and that Count Sereniye, who was also a Caleph (I was already convinced he was Lu), knelt so skillfully.

‘He’s really immersed in his acting.’

But no matter how immersed he was, it wouldn’t be easy for someone who was a Caleph to kneel.

At least he didn’t seem to have a pride-obsessed personality like Andert. Count Sereniye looked a little different to me.

“Ca, Caleph.”

“My goodness. Caleph? The one I’ve only heard about…”

When Duke Medeis hurriedly prostrated himself, Count Quan also followed and knelt.

As lengthy praise continued afterward, Deshero whispered to me.

“Miss Daisy, kneel and bow your upper body. Caleph is the supreme leader of Rogue, the state religion of the Northern Continent. You must show proper respect.”

Following Deshero’s advice, I thought.

The man in front of you is also a Caleph.

‘Come to think of it, there are three Rogue Calephs in total.’

The clothing he wore was also similar to Dian Cecht’s attire I had seen at Grandfather Malicops’s estate.

Like a Caleph uniform. I wear a maid uniform too. Somehow I felt a sense of kinship.

The white-haired Caleph stared at Count Sereniye with an extremely uncomfortable expression, then spoke like a sigh.

“These people seem to have come to see His Majesty, so I’ll step back for a moment.”

“Ah, please do.”

King Astrosia, who nodded lightly, quickly scanned those who slowly rose after the Caleph withdrew.

“Your appearance and combination look quite strange. So what business brought you to me using the golden key, Count Sereniye?”

“The business isn’t with me, but over here.”

The king’s gaze turned toward the back.

Then his sweat-soaked brow furrowed very slightly.

“Oh my. You look quite miserable. What on earth happened, Duke Medeis?”

Duke Medeis, who had been diligently wiping off the horse dung, answered with a reddened face.

“I’m simply ashamed that you pity me, Your Majesty.”

“So what’s the problem?”

As soon as the question came, Duke Medeis bowed deeply and raised his voice.

“Your Majesty! Please hear the petition of your subject, Dehon Medeis! I wish to report Count Sereniye’s abuse of power!”

“…Report? This is sudden. What do you want to report?”

“The incident occurred 30 minutes ago at Sereniye Castle. I had arranged with Count Sereniye to enjoy horseback riding, but there were other guests from the Empire staying at the castle. Count Sereniye introduced them to me, and we were to enjoy riding together.”

Enjoy together, my foot. He completely ignored us.

“But among the guests from the Empire was a maid. That wench right there. I refused, saying I couldn’t enjoy horseback riding with a maid. The wench stood there shamelessly without considering Count Sereniye’s dignity, so I tried to educate her. It was all for Count Sereniye’s sake. Since he spends more time wandering abroad, I, who knows Astrosia’s culture well, stepped forward to help educate his employee.”

At the sight of the old man smoothly spouting claims favorable only to himself without blinking an eye, even the stoic Deshero raised his eyebrows.

“But the merciless Count Sereniye! Suddenly took up a riding whip and began striking me! Seven times! Not satisfied with that, he poured horse dung from the stable over my head. Does this make any sense?”

“Hmm.”

“Count Sereniye invoked Caleph to justify his unreasonable violence! He mentioned being a servant of Caleph. He used such sacred duty to trample on this Dehon Medeis, who is Your Majesty’s relative and loyal old retainer!”

He seemed to have something to rely on.

‘He was a relative of the king.’

“I petition Your Majesty the King. Please punish Count Sereniye who abuses his authority by relying on the power of Calepa and Your Majesty! The position of Calepa’s prisoner is too much for him. Please dismiss him!”

“Dismissal.”

“That there is no falsehood in this claim will be proven by Count Quan, who was present at the scene.”

Count Quan, with a tense expression, nodded his head as if it might fall off.

“Yes. The, the Duke’s words are correct. Not only I, but all those who were present at the scene saw it clearly with their own eyes.”

“What do you think? Count Sereniye.”

It was a strange question.

‘What do you think?’

Normally, shouldn’t he ask ‘Is that person’s claim correct?’

Count Sereniye stood there with such a bored expression that it was remarkable he didn’t yawn. Then he calmly opened his mouth.

“There is something wrong with Duke Medeis’s claim.”

At his insincere tone, the stubborn old man burst into rage.

“Such shameless lies!”

“Duke, be quiet. What do you mean it’s wrong?”

Shrugging his shoulders lightly, Count Sereniye answered the king’s question.

“First of all, our Miss Daisy is not a maid. She is my lover whom I have promised to marry.”

Huh.

“What?”

“I said that Miss Daisy Pager is my lover.”

…Huh?

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