The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 91

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Chapter 91

That night.

I was roaming around the Royal Palace.

It wasn’t that I was wandering around aimlessly, but I was loosening up my body in preparation for tomorrow’s admission examination.

‘I’d like to swing my sword since the rear garden is spacious enough.’

But since weapons couldn’t be carried in the Royal Palace except by the king and his royal guard, running and stretching were about all I could manage.

“Hey! You woman standing dazed in front of the rose bushes. Who are you?”

“Stop it, brother. She’s a guest of His Majesty the King. I’ve been watching her walk in the rear garden for 3 hours now, so let’s just pass by quietly.”

“3 hours? Are you sure it’s the same person?”

“Hmm.”

It’s the same person, you guys.

‘I have been walking for too long though.’

Late at night, a brown-haired woman wandering around for 3 hours would naturally seem suspicious.

Perhaps from smelling the pungent rose scent for so long unnecessarily? At some point, even my sense of smell seemed to have gone numb.

Just walking around in a daze, it felt like all the distracting thoughts about what I’d experienced today were flying far away.

Just as I was thinking of heading back and turning around, a man standing in front of the rose bushes caught my eye.

That conspicuously upright posture is…

“Deshero?”

Perhaps hearing my voice, the man who had been standing blankly turned to look at me.

Actually, I was feeling a bit awkward around Deshero.

I had felt awkward right after our reunion at the Nobility Council, but after touring Count Sereniye’s gallery together today, I felt twice as awkward.

The blade of guilt that pricked my conscience had become even sharper.

‘Plus, he saw me wielding a sword too.’

When I was burning Duke Medeis’s hair, I did use my right hand out of consideration for Deshero, but it was still uncomfortable.

‘What should I answer if he asks why a maid is wielding a sword?’

Should I say I’m a hidden weapon of the Weatherwax Family? Or just that it’s a hobby for physical training?

I didn’t have the courage to approach closely, so I stopped at a distance and asked.

“Why are you standing there so dazed?”

“It’s nothing serious.”

Since he said that, I was about to ignore it and go my way.

Feeling bad about passing by so coldly, I glanced at him and saw a red drop of blood at the tip of his index finger.

No, even so, I’m not heartless enough to ignore an injury and just leave.

“Did you get pricked by a thorn?”

“Yes. It was dark…”

How unusual for him to make excuses.

‘Well, it really isn’t anything serious though.’

But if you’re unlucky, even a small spark can spread into a big fire.

Sigh, it can’t be helped. Is it time to use the 【Portable Emergency Treatment Set for Hard-Working Maids】?

Originally, an emergency treatment set is essential for travel.

It was fortunate that I had purchased it in advance during the general store’s sale period for this day. (I bought it two days before departure.)

The problem was that it was in my room.

“Follow me.”

“Pardon?”

“I said follow me.”

Deshero followed behind me with a puzzled expression, but faithfully nonetheless. Until we entered the main building, climbed the second-floor stairs, and I opened the bedroom door.

Standing tall in front of the wide-open door, Deshero asked with slightly complicated eyes.

“Miss Daisy, what intention do you have in trying to bring me into your room?”

“I have a great intention. I’m going to treat your finger.”

“It’s not a wound serious enough to require treatment.”

“Still, come in. I’ll apply medicine and send you right out. I don’t have any ulterior motives.”

Just come in nicely.

If not now, I feel like I’ll never get to use the 【Portable Emergency Treatment Set for Hard-Working Maids】 in my lifetime.

Perhaps my warning sent through my gaze worked, as Deshero slipped inside.

I opened the tin box with an excited feeling. I could see the shiny new bruise ointment and new disposable adhesive bandages.

“Give me your hand.”

A large, rough hand came into view. The torn flesh under his fingernails—it still hasn’t healed.

I was grabbing his wrist to hold his finger steady for disinfection when.

“…I have one question.”

The extended hand was caught just like that.

“Are you really Daisy Pager?”

And very firmly at that.

At that moment, I forgot to breathe and could only stare blankly down at Deshero’s rough palm.

Because I was afraid to meet his eyes.

‘So suddenly like this?’

Like this, asking such a thing so incoherently?

Just before my breathing became rough from my quickening heartbeat, I quickly came to my senses and raised my head.

I mustn’t show a flustered appearance at a time like this.

I answered while making the most displeased expression I could manage.

“I am a maid.”

“I can see that. What I mean is… I’m asking whether Berti Lusan is your real name, or if Daisy Pager is your real name.”

…Berti Lusan? How does this bastard know my friend’s name?

…

Ah.

“His Grace Duke Jenail has been responsible for the security of the Southern Imperial Archipelago for the past 4 years. Survivors rarely appear from the archipelago after the war, and protecting and monitoring these survivors is also His Grace’s duty.”

Right, so that’s how I was caught.

‘Some of the townspeople know about Berti’s death. So they investigated from there.’

I swallowed a sigh of relief. My identity hadn’t been discovered.

Either way, it would be difficult to feign ignorance. I needed to figure out the intention behind the question first.

“I don’t understand why you’re asking such a thing. If Berti Lusan is my real name, would some problem arise?”

“It would. Since she’s already a dead person.”

“Did you see the corpse?”

Along with my answer, Berti’s face buried in the dirt came to mind.

Then next, Andert came to mind. The long scar that ran from his right forehead down below his chin.

The vivid wound that proved he was alive.

Somehow I felt a surge of emotion, but I skillfully suppressed it and continued.

“Did you see Berti Lusan’s corpse? What if she didn’t die? What if she was thought to be dead but survived intact and is living well?”

“Thought to be dead but actually alive. You seem to think that’s possible.”

Deshero, who had been gazing at me with clear eyes, slowly closed and opened both eyelids. He was hesitating.

I didn’t know what he was hesitating about, but after a short, heavy silence, his hesitation reached its end.

“Is that your story? Andert.”

My heart dropped to the ground.

“…What are you talking about?”

As soon as I asked back, he flipped my hand over.

When my hand was flipped, my arm was flipped along with it, and Deshero grabbed my sleeve and pulled it up without hesitation.

And it was revealed.

The traces of the oath engraved side by side.

“Do you remember that I acquired a photograph from Count Sereniye today? In that photograph stood three men. Myself, His Grace Duke Raphael Jenail, and lastly Andert Pager.”

I recalled the three figures who had been undressing.

“Andert’s forearm in the photograph also had such an oath engraved on it. In the same position as your oath, at the same angle, and the same size.”

…Oh no.

‘Damn it.’

No, no. It’s not damn yet.

‘This is forced. My arm from 5 years ago only had two oath marks. It can’t be the same as now when it’s increased to three.’

But even so, I couldn’t point out the number of marks.

It could be Deshero’s lie.

The actual photo might not have shown the oath marks. Then pointing out the different number would also be problematic.

Deshero already knew that two marks were engraved on my body even 5 years ago.

Therefore, mentioning the photo was likely bait.

“It must be a coincidence. Too weak to use as evidence.”

I thought it was the safest response.

Until Deshero’s lips, which had been pressed in a straight line, opened as if he had been waiting.

“Miss Daisy, I’ve worked with the continent’s renowned inspectors for nearly 10 years. Though my talent with the sword doesn’t compare to theirs, I do have enough skill to preserve my own life. You tried to deceive me by holding the sword with your right hand.”

“What’s your evidence?”

“Simple. If you were right-handed, the earring imbued with the demon sword would also be worn on your right ear. Using the opposite ear wouldn’t be efficient. Also, you mainly used your left hand in daily life. When drinking tea, giving directions, picking up objects, everything. You even stood with your left leg when resting on one foot, so that says it all.”

He looked down at my right hand that he was gripping tightly and continued.

“But only when shaking hands did you use your right hand. Like when we met at the airport. In a society where most people are right-handed, this is a habit mainly shown by left-handed people who are considerate by nature.”

I couldn’t speak for a moment.

Because Deshero’s appearance as he moved his tongue non-stop seemed so, so perverted.

‘When the hell did he observe all of that.’

I already knew he was a sharp man. But even so, isn’t this too much?

“…So. The same location of oath marks, plus being a left-handed swordsman. Are you saying these two things alone make my identity suspicious?”

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