The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93

“Then why did you reveal the truth to me?”

“Because I don’t know.”

You don’t know what I’m talking about?

I don’t know either.

But that’s how human affairs always were.

This seems right, and it probably would be fine, but when it comes to actually acting on it, I don’t feel like doing it.

My admission of being Andert in front of Deshero was also somewhat an impulsive decision.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to say it was an emotional decision.

If I hadn’t visited Count Sereniye’s gallery… I would have tried to somehow destroy and dismiss Deshero’s deduction.

This is why they say you never know what the future holds.

“Then and now, I have no idea what you’re thinking. In my entire life, you’re the only person I’ve met who’s so utterly incomprehensible.”

“Really? Lu seemed to see right through my mind as if he’d been inside my head.”

“Lu?”

Ahem. Without realizing it, that name slipped out…

“Anyway. You can keep your promise, right? That I’m now just a poor maid whose only possession is the clothes on her back. Please go easy on me.”

Deshero, who let out what must have been his umpteenth sigh, asked back in a somewhat awkward tone.

“…But is it really okay to introduce you as Andert’s sister?”

“Andert’s mother is a bit problematic. We lost our parents when we were young, after all.”

“That’s not what I mean. Honestly, I doubt Raphael would fall for an excuse like ‘sister.’ But even if he did, it could be problematic for you.”

Problematic? What problem could there be if he falls for it easily?

“Guilt by association?”

Wait. Am I going to die?

Fortunately, Deshero didn’t even snort.

I guess not. He didn’t even pretend to listen and hesitated before carefully asking a question.

“Do you happen to be seeing someone with marriage in mind?”

It seemed like an odd question, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t answer.

“No.”

“What about a lover?”

For some reason, Lu’s face flashed through my mind.

I quickly shook my head to erase it.

“No.”

“Someone you have feelings for?”

For a reason I really, really don’t understand at all, Lu’s face flashed through my mind.

No, actually, I think I somewhat know why… Damn it.

Feeling somewhat irritated, I ground my teeth and denied it.

“Absolutely not.”

But looking back, this topic feels somewhat familiar.

Marriage. Marriage… Where did I hear about this…

“Did he say he had a sister? What a pity. If she were alive, she could have had a war hero as her husband.”

“He’s talking about me.”

Ah.

No way.

At the edge of my anxiety, Deshero drove in the final nail.

“The only reason His Grace the Duke postpones marriage is purely because there’s no one he can trust. And he feels tremendous responsibility for your death. If you became known as Andert’s sister, you might receive a marriage proposal.”

That iron nail made me lose my words.

‘That guy might really do that.’

Raphael wasn’t the type to say meaningless things. He always put sincerity into even his casually thrown words.

“I’m… a commoner.”

“And Sir Andert Pager received a title from His Imperial Majesty. He’s no longer Sir Pager but Count Bladief.”

“Count Bladi-what?”

“Count Bladief. His Grace the Duke could have you recognized as a relative of the fallen hero, and from that day, Daisy Pager would inherit the title and become Countess Daisy Bladief. You’d become a noble.”

“Right, I remember. They said I received a title after my death.”

Deshero already sounded convinced.

But I found it difficult to fully understand his argument.

It definitely wasn’t that I doubted Raphael’s sincerity. It’s just.

“Marriage isn’t the only way to take responsibility.”

“I think so too.”

“Then why would he go that far?”

“Because you’re a trace of Andert.”

“What’s so important about being a trace?”

“You’re his sibling and can share memories with him, can’t you? After you left like that, Andert, His Grace suffered from severe insomnia. For the past three years, he frantically searched only for traces of you. But he failed in the end, and was just starting to slowly regain his stability…”

And now I’ve returned.

Deshero let out his five thousandth sigh.

“I’m sorry. I had no intention of blaming you. But it’s no exaggeration to say that your death completely changed his life. Even so, if you plan to keep hiding your identity, I’d like to request that you please reconsider.”

Reconsider?

It was a fairly polite request, but I don’t know why it irritated me.

“Deshero.”

“Yes?”

“I only have ten years left to live.”

His eyes widened.

In some ways, they seemed even wider than when he was threatened with having his throat cut by my sword.

That meant he was that shocked, and that much…

“Why only ten years…”

“What were you just thinking? That it’s pitiful? Or that you feel sorry?”

“…”

“I don’t want to make you all feel that kind of guilt or debt-like emotions. I volunteered to infiltrate Mephistos Castle on my own initiative in the first place…”

“Then are you okay with this?”

Deshero retorted with a face that was slightly, no, openly irritated, just like mine.

“Andert, you’re a hero. You deserve to be treated well for life. You deserve to be revered for life. You’re not someone who should live as a maid and be looked down upon by those damn noble bastards!”

I think I heard similar words in the gallery.

Had he always carried such thoughts even after I perished together with Mephistopheles?

“Why can’t we feel sorry for you? Why shouldn’t we pity you? It’s a natural emotion. Just leave it be. Let it flow, and just let us…”

It had been a long time since I’d seen Deshero this angry.

…He’s not going to punch me just because he’s angry, is he? I’m still a maid, after all.

“Let us, with us, no, to us… just come back to us.”

A gloomy silence fell.

In the time filled only with two people’s breathing, I suddenly remembered the moments of rolling around with him on the battlefield.

We fought so much.

Unable to contain our emotional outbursts, we’d swing our fists like children and roll on the ground.

Even then, if our opinions couldn’t be reconciled, we’d ignore each other for days on end, and like children, we’d pick fights over trivial matters.

Compared to those days, these are such peaceful times.

Is there really a need to fight?

“Sorry.”

So I apologized first.

‘Now that I think about it, I might have been too heartless.’

Deshero, who had been breathing somewhat roughly as if he’d lost first place to the eternal second-place holder, slowly collected his emotions.

And with a very tired face, he dry-washed his face.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I know it couldn’t have been easy for you to reveal such a secret either. …Is your health okay?”

“I’m strong. I could subdue that horse-dung marquis with one hand.”

“Then the reason you have a limited lifespan must be due to problems on the other side.”

“Stop probing. Huh?”

“I apologize, it’s a habit. …For now, I’ll move according to your request. It wouldn’t be a good picture for me to overstep my bounds either. Ah! By any chance, does the Weatherwax Baroness also know your identity?”

She knows. The Weatherwax Baroness is also me.

But unlike Jin who works in the same estate, this is information that’s hard to easily reveal to Deshero, who is Raphael’s closest aide.

I need to somehow deflect this vaguely.

“Roughly… she knows, and in exchange for feeding and housing me… whenever the Baroness is busy, I transform and take her place….”

“You don’t need to make excuses. I received word from Duke Berkley Greytown that the Weatherwax Baroness seemed to have pinned down Miss Jin without even drawing her sword. Who else but you could do that?”

“The Weatherwax Baroness is also an excellent swordsman, no less than me….”

“Then would it be alright if I personally meet the Weatherwax Baroness at the Jenail Ducal Residence and have a conversation with her?”

“….”

“….”

“….”

“I’ll take that as acknowledgment.”

What a merciless, cold-hearted bastard.

“Now that I’m saying it, I realize… we’ll be meeting at the Jenail Ducal Residence soon. How troublesome.”

Haaaaah. Deshero’s five hundred millionth sigh burst forth.

“It’s going to be a night with much to think about….”

I’m sorry again for being like this.

Deshero turned his back with a face lost in deep thought.

“Since the night is late, I should return for now. Someday there will be an opportunity for us to have a more detailed conversation. …Ah, I almost forgot to say this.”

Standing at the door and turning only his head slightly, Deshero gave a faint smile.

“Congratulations on being elevated to Count.”

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