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

<Episode 69>

When she found Daisy covered in blood, Lenya thought something had gone wrong.

“Uh, uh.” 

She finally snapped out of it after fluttering her feet back and climbing the stairs with a determined stride. 

She rushed ahead and tidied up Daisy’s bedroom. It was so that they could have Daisy lie down. However, instead of that, Rue took Daisy to his own bedroom. Reyna hurriedly followed behind Rue and examined Daisy’s wounds on the bed.

“This isn’t good.”

 It wasn’t just not good, it was really not good.

Her chest was dyed red as if she’d vomited blood.

Both of Daisy’s shoulders were tightly bound with cloth, but the bleeding wasn’t properly stopped, and it was seeping through the bedding. Her complexion was alarmingly pale, her breathing irregular, and her body temperature was very low.

‘How did she get these wounds? Is it because of the knights of the swordmaster?’

Rue seemed busy tearing up visible bedding in front of him to make makeshift bandages. It was surprising that Calepa was skilled in such detailed matters, but there was a more urgent matter at hand. 

“Ca-Caelpa!.” 

Lenya, who had brought clean water, gathered her courage and spoke up.

“C-Calepa, how did Daisy get h-hurt?”

There was no response from Rue. it was as if he’d completely forgotten about Lenya’s existence.

He seemed focused solely on treating Daisy’s wounds.

Rue’s expression was stiff, and Lenya couldn’t help but be a bit scared by it.

However, Leyna didn’t give up and asked again. 

“Please forgive my rudeness. B-but Daisy went out at my request… and, I might be able to help better if I know the cause…” 

After a while, Rue responded with a smile that was strangely unfamiliar yet ordinary enough to make the viewer feel strange.

“She was stabbed in both shoulders by a sharp sword.”

Lenya was so stunned that she almost stumbled.

The esteemed Calepa was speaking to her with such respect.

Her mind, soaked in deep embarrassment, snapped back to reality as Rue menacingly removed the blood-soaked cloth. 

“A s-sword? That can’t be possible…” 

She had prepared clean bandages to clean and stop the bleeding, but the blood didn’t cease. 

‘What’s this? There are signs of it being treated and then the wound reopening. What could have happened?’ 

Regardless of how it had happened, a blood transfusion seemed urgent now. 

“Miss Lenya.” 

“Y-yes? Y-yes? Did you call me, Calepa?” 

“Needle and thread.” 

Needle and thread? For a moment, Lenya blinked her eyes in confusion. Then she hurriedly brought her sewing box and antiseptic from her room.

Rue skillfully sterilized the needle. It also looked like he put some magic on the thread – considering the situation, it was probably healing magic.

While he sutured both of Daisy’s shoulders, Lena wiped away the hardened blood, dust, dirt and cold sweat from all over Daisy’s body.

After Rue finished the stitching, she brought a toolbox from the warehouse. 

Sitting next to the bed, she opened the box of magic tools and Rue slowly looked at Lenya with an expressionless face. 

For some reason, Lenya’s spine shivered, and her lips moved involuntarily. 

“T-This is a blood transfusion diagnostic tool. It can diagnose the patient’s blood type and magical affinity.” 

Blood transfusion was only possible between people with the same blood type and magical affinity. As she withdrew the needle and examined Daisy’s blood, Lenya prayed that her own blood type and magical affinity would match with hers.

And the result was…

 Beep. Beep. 

“Wrong match. The characteristics are completely different.”

 Lenya fell in despair but desperately racked her brain.

 Should she forcibly wake up her master and ask for him to be examined? Or should she ask the neighbors, even if it meant grasping at straws? It was already quite late in the morning, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to ask for help.

As Lenya made up her mind and tried to stand up with the blood transfusion diagnostic tool in hand, something happened. 

The bed trembled slightly. 

“Huh?”

Rue had climbed onto the bed and taken a seat next to Daisy, leaning his back against the headboard. Then, without hesitation, he pulled out the diagnostic needle and pricked his own palm. 

“Calepa!”

Startled, Lenya unintentionally let out a loud exclamation. 

Who would dare demand blood from Calepa? 

Amidst her confusion, the results of the examination came out.

Beep. Beep.

It was an exact match.

“Oh my goodness. Both the blood type and magical affinity are identical! We’re really lucky!” 

Rue stared at the examination results in silence. 

Then, as if finding it somewhat absurd, he let out a small chuckle. 

“It’s quite a resilient fate.” 

He reached out his arm towards Lenya. 

“I’ll entrust the blood transfusion to you, Miss Lenya.” 

Thanks to that, Lenya had to courageously insert the needle into the Calepa’s body with trembling hands. 

Her heart felt like it was pounding so hard it might burst, but somehow she managed to succeed. 

‘Phew.’

They were finally over the major hurdle. 

Lenya wiped the cold sweat off her forehead and stole a glance at Daisy and Rue’s faces. 

Rue was silently gazing at Daisy, his face filled with deep concern. 

In that moment, Rue looked like an ordinary man worrying about a friend, rather than the great figure that the Calepa was. 

At least that’s how he seemed next to Daisy. 

‘He’s very different from what I’ve heard in stories.’

Blue hair and golden eyes.

Lenya had one long-standing lesson that she’d learned from Malcolm.

“If you encounter someone with blue hair and golden eyes among your Calepas, treat them with the utmost respect. Don’t lie, don’t engage in direct conversation, and avoid making eye contact. Just let them be where they are. Don’t try to do anything.” 

Only then can you survive. 

That’s who the Blue-haired Calepa was. 

‘After hearing those stories… I thought that the Calepa was a monster who casually killed people.’

But the blue-haired Calepa she’d encountered was completely different from her imagination.

For one, Calepa ‘Rue’ smiled warmly. 

Sometimes he was playful, occasionally mischievous, and sometimes affectionate. He didn’t seem to hesitate with small displays of touch, and he had a habit of quietly making eye contact during conversations. 

At least when it came to Daisy. 

Lenya suddenly became curious.

‘What is the relationship between Daisy and Calepa?’

She wasn’t deaf, so she knew how remarkable the position of the Calepa was.

However, Daisy treated Rue without reservations, and yet seemed to have almost no connection to Rogue.

Are they family?’

Or friends? 

Or perhaps lovers? 

If it’s neither of those… 

“Miss Lenya.” 

Lenya raised her head with a startled expression, as if her thoughts had been caught.

“…Yes? Yes, yes!”

“Can you bring priest Malcolm here?”

Lenya responded by hastily rushing out of the bedroom. 

She ran straight to the bedroom on the opposite side of the corridor and quickly shook Malcolm, who was lying down, to wake him up, disregarding whether her master was resting or not. 

“What’s the matter, Lenya? Is there a fire or something?” 

“C-Calepa…t-told me to bring Priest Malcolm…!”

 “…Priest Malcolm? Did he say priest Malcolm? Not just Malcolm?”

 “Yes, yes.” 

Malcolm, still groggy, neatly combed his disheveled hair and took out a white robe and a green sash from deep inside the wardrobe, putting them on.

Rogue’s priestly uniform.

‘It’s the first time I’ve seen the master actually wear that.’

Lenya briefly relayed the situation to Malcolm as they left the bedroom.

 Then, as soon as they arrived in front of Rue’s room, he stood still with a pious attitude. 

“I am Malcolm, the priest. Did you summon me, Calepa?”

No answer was heard.

Exactly five seconds later, Malcolm opened the door and stepped into the room. Approaching the front of the bed, he shouted, kneeling neatly in front of Rue.

“Calepa, Calepa, Calepa.” 

After a long greeting that seemed like a prayer, Rue asked as if he’d been waiting. 

“Malcolm, to what extent have you achieved unity of body and mind?” 

“Regrettably, the second stage was the final one I managed to reach.” 

“Very well. If you don’t mind, could you share your experience?” 

“Yes. After surpassing the first stage, my soul became stronger, and my ears became more sensitive. After surpassing the second stage, my body became strong, and my eyes opened. According to Rogue’s discernment, while surpassing these two stages, my lifespan increased by a total of 28 years.”

 Rogue was a group that pursued the state of divinity.

 All priests devoted their lives to training in order to surpass the barrier of unity of body and mind. 

Therefore, Rogue priests were divided into four ranks based on their level of unity.

Those who’d surpassed the first stage were called Senyots.

 Those who’d surpassed the second stage were called Yettes.

 Those who’d surpassed the third stage were called Huwis.

 And finally, those who’d reached the level of Demi-gods were called Calepas. 

In each generation, the number of Calepas remained between 3 to 4.

However, since reaching the stage of a demi-god was almost impossible, the position of Calepas had been mostly filled by the best Huwis.

And the Calepa in front of him…

According to Malcolm’s knowledge, he wasn’t a Huwi.

With a gentle nod, Rue’s voice fell upon Malcolm’s lowered head. 

“Yette Malcolm.. I suppose you have met several other Yettes and Huwis of Rogue?”

 “Yes.” 

“In that case, let me ask you one thing. Have you ever seen someone whose body broke as soon as they surpassed the second stage?”

Never thought taking care of an injured person could be so sexy but damn Rue

I’m curious as to what happened while Rue and Andert were just sitting there in the forest too thoughh