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

The first day I returned to the Weatherwoods without Rue, I got scolded by the head maid.

“What dangerous thing did you get involved in? I told you to take a good rest, relax and come back after delivering the letter. You even got hurt this time!”

“That’s not what matters right now. Mr. Rue betrayed us. From now on, the Head Maid will have to cook.”

“…That sounds like a serious matter. Please explain in detail.” 

In detail, huh? Where should I start and how should I explain? 

I couldn’t reveal my past, so I had to combine the facts and create a plausible lie. 

“Well, it turns out that the Duke of Berkeley Gratten had his eyes on our family’s egg master. Mr. Rue ran because he was scared of the Duke.”

“What? Please tell me more.” 

More details are a bit.. 

I played it a little easy with Malcolm’s advice. 

Even though I wasn’t sure what exactly I was saying, the maid’s complexion darkened as if she understood.

“It seems like Weatherwoods will be in danger.” 

“That’s right.”

 “…Well, as you may have heard in Westwinterre, the Weatherwoods mansion is being run with the help of Mr. Malcolm, a close friend of the former Master.”

“I know.”

“Sometime ago, after finding out the true identity of the egg, I asked Sir Malcolm about whatever truth I didn’t know about the Weatherwoods. He replied that the egg was not the heir but rather a memento of the previous owner, disguised to protect it from external threats. The master’s will to have it succeed him was a lie in itself.”

So, that’s what happened. 

“I don’t know the clear reason why I have to protect this strange egg, but… since that was the true mission given to me, I decided to accept it without complaints. Please take good care of it as well, Miss Daisy.” 

I nodded with a thumbs up.

“Of course.”

Late summer night at the Weatherwoods.

When I lay alone on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, memories of the time I spent with Rue on Queen Island came to my mind like mist. 

Upon careful comparison, the Rue from 14 years ago and Rue now were different in many ways, yet they were still the same.

‘At that time, he was like a princess who wouldn’t lift a finger to do anything, but now he not only cooks but also goes out to gather ingredients…’ 

However, his cold smile was still the same. And his audacity remained. Plus the fact that he was an extraordinary magician. 

‘Was he softer and more playful when we first met? He still has a mischievous side, but now she seems sensitive and prickly.’

 Could he be going through a second adolescence phase right now? It seems plausible to experience adolescence twice when you’re around 179 years old.

‘I want to scold you as soon as I see you…’ 

Thinking of him made the dawn pass a little faster. 

Then I suddenly became curious. 

Did Rue really try to bury me in the cliff when I died? 

The second day back at the Weatherwoods without Rue, I illegally occupied Rue’s mansion. 

After a simple lunch, during the given break time, the first person to greet me when I silently infiltrated the mansion was… 

“Hehe. Welcome, please have a seat and wait. I’ll bring you some tea.” 

A bandit dressed in a maid’s attire… No, he was a member of the Berithlet. 

I was traumatized at the sight.

A beard that covered the entire chin.

 A cute ribbon tied in the middle of the beard. 

Muscles bulging in the shoulders and legs. 

The maid’s attire was puffed up as if it would burst!

I was about to fall in shock, but I came to my senses with great difficulty thanks to the assassin-butler who appeared belatedly. 

“What on earth did you do to him?”

 The assassin-butler retorted with an indifferent expression. 

“I promoted him to a maid as you demanded.” 

“Maids don’t laugh like that.” 

“Is that your problem? I know too. But I didn’t teach him. More importantly, I got information from Berithlet.”

The information was undoubtedly gained from the bandit maid. 

“Well, let’s talk about that later. I have to leave Midwinterre again. I’m very busy because I have to bring back your master who ran away.” 

“Is that so? That sounds important. Understood.”

“Did you take care of your business with Jean?”

“That woman doesn’t know anything. She was also a complete failure as a butler. She has a lot to learn.” 

I nodded my head and made eye contact with the assassin butler, who had an extremely serious expression. 

“And this time, I acquired some secret information about the master which you won’t know.” 

Why is that? For some reason, I wasn’t really looking forward to it.

 I asked with a grumbling voice. 

“What is it?”

 “The master is… a swordsman.” 

Was that so? 

“And a very excellent one at that. It’s very rare for an outstanding magician to also be a good swordsman. I think the master is much more formidable than we expected.”

I guess so.

Because he was the Calepa of Rouge.

I completely ignored the Assassin-butler’s demand to settle the debt since he’d brought useful information.

‘He doesn’t know anything about Rue even though they live in the same house.’ 

In other words, Rue was very good at hiding things. 

The third day back in Weatherwoods without Rue. 

After much deliberation over the past two days, I came up with a new plan. 

“I need to bring back Mr. Rue, Head Maid.”

The head maid and Jean, who were sipping on diluted potato soup, turned their gaze towards me. 

“Bring him back? Do you know where he went?” 

“Yeah. He went to the Northern Continental Union. So, I need some travel funds.” 

The head maid’s expression quickly turned cold at the mention of funds. 

“Do we really need to bring someone who left on their own? We can find a new chef. It might cost a bit more, but…” 

“No, we can’t. We can manage with food somehow, but no matter how much money we throw around, we can never find a magician on Mr. Rue’s level. Without him, it will be difficult to protect the Weatherwoods family.”

“We have you.”

Are you suggesting that you’d entrust the mansion’s security to a maid? You psycho head maid!

 “Head Maid, this might be the first time you’re hearing this, but Mr. Rue even managed to uncover the assassins who were monitoring Weatherwoods. I’m not as sensitive to these things as he is.” 

The head maid wiped her mouth with a slightly surprised expression. 

“Did such a thing happen?” 

“You should know best how amazing Mr. Rue is, Jean, as the heir to the Berkeley-Gratten family and a talented swordsman, right, Jean?” 

Jean was taken aback by suddenly being dragged in the conversation but calmly nodded. 

“If it’s true that the Duke is targeting the Weatherwoods family… Senior’s words are correct. We definitely need Mr. Rue’s skills.”

“Wait. Why does everyone think we’re going to have a physical war with the Berkeley-Grattens?”

“Because he actually keeps sending people.”

Sighing heavily, the head maid rubbed her temples and waved her hand.

 “…This needs a little more consideration. Let’s finish our meal first. We have a lot to do in the afternoon.” 

In the evening, after all the work for the day was done, Jean came to my bedroom. 

“Senior.”

 I glanced at her, satisfied with how much more like a butler she had become, and checked the situation of her training. 

“What about the homework I gave you?” 

Fall asleep at night without thinking for a week. Don’t even read a magazine.

Jean’s expression was somewhat strong, as if she hadn’t missed a single day. 

“I have been performing well. However, I have something to ask of you, senior, so I came here at this late hour despite knowing it is impolite.”

 “What is it?”

 “Please take me to the Northern Continental Union with you.” 

No way, if I take you there, the head maid will flip out. 

…were the words I should’ve refused her with.

However, my lips were moving in a completely different direction. “Why?”

Jean replied, a little hesitant, unlike usual.

“I’ve heard that the Northern Continental Union has many swordsmen who use a completely different style of swordsmanship than the Empire. I want to follow in your footsteps and broaden my horizons.” 

Was it because of that damn sword again? 

I recalled Jean’s face from the dream I’d had, as she invaded even my inner world. 

[Please teach me so that I don’t hurt those I trust. Teach me so that I can win like you, senior, until the end.] 

Damn leech. 

She was completely blocked off whatever the world thought and only focused on her goals, the complete opposite of Andert. 

Andert is also stubborn. I don’t know how the two of them managed to live in the same family. 

[Please teach me so that I don’t hurt those I trust. Teach me so that I can win like you, senior, until the end.]

Knock it off.

[Please teach me so that I don’t hurt those I trust. Teach me so that I can win like you, senior… until the end.] 

I said stop… 

[Please teach me so that I don’t hurt those I trust… until the end.] 

Damn it. Fine, I get it! I’ll just teach you then!

“Alright. That’s not a big deal.”

 With a puzzled look in her uncertain eyes, Jean asked cautiously, 

“Are you really granting permission?” 

“Why? Are you surprised that I’m so cool?”

 “Yes.” 

“I’m surprised, too.”

I never expected myself to bother with such trivial problems.

But I didn’t really know what she meant exactly by teaching. 

I’ve ended up with another worrisome thing. 

If I show Jean around the continent as she wishes, she’ll probably be able to get what she wants. 

On the fourth day back at the Weatherwoods without Rue.

I declared war on the head maid by saying that I would take Jean with me to the continent. “No, you can’t.” 

Of course, I was immediately rejected.

Sorry guys, but I’m currently going through stuff irl and translating this novel is my break lolol thank you for the concerns though, I’ll def take a break when I feel like it. For now, enjoy the chapters!