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

Has he ever been hit in the back of his head by a maid?

His criticism was more biting than necessary.

I looked at Viscount Quan, who was clearly expressing his displeasure and thought to myself.

‘Should I retaliate?’

Then, I caught a glimpse of Count Serenier’s face.

He was looking at me with an expression that was impossible to decipher.

If I were to confront Viscount Quan, would I put that man in a difficult position?

‘He’s a Calepa, so that’s unlikely to be true.’

However, it would be different for Yeager.

Yeager, despite being discriminated against within the family as the second son, sincerely loved his family and worked hard to support the business.

If he hadn’t been there, I would have had to put in tremendous effort just to make it to the Northern Continent.

So, it was right not to cause any major trouble for Yager’s sake. At least not in this situation.

‘I’ll retaliate when the sun sets.’

Well done, Daisy. Your patience has grown even stronger.

As I was contently holding myself back, Jean approached me with a stiff face and whispered, pulling my shoulder gently.

“Senior. If you don’t mind, let me…”

“No, don’t step forward.”

I’ll take care of him at night.

Andert stood with his arms crossed, observing the situation with an expressionless face, while Desherro focused his cold gaze on Viscount Quan.

And in between them stood Yeager.

“You speak a little too much, Viscount Quan.”

Wasn’t he stepping forward to protect me?

Ah, wasn’t this a bit touching?

Yeager had seemed to designate himself as my guardian for our stay in Astrosa.

With a cold demeanor, he added to Viscount Quan.

“Although you may not know, the lady this young lady serves… “

“Yager Panula, was it? You’ve been quite brazen since earlier.”

Oh, but his heart-touching blow was stopped in the middle.

On the other side, Viscount Quan’s sidekick, Marquis Medeis, came forward. Watching Marquis Medeis back up the Viscount with his wrinkled chin was an ugly experience.

“In Astrosa, you must follow the way Astrozans do. We do not introduce hired help.”

“Miss Daisy is not just hired help…”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. You’re young, mistakes can happen. Correcting such mistakes is the duty of someone like me, an elder. Don’t lower your dignity with foolish actions.”

Perhaps because of the mention of the Zenails and Berkeley-Grattens, Marquis Medeis’ attitude towards Yeager became even more toxic.

Then, with a smug expression as if he was about to give Yeager a lesson, he continued speaking.

“Tsk. A mere maid like you has caused Count Serenier discomfort as a host. Listen well, maid. Pay attention to the words of Marquis Medeis.”

Snap!

A sharp cracking sound fell at my feet.

Almost simultaneously, the old man shifted his gaze towards me and unfolded the horse whip he had been holding at his waist.

“You have 10 minutes starting now.”

Using the handle of the black leather horse-whip, he lifted my chin.

“Go to the castle immediately and prepare whiskey for 10 people in separate glasses. No, 10 servings are too few. Bring 20 servings.”

“…..”

“If you’re even a second late or spill a single drop, you’ll face twenty lashes.”

Crack.

The whip struck the floor once more. It was a real threat.

“Hmm.”

This was ridiculous. It was almost hysterically absurd.

“Listen up, Marquis! What kind of nonsensical demand is that? Miss Daisy is not here as a servant, she’s here as my companion!”

Yeager, who was on the verge of exploding in anger, stood in front of me, along with Andert and Jean who I did not notice approaching.

Viscount Quan scolded the two with all his might.

“Damned Imperials, all of you lack manners. How dare you raise your voices in front of Marquis Medeis!”

“It’s you who lacks manners, Viscount Quan. I wonder how this situation looks like in front of Count Serenier, the actual master of this estate!”

“…Ah, yes.”

As if realizing it belatedly, Maquis Medeis nodded briefly.

“I made a mistake. The education of a maid should be entrusted to her master.”

He walked away steadily and extended the whip he was holding towards Count Serenier.

“Well then. How about you try wielding this whip, Count Serenier? The feeling is exquisite when it coils around your hand. Perfect for educating disobedient employees. If you like it, I’ll get you a new one.”

Count Serenier’s head slowly lowered.

The hazy golden eyes glanced at the old man’s mustache that stood at the height of his chest, then shifted below to the whip placed there.

His expression was unreadable.

The slightly raised corners of his mouth seemed both mocking and joyful.

One thing was certain, regardless of his expression.

Everyone in this place was waiting for his reaction.

“It’s art.”

Was the slow, flowing voice stimulating Marquis Medeis’ violence?

With an even more excited expression, the old man urged Count Serenier.

“Yes, it’s an artistic sensation! So, let’s test it right away. You there, stable boys! Come here and make this maid kneel!”

Count Serenier accepted the whip.

Then, Count Medeis’ voice grew louder.

“When you first train them, it’s best to keep them restrained. The young ones tend to run away fearlessly. If you catch them and train them well like this, later on-”

whoosh.

Something flew. Something long like a snake and swift like lightning.

And the realization that that something was a horsewhip didn’t come until Marquis Medeis was sitting on the ground, hollering around in pain.

“Count!”

“Marquis Medeis!”

It was because the sight of Count Serenye wielding the whip was just exhilarating.

‘He really knows how to wield it well.’

It was enough to make one gasp in admiration.

“Stop, Count Serenier! What is this…!”

Pushing aside the bewildered Viscount Quan, several young noble youths rushed forward to restrain Count Serenier.

However, Count Serenier stopped precisely after three swings of the whip.

And the brief comment he left behind was:

“Not bad.”

His tone was as light as usual.

An act of violence. 

Yet, a peaceful attitude as if there were no issues at all.

Was it because of the weird sense of alienation? It had become quiet all of a sudden.

To be honest, I was a little surprised too.

Of course, I knew that Count Serenier would put a stop to Marquis Medeis’ perverted behavior. He was Rue, afterall.

‘But to think he would go so far as to strike him to the ground, and even restraining him wasn’t enough.’

What was this strange feeling?

Why did I feel a little excited?

While my body felt a bit feverish, Count Serenier unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his tie, then extended the whip towards me.

“Would you like to try using it as well, Miss Daisy?”

“…Is that okay?”

“Of course. This Count will allow it. Feel free to wield it as you please.”

I couldn’t find any traces of a sinister intention on his smiling face.

He meant it. So I smiled back at him, feeling refreshed.

“Thank you. But I don’t need the whip.”

“Then?”

Instead of answering, I pushed aside Andert and Jean, who were standing in front of me, and with my right hand I grabbed the earring on my left ear and pulled it off.

Shiing.

A chilling sensation accompanied the emergence of a white sword.

Sorry, Count Serenier, but I prefer a sword over a whip.

Because I am a swordsman.

“Don’t worry, old man. I respect the elderly, so I’ll finish you off in one stroke.”

With a final farewell, I drew the sword across Marquis Medeis’ head.

“Ugh!”

With a gasp, a hot surge of energy, like a rushing river, enveloped and disappeared right above the Marquis’ head.

“Haah.”

As Marquis Medeis’ intact head was revealed, sighs of relief erupted from all around.

Did they think I would be beheading the old man?

The fallen Maquis Medeis also let out a scream.

“Uh, aah! It’s hot! My, my head is burning! Water, bring water! Water!”

“Hey, servant girl! Go and fetch water! Hurry!”

As if I’ll gladly bring it if you command me, you imbecile.

Instead of fetching water, I brushed away the steam rising from the surface of the sword blade and replied.

“It will be a bit hot, sir. I burned your hair all the way down to the roots with my sword. Live your bald life exploring a way to engage in nonviolent conversations.”

Andert, standing behind me, muttered with a sneer.

“A certain sword-demon seems to only use terrible swordsmanship.”

Terrible? Well, it was better than killing, wasn’t it?

However, Marquis Medeis seemed to have taken my consideration of his life the wrong way.

Instead of expressing gratitude for sparing his life, he opened his eyes wide and shouted madly.

“Viscount Quan! Bring that crazy woman in front of me right now! Immediately!”

Viscount Quan looked at me in surprise.

Thud, as I tapped the ground with the tip of my sword, the cold sweat on the man’s forehead trickled down his temples.

“What are you waiting for, Viscount Quan! Drag her here! Anyone, anyone, bring that woman in front of me! Hurry!”

It was obvious, but no one could drag me anywhere.

Daisy Fager slays (literally)