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

The day after that absurd incident.

The fact that Viscount Weatherwood’s identity was actually ‘A relic of Dian Cecht’ put me in quite an agonizing position as well.

‘It would have been better if it were a real egg.’

Viscount Weatherwood, whom the maid had been raising dearly…no, the egg, I didn’t expect it to be a relic.

‘If that’s the case, won’t it be difficult to steal or borrow it secretly?’

According to Rue’s magical interpretation, <Dian Cecht’s eyes>, one of his five relics, has a clear sense of purpose.

That is the patronage of the Weatherwoods.

To be honest, I don’t know exactly what kind of guardian this thing means. What are you protecting if you allow assassins to come inside so obediently?

But one benefit was evident.

‘The relics exist. It’s a great harvest for me just to find out.’

Hmm. won’t collecting five of those things give me hope to heal my broken soul?

‘But, isn’t it too…difficult?’ 

Didn’t Rue mention that Dian Cecht’s ‘eyes’ had various wide range attack magic planted in its core?

How can a dying person be cured with such an object? It doesn’t mean you’re gonna kill them and then make them reborn, does it?

‘I heard that genius wizards are generally crazy. Dian Cecht was a Demi-God, so it must have its own profound meaning.’

At least two artefacts must be collected. Only then did it seem possible to guess how Dian Cecht’’s relics would work and be used.

“Sigh.”

I stretched my knees and moved side by side.

When you spray the heads of flowerbeds with water in a row, peace envelops your body and mind. When I saw a small leaf moistening with water droplets, all mortal desires in the world faded from my mind and everything seemed to become light.

‘Yes, you might not be able to collect all of Dian Cecht’s relics in the end.’

Let’s just die if we can’t collect them in the end.

What can I achieve anyway by living long?

But when I die, the pot and theflower bed…

“Are you going to drown the the plant in water?”

A long shadow covered the leaves and me.

Tok Tok, I looked up at the touch of tapping on the top of my head, and for some reason, I saw Rue, without his usual apron, pressing deeply on the brown fedora he wore.

With the way he was wearing a dark jacket over his vest, he seemed to be going out.

“Too much moisture makes the leaves rot. If you understand, get up, change, and come out.”

“Why?”

“There is a place we need to drop by. I already told the head-maid, so go and be quick.”

The maid allowed us to skip work and fool around?

She won’t do that. It was obvious that she was trying to make me do more troublesome errands than usual.

‘Then I’ll pretend to be running errands more often.’

When I changed into the precious, one and only outside clothing I owned, Rue handed me a long brim hat for women from his side.

What is this for? Are we really not running errands, but going out?

“Is this the maid’s?”

“No. It is a woman’s hat, the only one in this mansion.”

It belongs to the late Viscountess..

It must be quite an old item, but perhaps it’d been managed well – the ends were not faded, and it was usable in many ways.

I put on the hat awkwardly. All the hats I’ve worn so far are military caps, uniform hats, and straw hats.

“Even though the hole is really small, the head goes right in.”’

Most women have small heads. It was an astonishing fact that I noticed a month and a half after waking up.

I walked one step behind Rue.

He was headed to the square opposite the market, which was a similar high street but lined with quieter and more luxurious shops.

While walking for nearly ten minutes, Rue turned his head to see if I was following him well since I wasn’t talking to him. It was so natural that I couldn’t feel any awkwardness.

“Do you usually walk like this?”

A habit of walking without a wavering step. A leisurely pace. Even if it helps lighten the atmosphere, not opening one’s mouth first.

You can tell a person’s life by the way they walk.

Rue was a person who was more accustomed to being supported rather than supporting someone.

‘One thing is certain, he’s of high-standing. He’s not an aristocrat – a wizard powerful enough to know Dian Cecht…’

Who is there?

“The Imperial Wizard?”

Wait, isn’t this pretty plausible?

If you become an imperial wizard, you are knighted, but a knight is not a noble.

However, high-ranking imperial wizards are followed by a servant or secretary, and they’re able to raise their fortune as high as the aristocracy’s by accepting the requests that come to them from all sides.

‘He’s at least the head of the department. Considering his abilities, he is most likely no less than a superio-’

Whoops.

My forehead hit his back.

When I looked up, Rue’s tall stature blocked my view. Fortunately, thanks to him stepping aside by himself, I was able to confirm my destination.

This was the front door of a shop selling women’s clothing.

“Why here?”

“We have to get clothing fitted for you. The Weatherwoods family does not have proper clothing for the Viscount couple.All proper items and jewellery were disposed of and donated to help refugees.”

“Oh…because of the noble council.”

At last, the head of a prestigious family and his wife cannot walk around in modest clothes.

In addition, I heard from the Head-maid that this noble council association will be held with the upper-class.

It is said that they enjoy a luxurious trip on a super-large airship full of conglomerates. It was clear that the nobles would also come dressed up more splendidly than ever.

“But the Weatherwoods are poor.”

It’s a family on the verge of selling its manor. Wouldn’t our salaries be cut if we splurge on some clothing?

Rue opened the door without an inch of concern on his face.

“But I am rich. Let’s go in.”

As expected of Rue. He has only two good qualities; his face and his wealth. The best in the world.When we stepped inside the store with antiquely decorated interior, a beautifully dressed young woman greeted us.

The friendly smile of the staff immediately became a little sour as soon as she scanned my gritty outfit, and when she checked Rue’s slender jawline and fantastic nose bridge, she flinched.

“Welcome, sir.”

However, her demeanour was none of my business, so I proudly spoke.

“Order.”

But what should I order?

When I stepped back, Rue, who had been standing next to me, spoke as if he’d been waiting for the chance.

“We’re going to get some clothing tailored for her. A Ball dress, an evening dinner dress, two sets of daily attire, a spring coat, two sets of hats and gloves, two sets of pyjamas, four sets of socks and underwear. Ah, tea party clothes, too.”

I looked at Rue in confusion.

It’s only a one-time attendance, is it alright to get that much clothing?

“Is this the basics for ladies?”

Or is this some sort of secret twisted thing he gets pleasure from?

The employee, who quickly took out her notebook and recorded the order, smiled with a very polite expression unlike before.

“They’re all bridal items – are you getting married? It’s the first time I’ve seen someone come with their husband in person here ever since I started working.”

They mistook Rue for my husband. Wow. it was sickening just to imagine it.

Rue said what he had to say.

“Please complete it within 15 days.”

“What? 15 days? I’m sorry, but it’s an order that can never be completed within the period you told me. You must give it at least two or three months.”

Rue replied, “Why did you open a western-style clothing boutique if you can’t even cater to this?” he looked down at the staff with an expression displaying their incompetence.

The employee, who was secretly peeking at him, got restless and reiterated.

“However, there is a shop nearby that is run by the boss’ cousin. If we divide the order and make it separately, then we’d be able to complete it in a month and a half-”

“I don’t know if Viscountess Weatherwoods can wait that long.”

‘…is it okay to say that?’

Pause. The stiffened employee asked with her eyes wide open.

“Weatherwoods…you mean this is for the Viscountess? Of the Weatherwoods?”

“I don’t think there’s another Weatherwood family besides that one. Her destination is the capital city of Regel. If you can’t do it, we’d better go to another store.”

“W-wait a moment, please!”

The employee hurriedly turned around and disappeared into the store.

Soon after, she brought with her a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup, who seemed to be the owner of this Western-like store.

The boss seemed speechless at Rue’s good-looks for a while, and opened her mouth belatedly.

“I’ll finish it in 15 days. Leave it to me.”

Rue shrugged his shoulders lightly.

“If possible, then I will.”

There was blatant joy and excitement evident on the owner’s face.

Viscount Weatherwoods was a long held mystery.

It is said that the existence of his wife is also unclear, and if his wife’s outer-wear for the capital are found out to be her work, this could be a new turning point for the owner’s business.

“Then I’ll record the measurements right away. The Viscountess…”

“The wife is busy. However, her measurements are the same from head to toe as my companion, and the skin colour is also similar, so she left a message asking me to have it produced with the help of my companion.”

Who said that?

“I see. Come this way, miss.”

But this veto does not exist for poor maids.

If Rue gets the job done with money, then I should at least do the same with my body. I quietly followed the owner.