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

“Flowers? You need seeds, not seedlings? Since the weather is getting warmer, more people are buying flowers, but it’s been a while since someone bought seeds. Very well, choose a picture that suits your heart from this album, young miss, and I’ll give you the seeds of that flower.”

I also recalled the name of the first flower I’d ever planted in my life – one that I thought I’d completely forgotten about.

“Did you choose this one? It’s the perfect flower for spring. It looks good and pretty, doesn’t it?”

“No, the name is.”

“The name?”

“I like the name.”

“Alas…it’s beautiful. The name, Daisy.”

The name of the flower was Daisy.

I planted daisies.

How could the name hold no value when Daisy had planted Daisies?

I realised it only now.

I thought I didn’t hold any affection for the name ‘Daisy’, but that wasn’t true.

It is not a name that defines me. It defines the moments that have led up to here.

My choices, my hypocrisy, my regrets. All of them were mine.

The more of these moments pile up, the more solid I become.

I might be something more tomorrow. But today’s ‘me’ was the best I could try to understand right now.

‘The initiative in life begins with knowing me.’

I know myself.

Therefore, I will take the initiative in my life!

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Power seemed to dwell in the cracked soul.

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I opened my eyes without remembering when I had closed them.

“Just now…”

While I calmly took my breath without panicking, a great warmth came over my head.

“Good job.”

Rue, who spoke suddenly, gently stroked my head. An uncharacteristically caring look closely observed my condition.

I also looked at my body quietly. My palms were soaked with cold sweat.

It wasn’t just the palm of my head.

Sweat dripped down my chin and stuck between my knees. Even my clothes were damp, so it was like I’d played with water in the river.

However, there was something separate from that which held importance.

‘My soul that was in danger of breaking…it’s more solid now.’

The life expectancy, which I’d predicted to be 3 years, also seemed to have doubled.

‘How on earth?’

I knew I’d just been enlightened about something. If I was a simple knight like in the past, I would have screamed in joy at my newfound way of thinking.

But, enlightenment may heal the body, but it could not heal the soul.

The soul was hard to break, and impossible to heal. At least as far as I knew.

Rue took his hand off my head and said.

“Your eyes hold confusion. Is this the first time you’ve experienced your mind and body becoming one?”

“…body and mind?”

“To put it in simple terms, it is the process of attaining perfect control over the body, and becoming a demigod. You’ve just entered the first of the stages.”

What? Perfect control? I was so surprised I almost choked up.

A demigod.

The status held by the great wizard Mephisto and Dian Cecht.

Those who have reached the level of demigod are historically recorded.

Neither the founding emperor of the great wizard, the Penrotta Empire, nor the numerous sod masters who have been called heroes, had the tinnitus of God.

I have heard that there are only two people like that in the current generation, including a religious leader who is revered as a god in the United States of North America.

A level that neither Raphael nor the saint could reach.

“What’s wrong with me?”

Rue’s forehead crumpled when he heard my question.

However, the gaze that seemed to be ready to criticize me soon regained it’s composure.

“Miss Daisy, you body seems to have reached a pretty useful level. Didn’t your teacher teach you about the body and the soul when you first attained this?”

Although I got a bit angry at just defining my skills as ‘a pretty useful level’, I decided to stick to the important bits since the atmosphere seemed to command it.

“I don’t have that.”

“You don’t have one?”

“Yes. I don’t have a teacher.”

It’s not like there’s no one at all – rather, it’s more like they’re all over the place. Anyone who gave me a single word of advice or counsel could be called my teacher, if I think about it, so I have no single teacher.

“Oh, that’s pretty unbelievable. Does that mean Miss Daisy learned the sword on her own and survived the battlefield with those skills alone?”

With a wry smile, Rue swept his chin,

He was looking at me with very funny eyes, and I, the person involved, was not at all amused.

“…How did you know I was a knight?”

Because I never told him I could use a sword.

When I glared at him with a wary eye, Rue lightly flicked the tip of my nose as if telling me not to think of anything ridiculous.

“Our cute Miss Daisy has the air of a knight, who wouldn’t know?”

“Don’t try to turn this into a joke, I know nothing about you.”

Rue answered, shrugging his shoulders lightly.

“Those who hold the sword for a long time are bound to acquire a habit in their lives. When you are on alert, you pull your right shoulder back and change your posture as if ready to draw your sword.”

Then he playfully tapped the back of my left hand.

“You habitually touch your right hip as if to check your sword.”

I couldn’t give any answer.

Rue’s points were true – I knew it because he’d noticed I was a left-handed swordsman.

“The way you clench your teeth when you’re in a disadvantageous situation,”

“…”

“It’s like a kid, so it’s very funny.”

“Hmm. Hmm.”

I raised my head reverently, mind and body.

Rue’s eyes, which looked at me, held a rare mixture of emotions in them that was not usually visible. 

Benevolence.

There is a sense of mercy in his eyes!

For no reason, Rue was in a very benevolent state. This is a rare opportunity. I moved my lips in earnest so as to not miss the timing.

“Mr. Rue, I have a question. It’s very important, so I want you to answer it without joking around.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You said that the state of mind and body is divided into four stages.”

“And you just ignored my refusal.”

“I heard that when you become a demigod, not only do your scars and injuries all heal, but you can’t get hurt by most weapons.”

Fortunately, Rue seemed to be listening to me.

“…does that go for the soul as well?”

If the body is reborn as the vessel of a God, wouldn’t it only be correct for the soul to be reborn as one befitting one as well?

Rue’s dismal eyes deepened.

“Are you curious?”

“Yes.”

“If you’re curious, kneel down and say, ‘Please tell me, master.’“

If he thought I couldn’t do it, he was wrong.

I went straight to my knees and said with my teeth clenched.

“Please tell me, master. My lord.”

He answered with a disheartened face.

“It’s possible.”

Then he continued his remarks with strange eyes.

“But it’s impossible if you’re half-hearted. At least in terms of probability. Why? does Miss Daisy want to be a demigod? Do you own a bad soul?”

His acrimonious voice shot an arrow into my heart.

“Do you feel that the other three walls will be easy if you accidentally crossed the first wall? Do you think you’ll naturally climb up, living half-heartedly as you do now? Do you wish to be granted the body of a demigod and be the luckiest maid in the world, enjoying both heaven and earth at the same time, with both body and soul?”

What an irritating man.

‘I can’t refute it.’

But apart from my wounded pride, his mockery was right a hundred times over.

The unexpected revelation had felt so sweet.

‘If it was easy to complete all four stages, the world would be full of demigods.’

Besides, I have a short life span. Even if I had an advantage of being more ahead than others, it still wasn’t enough time to master both my body and mind.

‘I almost turned to vain hope.’

Rue has a fierce tongue, but he doesn’t say anything untrue. That’s why it’s even worse.

When I got up from my seat, I made eye contact with him and said.

“Thanks to you, I realized a lot, Mr. Rue. I’m going back now. Thank you for your help today, and good night.”

While I was walking toward the door, Rue called me.

“Miss Daisy.”

I stopped with the bedroom door wide open.

‘You’re surprisingly weak-hearted. You’re trying to apologize for being rude, aren’t you?’ I turned to look at Rue with such warm thoughts.

“The sun is up.”

“…”

“We are late to work. Because of you.”

You’re lying, right?

I came home at the fastest speed I could manage.

In front of the entrance, the head maid, dressed neatly from head to toe was waiting for us with a fierce smile.

“Miss Daisy? You’ve been late twice now. Your pay will be cut.”

And I got a pay cut.

Damn it!

But today’s bad luck didn’t end with just a pay cut.

The lies told to her by Rue are the derivation of another hell.

“From today, we will start a short training session for 20 minutes a day. To live with people in a city, you need to be ordinary, not special. I will develop Miss Daisy’s lack of sociality and ethical awareness.”

I lost 20 minutes of my noon break like that.

Damn it!

This is not a life of initiative. I hate the maid.

After that, time passed quickly, and the morning of the day we were to leave for the capital dawned.