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

Rue’s hands were beautiful when he turned the paper over.
They were slender and clean hands, comparable to Daisy’s, who had touched no sword yet. 

There were no calluses, let alone cuts or small scratches. 

Although his hands were large enough to cover my face, and his joints protruded in some places, it was natural considering Rue’s unrivaled height. 

Such a hand does not hold a sword. 

Considering all this, Rue is most likely a wizard.  

It must mean he’s made all those magic tools to wear for himself. 

I suspected it from the moment I heard from the assassin-butler that he’d casted a spell on the Eachus mansion, but it was clear now that he was a very good wizard. 

“So.” 

Look, even his voice is impressive. 

“If you stare at someone’s face like you want to rip it off for so long, shouldn’t you at least leave a comment of appreciation?” 

The voice is as if it is deeply embedded with a steel seal heated by fire on a rock covered with mud. 

Should I pretend I didn’t hear it? 

Still, since I’ve decided to communicate with him properly, I shouldn’t openly ignore him. 

I chose the easiest topic to talk about, leaving behind the questions I wanted to ask Rue – which were piling up enough to come out of my throat at any moment. 

“I planted flowers.” 

About the small, tiny pot that he’d entrusted me with. 

Rue, who tilted his head, smiled as he narrowed his shaded eyes lightly. 

“That’s a weird answer.
Does that mean flowers come to your mind whenever you look at my face?”  

Then he said with a picturesque smile. 

“You must’ve planted flowers like me.” 

Flowers like me? What do you mean flowers like you? And how do you know what flowers I planted? 

What I planted wasn’t a seedling, but some random seeds that I picked up roughly from the market. 

“Don’t pretend to know something when you don’t.” 

Rue couldn’t possibly know what kind of flowers they if I didn’t know either. 

“Pretending when I don’t know? Hmm.
So, what did you plant?” 

I answered with the most serious expression I could make so the lie wouldn’t be caught. 

“It’s a secret.” 

A laugh of absurdity burst out in his voice. 

“There must be only so few things as pathetic as not knowing what kind of flowers you planted yourself.” 

Tak.
When Rue closed the book he was reading so diligently, its name was revealed on its cover. 

‘Seven Mystery Treasures of the content for Children.’ 

Why is that? 

Why am I so sure that book has a story about Dian Cecht? 

I remembered the reason I was inspecting Rue a beat late. 

Dian Cecht. 

It’s ironic.
Just as I’d stopped paying attention to him and was trying to focus on my work, we were reconnected by the common name known as “Dian Cecht.”  

Is Rue only after Dian Cecht’s eyes? Or the other four relics too? 

If I just asked Rue if he was looking for Dian Cecht’s relics himself, the suspicion between us might be resolved unexpectedly quickly.
If only Rue and I were involved, I would have done it. 

However, the problem is that the person who handed over this information was the assassin-butler. 

The butler assassin was a valuable link that provided me information on Rue.
If Rue suspected the assassin-butler for even a moment and eventually kicked him out, I would suffer a huge loss. 

‘Above everything, I can’t ignore the possibility that this man intentionally let this piece of information slip to me.’ 

This man, Rue. 

A man full of insidiousness, except for his shiny skin. 

“Did you make some sort of mistake with Ms.
Daisy, Mr.
Rue?”  

“I’m not sure.
Staring at my face in a stupor once or twice is understandable, but from now on, I’m going to charge a sight-seeing fee.” 

And the most brazen guy in the world. 

“Daisy…even if she doesn’t look it, she’s an honest person.”  

The maid who appeared from across the garden blocked my view of Rue. 

“Did you see everything?” 

“…yes.”  

“Then go to work now.” 

This woman, the head maid. 

She’s the most heartless woman in Midwinterre.  

Just as I was about to raise the body that’d been sitting by the window for some time. 

Rue, who walked towards me leisurely on his long legs, handed me something.
I subconsciously accepted the small wooden sign without thinking. 

“What’s this?” 

“Name the flowers you planted and put this in the pot.” 

It was a name tag for a flowerpot.
It was so ridiculous. 

“Why?” 

He replied with a kind smile to my counter-question, which was unpleasant, troublesome, and uncomfortable to hear. 

“Our Daisy is so insincere.
Even if you don’t know the breed, you should at least name it.
Responsibility starts with something surprisingly small.” 

I stared at the broad shoulders that disappeared into the distance, and looked down at the wooden sign in my hand. 

It’s not even an animal.
Why would I name it? 

I snorted and threw it roughly into the trash can.
Then I slowly turned around and picked up the wooden sign again. 

“Well.” 

Rue has a bad personality, so he’ll probably pay back in double if I throw this away.
It’s not even a difficult task, so it might be better to just listen to him. 

I pondered about the name of the pot for a long time before putting up the sign after sunset. 

The sign was empty. 

Eventually I gave up naming. 

And that evening, after a long time came a visitor. 

i was waiting for Rue to be like “you should plant daisies” this whole chapter then I remembered Rue is Rue.