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

rom the moment the affection starts, responsibility becomes inevitable.
What’s more is that the owner of the name is a plant I would grow and care for myself.

‘Can I be fully responsible for it if I live for only three years?’

This plant dies if I don’t take care of it.

If I’m lucky, another maid will continue to raise it, but even if it’s just some grass, I can’t leave behind a life that was raised by me.

“Sigh.”

Naming, what an annoying price.

After hesitating a dozen times in a sitting position, I finally filled the sign.

“Ru.”

‘I’m sure this name would be less burdensome.’

When the name was decided at last, the moon had already set high in the sky.
When I stood up blankly and went back to the kitchen, there was a delicious smell that stimulated my nose.

As he was almost finished cooking, Rue, standing in front of the fire, was stirring the ladle in the stew with one hand on his waist.
Perhaps because of his tall height, he kept his head deeply bent.

Then came the hunger that I had forgotten.

After putting the flowerpot on the kitchen table, I said to the back of his head.

“Say hi to my flowerpot.”

Rue, who glanced at the flowerpot, smiled as if it were ridiculous and turned his eyes back to the stew.

But I didn’t shut up.

“Do you like it?”

He replied, stroking the pot with a squeak.

“Name? Not bad. Ru must mean a lot to its master.
You mustn’t have listened to me properly.
There’s no news of a sprout yet, I don’t like it.
I just have to wait for you with a broad mind.”

Sure, sure.

I smiled pleasantly and looked at the back of the human Rue’s head.

And I realised something new.
It wasn’t hard to talk long when I was bothering human Rue.
Rather, I wanted to bother him harder, so my tongue was itching to talk.

Rue, who took off his apron after turning the ladle, looked at me and asked.

“Well, do you like hugging and kissing Rue?”

What?

“When did I say such a thing?”

Rue replied with a beautiful smile that made the viewer confused.

“You just licked your lips a little while ago after saying Ru.”

“This crazy…”

I can’t.

Don’t fall for his play with language.

He was provoking me.
I could tell from the faint smile on his face.
His eyes were full of mischief and hoping that I would run wild.

I folded my arms and smiled at ease to prove that I was not hit by his remark.
At the same time, a pair of green eyes suddenly appeared.

The maid was passing through the kitchen.

She alternated between me and Rue with her narrowed open eyes.

“…In-house relationships are prohibited, Miss Daisy, Mr.
Rue.”

Goose-bumps rose on my back.

“Misunderstanding!”

“We’ll see if it’s a misunderstanding or not.
Be careful in the future, Miss Daisy.
If you get caught, you’ll get a pay cut.”

The maid grimly warned and disappeared into the darkness again.

After the shrill sound of shoes went away, Rue, who had taken off his apron ignoring everything, whispered as he passed by me.

His cool scent blew through the space filled with the smell of stew.

“I know how much you love Rue.
You’d better be careful though, Miss Daisy, as the person involved seems to be troubled.
Just pet him for now.
Otherwise it’ll be a travesty.”

Is this crazy man talking about himself? He’s definitely talking about himself!

“How do you know what Ru thinks?”

“First of all, I’m ‘Ru’ too.
The two of us ‘Ru’s can communicate with each other.”

A long finger snapped and touched the sign that said ‘Ru.’

“But you didn’t ignore my proposal this time.
Good job.
Do I have to keep throwing bait like this? Maybe it’s because you’re like a frog, but you’re quite choosy.”

“Just keep your word.”

Rue, who tilted his head with a face as if asking what the promise was, gave a belated exclamation.

“…Ah, you asked me if I was an aristocrat, didn’t you? I don’t have a title or anything, and I don’t have any relatives who have a title.
Of course, I have a lot of money.
Even if someone has a lot of money, they’re not all aristocrats..”

You’re not an aristocrat?

“Then how did you stop Baron Fedegail?’

Even if he’s a down-right greedy bastard, he’s still an aristocrat.

The pride of an aristocrat is generally sky-high.

How pride-shattering must it be for such a man to be harmed by a maid? One or two words could never conciliate him.

‘As expected, did he threaten him? Or shut his mouth with money?’

Rue’s advice came from the kitchen passageway.

“Boil it for another five minutes and then eat.
If it’s not seasoned enough, you can add more salt.”

Five minutes.
Salt.

The chef’s precautions should not be leaked through one ear to the other.
I stopped my reflection and stood in front of the fire, looking at the simmering stew.

“It looks delicious.”

Fresh stew made with fresh ingredients.
The tiredness of the day felt washed away in an instant.