EP.85 The strongest maid in history (3)
The first princess, Lruel.
She blinked blankly.
Lruel was taken aback, even if only for a moment. It’s rare for her to panic. It was a very rare thing.
Lruel is confident in his actions.
When that confidence is shaken, Lruelle feels embarrassed. Now, Le Ruel felt her own confidence shaken.
‘···This is unexpected.’
Lruel looked ahead.
In front of me is a girl wearing a maid uniform. She gently shakes her hand as if nothing had happened.
Patter.
Blood splatters along her fingertips. There is some flesh mixed in the scattered blood.
Okay.
Spreading waste on the floor of the villa where the princess resides is an act of disrespect. Even if Leruel himself does not care about it, the disrespect remains the same.
“···hmm.”
The girl frowns as she looks at a piece of flesh that fell on the floor. It was a behavior he did out of habit, but he seemed to understand later that it was wrong.
Sigh.
He snaps his fingers as if she is annoyed.
Hwareuk.
And then, the blood and flesh are woven together and burn away. The movement is very smooth. It wasn’t a skill that had been done once or twice.
“·····.”
There are no traces left on the floor of the villa. Leruelle, who was looking at the scorched floor, slowly opened her mouth.
“···you.”
“yes.”
“What was that just now?”
The girl answers the question.
He continues speaking very calmly.
“It is a surveillance familiar. “It floats above the head of the designated person within the range where the circuit is drawn.”
“···It’s over my head.”
“It probably means that the target is the princess.”
She takes off her blood-stained gloves. Then she takes her new gloves out of her apron pocket and puts them on. In that scene, Le Ruel conjures something of hers.
The shape of the movement is different.
What you are holding is also different.
However, the appearance is reminiscent of knights that Lruel once saw.
‘···It’s like a knight on the battlefield.’
It looks like a knight on the battlefield brushing off the flesh stuck on his sword and putting the sword back into its scabbard. Lruel senses the scent of the battlefield from the professor in front of him.
Lruel asked a question as if drawn to that scent.
“Are there many of the same things as before?”
“You don’t usually keep one thing like this hidden away.”
“…The wizards in the palace never said a word that I had something like this.”
“It’s probably one of two things.”
The girl said, lowering her arm where she had changed her gloves.
“It was cleverly mixed in between the security circuits, so there were some wizards who really didn’t notice.”
Leruel follows suit.
“Or, I guess it’s all a story about being part of my brother’s faction.”
“Either way, the future of the royal family is very dark.”
“It’s lese majeste, professor. “You put such words in front of your true princess, the princess.”
“Once again.”
The professor shrugs.
“···Hmm.”
A smile spreads across Lruelle’s lips as she looks at that scene. Embarrassment soon flows into laughter. Le Ruel is intrigued by the girl in front of her.
is it.
Was he ‘like this’ person?
“aha.”
Lruel finally laughed out loud.
“This is an item.”
Leruel let the laughter escape his lips and looked straight at the girl in front of him.
‘As a magician and professor, I thought he would be a quiet and boring person…’
Isn’t this different at all?
Indeed, I like it. It’s beyond expectations. This cannot be anything but a satisfactory appointment.
“Good, professor.”
Lruelle turned and faced forward.
“Please continue to do so. “I like it very much.”
2.
The villa where the first princess stayed looked a little different than I imagined. It was different from the royal scene I had imagined.
‘In the first place, the royal family I saw wasn’t like that.’
The royal palace I visited when I became a royal wizard and was recognized by the royal family… had a slightly brighter atmosphere.
Well maintained garden.
The sun shining warmly.
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As someone who remembers such a cozy and warm atmosphere, the atmosphere of the villa was unfamiliar.
‘This is not a royal family…’
The atmosphere is closer to a magic tower.
Especially the scenery in the office.
“·····.”
I looked away without saying a word.
In her office, Princess Lruelle was looking at documents. She’s been doing it since before, without even sighing.
“Leave it.”
“Send it.”
“It’s not worth reading. Deal with it.”
She repeatedly received the completed document from the attendant nearby, turned it over, and tore it up. The endlessly repeating process seemed like it would never end.
‘···It’s fast.’
I was standing next to the princess like a doll, glancing at the documents she was processing.
‘It seems like something similar.’
The paperwork handled by the princess was not much different from what I did at the Magic Tower.
“Go and see.”
The princess, who had sent away all her attendants, took a deep breath. She sipped her cold coffee and stretched her arms to the corner of the table.
Where her fingertips are headed, there is a pile of documents. A pile of documents pushed into a corner.
‘···uh?’
I saw a familiar pattern there.
‘···That one.’
This is the emblem used by the knight commander, Uncle Heinkel.
The princess drags a pile of documents with that symbol on top to the middle of the table.
“This is a letter from the battlefield.”
The princess spoke as if aware of my gaze.
“It looks like this letter is generating some interest.”
“···It’s a field I’m interested in.”
“Now that I think about it, your brother was an gray wizard? “Then it could be possible.”
“yes?”
“Aren’t you Lord Rossell’s adopted daughter? “Sir Rosell’s first adopted son is the gray wizard, Sir Raniel… Isn’t your brother Sir Raniel?”
···Is that how it works?
“That’s right… I guess so.”
“Something? “It’s a very subtle reaction.”
The princess tilted her head, then brought the letters to her and began to check them one by one. Primarily, her letters seemed to report the situation on the battlefield or the state of the army.
“···Are you handling this as well?”
“Why, is it fascinating?”
“Yes, a little.”
“Well, actually, it’s ridiculous that a woman who wasn’t on the battlefield would handle something like this. Actually, I don’t have much work to do in this regard.”
Actually, I just wrote a few letters.
After muttering that, she tapped the quill pen on a blank piece of paper a few times to remove ink.
“I often send letters to nobles or margraves near the battlefield. “Cooperate or provide food.”
“···yes?”
“Of course, I will support you even if my wife doesn’t tell me. However, by sending a letter . . . they are aware of her real wife’s feelings.”
“If you pay attention…”
“Send more items that won’t be sent. “It means sending not only simple food, but also more valuable items.”
She chuckled and laughed.
“The reputation of being a crazy dog helps in times like this. “If you handle it roughly, it will be obvious that I will bark like crazy.”
···Support of the Margrave.
Suddenly, I traced an old memory that came to mind. Although eating hard bread was a daily routine, there were times when the drivers would cheer.
Nobility’s support.
Luxury goods sent from the territory we protected.
Alcohol, cigarettes, coffee, etc.
These are things that are taken for granted in the real world, but are not taken for granted on the battlefield. There are days when I endure a hard day and open a bottle of alcohol while looking at the rising sun.
Although it was sometimes.
These are memorable things because they happen occasionally.
‘···no way.’
I glanced at the princess’s back.
She is sending letters to several nobles. Among them, the names of nobles who had sent me support supplies while I was on the battlefield were clearly stamped on them.
All of that may not have been due to Princess Leruel’s manipulation. However, there were definitely some items that were sent to her.
“···Why not?”
I slowly opened my mouth and asked a question.
“Is there really a need for the princess to do that?”
Is there a need to do so while increasing notoriety?
Stop.
The princess’s quill stopped.
She put down her quill and slowly looked back at me. Then, she tilted her head and asked.
“Why isn’t there one?”
she asked me back.
“Why do you think there isn’t one?”
She said.
“Before I am a member of the royal family, I am also a person of this country. And, everyone in this country is indebted to the knights on the battlefield. “You, me, my brother, everyone.”
“·····.”
“Because they are holding on on the battlefield, this country is holding on without collapsing. I respect them. “Those who sacrifice their lives for their country and humanity deserve respect.”
As if stating the obvious.
“If we are enjoying a peaceful life thanks to their sacrifices, we must not forget to respect them. She hates it when her mother only speaks with her words. “She should do whatever she can.”
“Tap,” she pointed to the letter.
“As I said, there isn’t much the main lady can do for those knights. At best, you can send a letter like this…”
She spat back.
“It would be about protecting this country, which they risked their lives to protect, from collapsing from within.”
“·····.”
is it.
“Is that so.”
Was that your purpose?
I narrowed my eyes and looked at the princess.
As I said before, I often met people of the same type as the princess. None other than on the battlefield.
Sword Master Kuntel was like that.
Knight Commander Heinkel was like that.
They dedicate their lives for one purpose. I put everything on the line. All their actions are designed for one purpose only.
‘By abandoning John’s mother.’
Live for only one purpose.
Sword Master Kuntel devoted his entire life to the sword in order to take revenge on Ganicalt, the sword of death.
Knight Commander Heinkel stands on the battlefield, sacrificing his all to protect humanity.
‘And the first princess Lruel…’
I feel like I’ve seen the clue.
Maybe it was just speculation, but I felt like I learned a little bit about the person in front of me.
“···What kind of eye is that, professor?”
I look at the princess who asks me.
Looking at her, I slowly opened my mouth.
“I’m going to go to work.”
“…Aren’t you still doing it now?”
“I think I need to clean up the outside things first.”
I pointed to the hallway of the villa.
“I’ll be back soon.”
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Raniel snapped his fingers as he left the office. Stocked orders shine.
Silence.
Stealth.
Among the maids passing through the corridors of the villa, none paid attention to Raniel. Ran El walked down the hallway with her long strides.
Stand at the end and look back.
Read the circuit engraved on the passage leading from the starting point of the villa to where the princess stays.
‘···A lot of dirty things were laid out.’
At first glance, it only appears to be a circuit that protects the royal family. However, if you strain your eyes a little, you can see hidden circuits. A lot of that too.
‘I thought I would watch it a little longer and then clean it up.’
My thoughts changed.
Raniel bent his wrists and exhaled.
‘The first princess, Leruelle.’
Originally, I had no intention of interfering with the politics of the royal family. He had no intention of doing more than his assigned duties.
‘What the princess entrusted to me was to protect it from death.’
There is no direct connection between that and this.
The things lying in the hallway are things that are watching her. If you just want to protect her, these are things you don’t need to get rid of very much.
‘I immediately got rid of anything that was eavesdropping nearby.’
What remains are those that do not interfere with the mission that much. These are things that don’t need to be put away.
“·····.”
However, Raniel was standing at the front of the hallway to clean it up.
Work other than allowances.
Something you don’t need to do.
If there is a reason to do it, it is in the category of Raniel’s personal favor. Standing at the end of the aisle, she smiled bitterly and closed her eyes.
‘Sigh, I must have had a lot of alcohol…’
Luxury items that were often provided on the battlefield.
Raniel remembers the strong liquor he used to drink every time he couldn’t bear it.
Things that are common in the world, but rare on the battlefield.
In return for receiving it.
Things that are rare in the world, but common to Raniel.
There is no reason not to treat him well.
“Whoa.”
Exhale briefly.
Raniel placed his fingers in the hallway of the villa and let mana flow.
Mana flows through the circuit.
The configuration of the circuit is drawn in Raniel’s mind. How can I neutralize it?
‘First of all, I’ll have to pull it out.’
It is a circuit hidden in the gaps in the guardian circuit that protects the villa. First of all, we need to bring out the hidden things.
It’s not that difficult.
Compared to what I’ve done so far, it was so easy that it made me yawn.
It can’t help but feel easy.
Over the past five years, Raniel has encountered numerous circuits on the battlefield. She had to dismantle it, smash it, and sometimes figure out its hidden circuitry.
Whose circuit was it all?
It’s a circuit created by the ancient lich, Skebal.
For five years on the battlefield, Raniel has been in full charge of Skebal’s circuit, known as the wizard’s nightmare.
In comparison, what about the circuit unfolding before your eyes?
Thinking about the difference in level only makes me laugh.
‘Well, this isn’t even the level of a kid’s joke…’
In her eyes, the circuit that the court wizards played around with was like a toy tower built by children.
With a tap, he touches the hallway of the villa.
This alone reveals hidden circuits.
Raniel walked along the circuits leading all the way to the princess’s residence. Walk along the hallway. With each step she takes, her ashen mana blooms.
Sarah.
The blooming mana breaks down the circuit.
The process is not complicated. The moment the gray mana touches it, it’s over.
Crispy.
The circuits built up by the court wizards begin to shatter, split, and scatter.
“This is not how circuits are carved.”
“Sigh,” Raniel laughed.
All she saw was poor circuits.
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