Battle Divorce! - Chapter 3 - MISSION 1

Chapter 2.1

〈 MISSION 1: Become Maxim von Waldeck’s wife in name only! 〉

This ridiculous mission began the day she decided to retire.

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At the crack of dawn, Daisy prayed in a small chapel. With her palms pressed together, she murmured softly,

“Dear Heavenly Father, I’ve committed many sins, but… I promise to never take another life. I’ll start living a good, righteous life from now on.”

Her prayer was filled with repentance for her past and a vow to become a new person.

…Because, from the very beginning, Daisy hadn’t started out as “Daisy.”

[ CODE NAME: EASY ]

She had once been the ace assassin of a secret revolutionary organization known as “Clean.”

Her main job was to take out the “dogs” of the royalist faction.

She had no memory of her parents. As an orphan, she was raised from early childhood to become an agent, and she never even had a real name.

The organization called her “Easy” because she took down her targets with ease. Outside the organization, she adopted various fake names, each tailored to her mission. She had always accepted her work as natural and had no particular complaints about it.

[ Daisy ]

“…Daisy.”

Pausing her prayer, she unconsciously traced the engraving on the cross, mumbling softly to herself. Her thoughts drifted back to the day she became “Daisy.”

Back when she was still known as “Easy”—or rather, during her last mission when she went by the name “Barbara Austin”—she had one significant weakness. She was hopelessly soft when it came to babies and animals.

“Aghhh—!“

This person was a secret informant for the royalists and had cost several of her comrades their lives. That’s why he was today’s target. But immediately after completing the mission, Easy heard the wails of a baby coming from another room and began to panic.

The target she had just killed had been the infant’s only guardian. If she left the baby behind, it would cry itself to exhaustion and eventually starve to death.

“What do I do?”

With no other choice, she picked up the baby, but as she was leaving, one of the target’s surviving comrades slashed her side with a knife. She had let her guard down, but Easy quickly dealt with him. The wound wasn’t deep, but the real problem was the poison on the blade.

She had planned to leave the baby at an orphanage, but she ended up losing consciousness just as she arrived.

“Are you awake?”

Oddly enough, the first thought that crossed her mind when she regained consciousness was one of relief. She had killed countless targets with ease, over and over. Yet here she was, feeling absurdly relieved just to be alive.

Even in her dazed state, the thought made her let out a hollow laugh.

When she opened her eyes to an unfamiliar presence, she was met with a pair of concerned eyes staring back at her. A middle-aged woman in a nun’s habit was looking down at her.

“I am Sister Sophia. What’s your name, dear?”

Name. A name, huh. I don’t have one. What should I say?

As she thought about it, her gaze settled on the daisies in the vase on the nightstand.

“…Daisy.”

At first, it was just a random word that slipped out, as though she were grasping for something, eager to come up with an answer.

“My name is Daisy.”

And so, thanks to Sister Sophia, the woman who had saved her life, “Easy” was reborn as “Daisy.”

The small convent was nestled in a mountain village, caring for orphans who had nowhere else to go. Daisy had been living there for a year now, helping the nuns with chores and teaching the children. The days were simple but filled with peace and contentment.

“What are you praying so hard for?”

Lost in thought, Daisy slightly jumped at the sound of a voice beside her.

It was Sister Sophia.

“Oh, Sister. I was just… I couldn’t sleep. Praying helps me fall asleep sometimes.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here too,” Sister Sophia said, sitting down next to Daisy.

“…Sister, do you think someone like me can go to Heaven?”

It was the same question Daisy had asked for the past year. And each time, Sister Sophia responded with the same gentle reassurance.

“Of course. Anyone can be saved.”

“Really? No matter what I’ve done in the past, I can still be forgiven?”

Seeing that Daisy remained unconvinced, Sister Sophia’s eyes softened, the corners crinkling into a warm smile.

“Do not fret, my dear. What matters is not who you were in the past but who you are now.”

Could that really be true? Even after all the lives she had taken, could God still forgive her?

She repented and prayed every day, yet doubt still lingered.

A target is still someone’s family, someone they care deeply about. Once she came to feel that on a personal level, she wanted to forget her entire past. She wasn’t sure if she could ever be forgiven, but she could make a vow to herself.

She would never take another life again.

“Excuse me, Sister. Someone’s here to see Miss Daisy.”

Just then, another nun entered the chapel, informing them of a visitor.

‘At this hour? Who could it be? I don’t know anyone who would come to see me.’

Daisy’s eyes widened.

“He claims to be… Miss Daisy’s father.”

When she turned around, she saw a cunning-looking, middle-aged man leaning against the chapel entrance, waving at her with a grin.

“It’s been a while, my daughter.”

Count Therese, leader of the secret revolutionary organization known as “Clean.”

He was Easy’s former boss and an unwelcome guest for Daisy.