The Villainess's Exclusive Maid Is Too Good at Her Job - Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

The special student entrance examination consisted of six subjects in total.
History.
Theology.
Management.
Integrated Arts and Physical Education.
Swordsmanship Theory.
Magic Theory.
Each exam lasted one hour with twenty-minute breaks between them.
“Now then, we shall begin the examination. Everyone, please take your seats.”
A tall professor announced the start of the exam in a gruff tone.
Dong dong.
A grand bell chime resonated throughout the Academy.

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‘This feels just like a national college entrance exam.’
After the first exam concluded, the test-takers’ emotions swung wildly between hope and despair.
“I bombed it. I’m telling you, I bombed it! I’m going to fail again.”
“Wasn’t this exam a bit easier? I’d ask for nothing more if it stays at this level.”
The sighs and cheerful voices echoing throughout the hall felt exactly like an entrance exam venue.
‘I wonder how Theo did?’
The two of us had been assigned to different examination rooms. I felt both regret and relief at this arrangement.
If one of us performed poorly, at least it wouldn’t directly affect the other.
Though if either of us failed the exam, the odds were higher that it would be me rather than Theo.
After completing the fourth subject, lunchtime finally arrived.
Inside the Academy’s Student Cafeteria.
“How did the exam g—no, actually, I’d rather not ask.”
“Haha. You’d rather not know?”
“Yes. There are still four more subjects to go.”
Theo laughed at my solemn declaration.
“Let’s eat first. We need to fill our bellies before we wage war.”
“That’s true.”
Fortunately, the Academy’s cafeteria food suited my palate.
I’d been worried my tastes might have become pickier after working as a lady’s maid, but it seemed my concerns were unfounded.
‘Back then, I really wasn’t picky about anything.’
From my days in the orphanage, I had never been one to refuse food. If I could chew it, I chewed it. If I could swallow it, I swallowed it.
Remembering those times, it felt almost luxurious to be concerned about whether food suited my taste now.
Coming to the Academy to take this entrance exam was much the same—a luxury I could scarcely have imagined back then.
“Why do you ask? Does it not suit your palate?”
Janet laughed and shook her head at the sudden question.
“No, I was just lost in thought for a moment.”
It was just as she finished her meal.
Someone approached the two as they were about to rise from their seats.
“What? Why are you here?”
The voice carried an edge of anger that felt familiar.
Janet’s brow furrowed as she instantly recognized who it was.
Of all places, to encounter him here.
The man striding toward them with heavy steps was Count Berdin’s grandson—the very one who had been left bound hand and foot at Jeron’s Birthday Ball.
However.
“…Your name is?”
I still didn’t know his name.
The man’s expression crumpled at Janet’s question.
“It’s Samuel! Samuel! Samuel Berdin!”
“My, I wasn’t curious enough to hear it three times over.”
“What? You’re really—!”
Samuel clenched his fists tightly at Janet’s words, his knuckles trembling with barely concealed threat.
Of course, it made no impression on Janet whatsoever.
‘He’s always like this.’
As if intimidation through brute force were his only skill.
Janet’s cold gaze looked up at Samuel. But in the next moment.
“I’m not sure what situation this is.”
Theo quietly inserted himself between them.
“…Ugh, you—who are you?”
Samuel flinched and startled at Theo’s appearance, who towered a full head above him.
His attitude was a textbook display of bullying the weak while cowering before the strong.
“Do you have business with my companions?”
“Y-your companions?”
“Yes. My companions.”
“Huh? When did you even meet me, and why are you speaking so casually?!”
Rather than answer, Theo leisurely curved his lips into a smile.
His gaze tilted sharply downward, bearing down on Samuel.
Samuel, whose eyes had been trembling with effort, slowly lowered his gaze.
That was when it happened.
“Hey, you there! Making a commotion here is forbidden!”
A man with a cheerful voice and fingers interlaced behind his neck ambled over.
“I do enjoy watching a good fight, but today’s inconvenient. So, everyone—let’s break it up, shall we?”
The man with orange hair and green eyes gave off an overall impression of mischief.
With a grin baring his teeth, he smiled brightly, and cheers erupted from various corners of the room.
“My goodness. Isn’t that Shane?”
“That magical prodigy?”
“I never thought I’d actually meet Shane today…!”
Judging by the awestruck voices, this man named Shane appeared to be quite the celebrity.
Janet tugged gently at Theo’s sleeve and asked.
“Do you know who he is?”
“Roughly. He’s Shane, a third-year student of commoner origin. He entered as a special admission and is apparently the top of his class, distinguished by his exceptional magical prowess.”
“That’s quite detailed knowledge.”
“My profession demands it, I suppose.”
As they exchanged quiet whispers, another figure emerged behind Shane.
“Gasp! It’s Lishar!”
“Shane and Lishar together.”
“Hmm. His presence truly is extraordinary.”
The man called Lishar was a strikingly handsome figure, tall as Theo with an equally commanding presence.
Jet-black hair and azure eyes.
With his cold, indifferent expression, there was something oddly captivating about him.
“What’s all this noise?”
“Ah, Lishar. Nothing serious—just seems some examinees had a minor scuffle.”
“A minor scuffle?”
Lishar, speaking in a monotone, gazed toward the commotion. And then.
“…Hmm?”
A flicker of emotion crossed his otherwise detached eyes.
Janet tilted her head at his gaze—as if he’d recognized someone.
‘Have I seen him before?’
Yet this was clearly the first time she’d laid eyes on his face.
Had she encountered such features before, she would surely have remembered.
Just as she was about to ask Theo for information about this man—
“Tsk.”
Theo’s click of his tongue made Janet blink.
Looking closer, Theo was staring at Lishar with an expression of annoyance.
‘What? Do they know each other?’

***

“….”
“….”
“….”
An awkward silence hung in the air.
The most awkward of all was me.
What was this situation?
After lunch, which had been somewhat eventful, and once all the exams were finished.
Lishar appeared before me as I walked alongside Theo toward the Carriage Storage.
Yes, he truly appeared.
As if he’d been waiting for the two of us.
After that, he simply stood there, watching us both in silence.
And Theo was doing the same.
Watching the two of them face off quietly, as if engaged in a silent staring contest.
How should I put it…
‘It’s like a painting.’
Perhaps because they were both strikingly handsome, it felt like admiring a scene from a film.
Others seemed to share the thought, stealing glances at the two of them as they passed by, their cheeks flushed crimson.
But we couldn’t remain like this indefinitely.
“Excuse me.”
“Yes, Miss Janet.”
“….”
The moment I carefully opened my mouth, both men’s gazes snapped toward me.
“If you two are going to talk, wouldn’t it be better to move somewhere else? Standing in the middle of the hallway like this feels rather awkward.”
At my cautious suggestion, the two exchanged glances once more.
Tsk.
Tch.
Disapproving reactions passed between them.
Soon after.
“My father has come to the Capital.”
“The Marquis has?”
“Yes.”
My eyes widened as I listened to their exchange.
His father is the Marquis?
That means—.
“Um, if I may ask, what is your house name?”
“Ortea.”
Ah, so that was it.
Ortea was the house of the Marquis who had written me a letter of recommendation for my position as a maid. Lishar must be that Marquis’s son.
In that instant, my gaze toward Lishar shifted.
Marquis Ortea was nothing short of my benefactor. After all, it was thanks to the letter of recommendation he wrote that I was able to become a maid.
“It’s late in coming, but I’m always grateful to you, Marquis Ortea.”
At Janet’s words, spoken with luminous eyes, Lishar’s brow twitched slightly.
“I see.”
“Yes. Please tell him that I’ll repay his kindness someday.”
“Repay? There’s no need for such things.”
Lishar paused briefly after answering, then added in a cold tone.
“I do these things on a whim, so don’t burden yourself with obligation.”

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