The Villainess's Exclusive Maid Is Too Good at Her Job - Chapter 65

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Chapter 65

“Here, Luna. Let’s share this.”
“Sure. Thanks, Janet.”
As I handed her the water without drinking from it first, Luna accepted the canteen with a bright smile.
After quenching her thirst, she let out a sigh.
“Hey, Janet. Would you mind listening to something?”
“What is it?”
“I mentioned it before, remember? That I’m adopted.”
“Oh, right. That’s true.”
I glanced sideways at Lishar.
‘Is this something Lishar should hear as well?’
Well, Lishar was certainly within Luna’s line of sight, so if this were a secret, she wouldn’t be bringing it up now.
I offered an awkward smile and nodded.
“Yes. What about it?”
“Well, I was adopted by my current parents when I was three years old. My adoptive mother and father were wonderful people, so I never gave much thought to being adopted. But then….”
A deep breath.
Luna’s voice wavered as she exhaled heavily.
“Recently, they told me a secret they’d been keeping from me.”
“A secret?”
“Yes. It turns out my parents didn’t pick me up from an Orphanage. Apparently, while taking a walk along the River Bank one day, they found a small child being swept away by the current and rescued me.”
They found a child being swept away by the river while walking along the River Bank and raised me?
I let out a small gasp at this fairy-tale-like story.
It was a beautiful tale far removed from my own—caught up in war, losing my memories, abandoned at an Orphanage, and then adopted for labor exploitation.
But Luna seemed to see things differently.
“That means my biological parents might not have abandoned me….”
Luna’s shoulders sagged as she whimpered.
“What if they’re still looking for me? What if my real parents are suffering so much?”
Tears began streaming down Luna’s face as she spoke. I stared at her in surprise.
Honestly, this situation was a bit awkward.
Starting this conversation during a break in sword lessons, and with me of all people.
It might sound cold, but I felt she’d chosen the wrong person to confide in.
Unlike Luna, I wasn’t adopted.
She knew this fact as well.
I had no fairy-tale story like hers. In the first place, how many orphans actually had such a story?
‘And she’s crying while telling me this?’
It was like someone begging for food in front of a beggar.
Besides, Lishar was with us.
While I stood frozen in confusion, Luna’s sobs grew louder.
“Sob, sniff. I wish I could find my biological parents right now.”
“Don’t cry. We’ll find them, Luna. I’m certain of it.”
“Do you really think so?”
Janet nodded at Luna, who asked while wiping away her tears.
After all, if she was grieving, the least I could do was offer her some comfort.
“Of course.”
“Now that I think about it, I have a scar. Could it help me find my parents?”
“What kind of scar?”
“This one.”
Luna held out the back of her right hand as she spoke.
Indeed, a small scar was visible across her pale hand.
“My parents said this scar was already there before they found me.”
“Is this… a burn scar?”
“Yes, that’s right. My parents said it looked like a burn scar too. Since the shape is so distinctive, maybe I could find my parents through it?”
Janet examined the scar on Luna’s hand closely.
The scar resembled a small circle with two straight lines protruding upward from it.
“The shape really is unique, isn’t it? It looks like a rabbit, almost…”
“Doesn’t it? I’ve always thought it looked like a rabbit too.”
Luna, who had stopped crying at some point, smiled brightly as she spoke.
And in that moment.
A sudden shift.
Janet’s head snapped around at the presence she felt beside her.
“…Lishar?”
Lishar, who had been sitting and gazing into the distance, now had his gaze fixed on the two of them.
“Hm? What is it, Janet?”
More precisely, his gaze was fixed on Luna alone.
Luna, who had been tilting her head innocently, widened her eyes when she noticed Lishar staring intently at her.
“L-Lishar? Is there something on my face…?”
“How old are you?”
“Me? I’m eighteen years old.”
Luna stammered out her answer, then added hastily.
“My parents said that when they rescued me from the river, I could only remember my age. I couldn’t remember anything else about my past.”
“Eighteen years old…”
“Yes.”
She nodded vigorously.
Lishar’s pupils trembled faintly, much like Luna’s eager nod.
Blue eyes, similar to Luna’s.

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‘Indeed, she resembles Lishar.’
It was Luna’s eyes.
The moment I saw her distinctive blue irises, Marquis Ortea and Lishar came to mind. Seeing the two of them standing so close together only reinforced how much they resembled each other.
“Those two have been inseparable lately.”
Theo spoke as he watched Lishar and Luna sitting side by side in the Academy’s Common Garden.
“According to Luna, Lishar takes good care of her.”
“Lishar, that man?”
At Theo’s murmur, Janet looked up at him.
“Theo.”
“Yes, Janet.”
“Are you and Lishar… what’s your relationship?”
“…Pardon?”
“It seems like you two don’t get along very well.”
At Janet’s question, Theo averted his gaze slightly.
“Well, it’s not that I dislike him…”
No, do I dislike him?
There was a time when I too had tried to get along with Lishar. It was only natural—he was the sole child of Marquis Ortea, who was practically my benefactor.
But.
“He dislikes me.”
“Lishar dislikes you?”
“Yes.”
Theo nodded and added bitterly.
“He didn’t approve of the Marquis bringing me in.”
“I see…”
Though I had many questions, I kept quiet. Something told me I shouldn’t pry further.
‘Now that I think about it, Theo participated in the war too, didn’t he?’
I wasn’t sure of Theo’s exact age, but he appeared to be around mine or perhaps a bit older.
Since the war had occurred six years ago, it meant he had participated while still quite young.
‘Could it be that Theo and the Marquis met there?’
The Ashleyde War.
The very war that had stolen my memories.
Looking at it this way, I realized how many people were entangled with that war.
Each person must have been caught up in it with their own circumstances.
While I was lost in brief contemplation, students passing through the Corridor glanced out the window and let out exclamations.
“Oh my, they’re together again today?”
“I’m jealous. How wonderful it must be to receive Lishar’s attention.”
“Cold to others, but warm to his woman—what a man.”
The excited students seemed unaware of Janet and Theo’s presence.
Hmm.
Oh.
Theo and Janet exchanged glances in silent understanding, though their ears remained attuned to the conversation of the female students nearby.
“No matter how I look at it, Lishar seems to have unrequited feelings for Luna, doesn’t he?”
“Right! But apparently, Luna doesn’t see it that way?”
“Hm? If it’s not unrequited love, then what is it?”
“I don’t know. She just said they’re like siblings. Lishar is like an older brother to her. And he treats her like a younger sister, apparently.”
“No way… oh.”
“Eek.”
“Let’s go.”
“Y-yes. Let’s hurry.”
The two female students, their cheeks flushed as they bounced excitedly, belatedly noticed Janet and Theo’s presence and hastily fled the scene.
…Why did they have to run away like that?
Janet watched the students disappear into the distance and let out a hearty laugh.
“Anyone watching would think we’re monsters.”
“….”
Her lighthearted remark received no response.
The usual Theo would have quipped back with something like, “At least I’m not a monster by myself, so I’m not lonely.”
“…Theo?”
Janet looked up at Theo with a puzzled expression.
“Ah, yes. Janet. What did you just say?”
“Oh, it was nothing important.”
“Ah, is that so? Then that’s a relief….”
Theo trailed off and turned his gaze back out the window with a serious expression.
It was in the direction of the room where Lishar and Luna sat side by side. Janet’s eyes darted between the two of them and Theo as she bit her lip.
The conversation the female students had just shared echoed through her mind.
The remarkably similar eye colors of Luna and Lishar, and the way Lishar had been visibly shaken upon hearing Luna’s circumstances.
As Janet slowly pieced everything together, she drew in a deep breath.
‘Could it be….’
Did Marquis Ortea have a hidden daughter?
Janet, who had been contemplating seriously for a moment, let out a hollow laugh.
Surely not.
If such a story existed, it would have spread throughout High Society.
‘I really am thinking of the most inappropriate things.’

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