The Villainess's Exclusive Maid Is Too Good at Her Job - Chapter 75

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Chapter 75

Blood dripped steadily.
Crimson blood flowed from my head where it struck the ground. The moment Lishar gasped in shock, I opened my eyes to narrow slits.
“Are you alright….”
“Did you… drink something?”
“…What?”
“Did you… drink something?”
I, who had posed that incomprehensible question so abruptly, let out a pained moan.
“Luna, the necklace… investigate….”
Squeezing out the words with what little strength remained, I lost consciousness entirely.
“Janet! Stay with me, Janet!”
Despite Lishar’s desperate cry, my closed eyes refused to open.
#Chapter. The Resolve to Recover Memories

So, it’s this pattern again.
I accepted my current situation without resistance.
Wasn’t it always the same? Whenever something happened, whenever misfortune struck, whenever I was injured—I would inevitably fall into nightmares.
This time was no exception.
Though there was one difference from usual.
‘Why am I conscious even though I’m dreaming?’
Could I possibly be in a coma right now?
No, that couldn’t be.
‘…It really couldn’t be, right?’
Yet honestly, I wasn’t certain.
This incident was far more serious than merely having scalding water spilled on me.
The moment Lishar’s horse began to rampage wildly.
I recalled a scene from the original work that I had remembered back when I first entered the Academy.
The story of Lishar suffering injuries so severe he couldn’t take his graduation exam.
I realized that today was that very day.
I observed Luna’s reaction calmly. No matter how I thought about it, Luna had to be behind this incident.
Lishar’s condition seemed abnormal—he who would normally maintain composure even atop a raging horse.
Just as my body had suddenly grown heavy during my sparring match with Samuel, making it difficult to move, Lishar appeared to be in a similar state.
Or perhaps, his condition seemed even worse than mine had been then.

‘And on top of that, the horse is charging toward Luna.’

Luna pretended to be startled, her face drained of color, yet her body remained perfectly still—a reaction only Janet, sitting right beside her, could perceive.
Moments later, Lishar spotted Luna atop the horse and his expression hardened with grim resolve.
Only then could Janet be certain of why he would be injured.

‘In the original story, Lishar sacrificed himself to calm the horse that was charging at Luna.’

So that’s why he pretended to be her brother.
Anticipating that Lishar would stake his very life for a sister he’d struggled so hard to find.

‘There must be something luring the horse.’

According to Theo’s intelligence, it involved Hyperion magic, making a magical artifact highly probable.
As expected, Luna clutched something tightly in her hand, cradling it against her chest.
That’s it. It has to be.
Janet snatched the object from Luna’s grasp without warning.

“J-Janet?!”
“When did you—!”

I felt the horse’s head turn to follow my hand. I shoved Luna away as she reached toward me and bolted toward a deserted area.
I considered simply hurling the object away, but if it fell somewhere crowded, it would be disastrous.
More than that.

‘I have to save Lishar…!’

The moment I resolved this, a sharp pain pierced my left wrist. White light seeped through the gaps in the handkerchief.
It was fortunate.
I had been waiting for this power all along.
As the blessing’s verse surfaced in my mind, my body became infinitely lighter. My senses heightened, and the movements of those around me appeared as if in slow motion.
There was no need to deliberate on how to move to save Lishar.
Regardless of my will, my body moved of its own accord, finding the optimal path.
With Lishar safely rescued, I saw Luna’s face twisted with a mixture of fury and bewilderment.
She gazed anxiously between me and Lishar, fidgeting with the necklace around her neck.
But then.

‘What is that…?’

Something black was scattering from the necklace Luna was touching.
It resembled the black ash—the ‘remnants of Hyperion magic’—that Theo had once described.

‘I told Lishar to investigate the water I squeezed out my life force to drink and Luna’s necklace, but….’
Whether I had explained myself clearly or whether Lishar had understood properly remained uncertain.
Besides, I had been far too distracted at that time.
‘Did I manage to recover Luna’s belongings that I threw away properly?’
That was something I absolutely needed to investigate as well.
If Theo had been by my side, the two of us could have handled the matter smoothly, but it was regrettable.
‘So, what kind of dream is this anyway?’
In the dream, I endlessly rode in a carriage. Moreover, it wasn’t even an ordinary carriage—it was a cargo wagon for transporting goods.
I wasn’t the only one in the carriage.
Several small children huddled with their bodies curled up, sniffling in tears. My age in the dream seemed to be similar to these children’s.
After riding for a long time, the carriage finally came to a halt in a grassland.
“Stay still and wait here.”
The man who had brought us issued a sharp warning, then disappeared into a military barracks nearby.
Beyond the barracks, I could hear the voices of adults in conversation.
“Why did you bring such small children? What are you planning to do with these tiny ones?”
“Weren’t we short on hands right now? Just bring them along and assign them to whatever positions are most useful.”
“Captain!”
“How dare you raise your voice? This is the Military. We’re in a state of war! Don’t you know that insubordination during wartime is a grave crime?!”
“….”
At the man’s outburst, the other fell silent as if at a loss for words.
With the adults’ conversation, the children’s sniffling grew louder. The children here were all between twelve and fourteen years old.
Though still young, they were old enough to understand the situation.
They were well aware that the director of their orphanage had sold them off as child soldiers, and that they would now have to throw themselves into that battlefield and fight for their lives.
Young Janet bit down hard on my lips.
‘I will survive.’
No matter what it takes, I will survive.
Like the character “Salvation” inscribed upon my body, I would ultimately save myself from this hell and live on.
Young Janet roughly wiped away the tears streaming down my cheeks.

***

And the dream ended there.
“…Ugh.”
My eyelids trembled with a pained whimper.
Hot tears streamed down my cheeks—just as the younger version of myself had wept in that dream.
Now, I could no longer deny it.
‘The dreams I’ve been having aren’t mere nightmares.’
I had suspected as much, vaguely. There were details far too vivid to be dismissed as mere dreams.
Yes. This wasn’t a simple dream—it was a fragment of lost memory.
‘I never clung to memories from before I was fifteen.’
I had occasionally wondered about them, but I had lived believing that what mattered was the present. Yet now, it felt as though my own body yearned to reclaim those memories.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t keep surfacing these lost memories through dreams like this.
Above all else.
‘The blessing verse was already there back then.’
Even in the dream from around twelve or thirteen years old, she had already appeared to possess the blessing of ‘Salvation.’
Then could this be the verse I obtained through prayer at age ten?
But why did it remain dormant during my time at Graham, only to resurface after I arrived at Ludwig?
Unable to answer even a single question, my doubts continued to multiply.
There was only one way to find answers to these questions.
‘I need to recover my lost memories.’
What had happened to me before I turned fifteen, before I lost my memories?
I wanted to uncover that secret.

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“….”
“….”
“….”
In the suffocating silence, I rolled my eyes around the room.
The surroundings were so quiet that I worried even the sound of my eyes moving might be audible.
In the end, I was the first to break the silence.
“I’m sorry for worrying everyone.”
My careful words drew varied reactions from all around.
Theo released a small sigh, while Julietta Ludwig’s eyes glistened with tears.
Lishar spoke with his head bowed like a condemned man.
“It’s all my fault.”

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