The Villainess's Exclusive Maid Is Too Good at Her Job - Chapter 91

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Chapter 91

“Lord Liam.”
“Oh, Janet.”
The Marquis of Byeon, whom I hadn’t seen in some time, appeared noticeably thinner.
He’d mentioned departing urgently for the Northern Region on important business, and it seemed the journey had been quite taxing.
“Have you completed everything you needed to do?”
“…Yes. It’s nearly finished now.”
Nearly?
At the sight of Janet tilting her head in confusion, the Marquis of Byeon clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly. He couldn’t contain his mounting tension.
He reminded himself to stay calm countless times, but it proved futile. His heart pounded even more violently than when he’d been surrounded by enemy forces on the Battlefield.
“Janet.”
“Yes, Lord Liam.”
“Would you take a look at this?”
What he brought forth alongside his words was a long longsword.
A pristine white blade without a single blemish.
A blue jewel was embedded in the sword’s hilt, and delicate vine patterns were etched along the blade itself.
At a glance, one could tell it was a noble weapon.
‘But why is he showing this to me?’
Before the question could fully fade, the Marquis of Byeon carefully lifted the sword and extended it toward Janet.
“Janet. Would you try drawing this blade?”
“Draw this sword? Me?”
“Yes. I’m asking you earnestly.”
“…All right. I’ll give it a try.”
It was a request she couldn’t begin to understand, yet she couldn’t refuse.
It wasn’t a difficult favor, after all.
Besides.
‘I can’t refuse when he’s looking at me with such desperation.’
Lord Liam today seemed, how should I put it, utterly terrified.
Though she didn’t know what he feared, she wanted to help him however she could.
Janet carefully accepted the sword, gripping the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other.
And then.
*Shing.*
“Is… is that enough?”
Janet glanced at the blade now visible beyond the scabbard and asked hesitantly.
“….”
“Um….”
“….”
“Lord Liam?”
“…This can’t be. Impossible. This can’t be real.”
He, who had been frozen like a statue, shot to his feet. His face had gone deathly pale, and his hands trembled violently.
“Are you all right? Is something wrong?”
“No, no. It’s not that….”
Words failed him, and a strangled sound escaped his throat. Then, tears began streaming down his face like a waterfall.
Janet stood frozen in shock, blinking rapidly, while Liam reached out with trembling hands and carefully grasped hers.
“…Genia. Our daughter, I’m your father.”
“What?”
“Janet, you. You’re my daughter. You’re the precious treasure I lost.”
…What was he saying?
I doubted my own ears. I must have misheard something.
Or perhaps I was dreaming, trapped in some hallucination.
But then.
“My daughter. My treasure. I’m sorry, my inadequate father found you far too late. I’m truly sorry.”
The Marquis of Byeon’s voice crumbled as he squeezed my hand with all his strength, and I was forced back to reality.
‘I didn’t mishear.’
It wasn’t a dream or a hallucination.
Which meant, truly….
“I’m… Genia?”
“Yes. You are Genia. My daughter, the precious youngest of our Ortea.”
At the Marquis of Byeon’s confirmation, I staggered and sank to the ground.

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Janet found herself utterly bewildered by the current situation.
Me, Genia?
Truly?
Perhaps because I was confronted with such an unimaginable scenario, tears refused to come.
I had resolved to search for memories from before I turned fifteen, and had casually considered seeking out my biological parents—
‘I never imagined I’d find them this quickly.’
And on top of that, the person in question was none other than Liam.
“Sob, our Janet. Our Genia, oh my…”
“Here. Please wipe away more tears.”
The Marquis of Byeon’s handkerchief was already so saturated that wringing it would send water dripping to the floor.
Sensing the handkerchief had lost all functionality, Janet withdrew her own and offered it to him.
The Earl, accepting the fresh handkerchief, suddenly lifted his head and met Janet’s gaze.
…Oh dear.
‘Have I not cried enough?’
She worried for a moment that her stiff expression might cause misunderstanding.
“My daughter is so kind!!”
He cried out loudly, snatching the handkerchief Janet offered and carefully tucking it into his pocket.
Then he buried his face in the handkerchief that was still dripping with tears.
A fleeting question arose—why keep a handkerchief he wouldn’t use?—but understanding came swiftly.
‘He wants to treasure it because his lost daughter gave it to him.’
Though the fact that this ‘lost daughter’ was herself still hadn’t quite sunk in.
As Janet was processing reality by fidgeting with her fingers,
The door creaked and slammed open.
Two men appeared through the gap.
“Father. What on earth is all this commotion about…?”
“Did Janet draw the Sacred Sword?”
At Kendrick’s question, Lishar’s eyes widened as he was about to blame the noise.
The Marquis of Byeon and Theo had deliberately kept Janet’s identity secret from Lishar.
They did not wish to cause him further disappointment or confusion while he was still reeling from the shock of the false sibling incident.
“…What do you mean? Janet drew the Sacred Sword?”
The Sacred Sword responded only to the direct bloodline of Ortea. Only those of direct descent could draw the sword from its sheath.
Which meant, could it be…?
“Janet is Genia?”
“We only suspected it might be possible. But now, it seems certain.”
Kendrick’s gaze drifted toward the sword resting on the table.
The blade, not yet fully sheathed, peeked out with its sharp edge gleaming.
Lishar confirmed this as well.
Lishar slowly approached the sword, grasped it, and pushed it into the sheath—click—the blade and scabbard locked into place.
This too was proof of his direct bloodline.
Which meant Janet, who had drawn this sword, truly was…
“…Genia?”
At Lishar’s dazed call, Janet’s shoulders flinched. She offered an awkward smile, hesitating before nodding.
“Yes. It seems I am Genia-, Lishar, sir?”
Before she could finish speaking, Lishar suddenly pulled her into his embrace. His normally expressionless face was now contorted with emotion.
“You’re alive, Genia. Thank goodness, truly thank goodness.”
Pain and relief, guilt and joy.
A torrent of emotions swirled across his features, and Janet pressed her lips together, gently patting his back in slow, measured strokes.
“Sob… my daughter! My precious daughter!”
The loud weeping echoed beside her ear, and she felt the subtle trembling of his body in her arms.
Surrounded by it all, Janet’s own nose began to sting slightly.
‘…So I had one too.’
A real family. I had one too.
I thought I had little attachment to family, yet now that I held it in my hands, why did it feel so precious and joyful?
A single tear rolled down Janet’s cheek.

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After the situation had calmed somewhat, the four of them sat together and talked.
The Marquis of Byeon gave Janet a brief summary of everything that had happened.
When and where they had lost her.
How much her family had missed her all this time.
He did not omit the fact that they had even established the Information Guild to find Janet.
“Since you have no memories before fifteen, you wouldn’t remember the circumstances of your disappearance either.”
A soft sigh.
At Liam’s question, accompanied by a sniff of his stinging nose, Janet nodded.
“That’s right. It’s only natural. Perhaps it’s for the best—those wouldn’t have been pleasant memories anyway, so what good would recalling them do?”
The Marquis of Byeon, having said so, felt his emotions surge again. The thought of Janet having served as a child soldier in war came to mind.
Imagining his lost daughter struggling to survive in such a horrific place tore at his heart.
And that was far from all.
‘Graham….’
At the mere thought of that family name, which made his teeth grind, Liam’s eyes flashed with a chilling gleam.
How dare they bring my precious daughter into their home and treat her like a slave.
As if that weren’t enough, they had tried to sell her off as the fifth wife of some perverted old man.
‘I will never let this stand.’
Liam was someone who never let go of a target once he had marked it.

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