Wanted: The Maid Who Heard the Quiet God

Nao froze when the tea tray tipped in front of the whole hall. The laugh that followed hit harder than the spill. She had spent years hearing the quiet god of forgotten rooms and reading the past use of every space by touch, but that day her own hands shook. Itsuki, the rival butler from the other school, cut her down in public and made her look useless. He had a reason, a wound, and a pride that would not bend. Nao still had to work with him after the humiliation, because the school was hiding something in plain sight. A wax-sealed envelope waited on her shelf. A worn school satchel with both their names sat in the library. The first time he called her by name in a private courtyard, she co...