Reincarnated Maid is About To Be Captured by All Players

In the evening, after completing all my work, I prepare to take my leave.

“Anna, have you decided to go back?”

“I appreciate your kindness, Hohenheim. I will take good care of myself.”

Outside the Anna Support Group’s camp, I bid farewell to Hohenheim.

A few players have discreetly logged in. I’m curious about what’s in the notebook, but since no one is willing to talk, I won’t press the issue.

However, after finding out that I’ve washed their clothes, one person even burst into tears, saying he would treasure the clothes I touched as a family heirloom.

I didn’t wash the clothes for them to be treasured. In the game, clothes not only have a [Durability] attribute but also gradually lose [Charm] due to time and environment. Players generally have a low [Cleaning] skill level, so it’s hard to level up unless they clean a lot. But how many players are willing to focus on cleaning while playing the game?

Regular players have to wash their clothes themselves. Those who are affluent can hire bathhouse workers, and merchants or nobles who can afford servants don’t need to worry about such chores.

My [Cleaning] level is at max. Even the dirtiest rags can be thoroughly cleaned by me. Clothes I’ve cleaned will gain a [Refreshed] effect, giving the wearer a charm bonus.

I didn’t expect them to choose to treasure them; it seems to have backfired.

As for my clothes, they may look the same, but I have dozens of maid outfits stored in my inventory. There are also special versions like the Christmas, swimsuit, and lingerie maid outfits.

Hohenheim has changed into a new set of clothes. I thought he was experienced in this matter, but he was nervous when I had to clean his underwear. After I chose [Quick Clean], he collapsed like a fish that had lost its dream. Sorry, but my Cleaning skill is at max.

I wave goodbye to Hohenheim, who stands at the tent’s entrance, watching me leave.

People say there are no normal people in the Anna Support Group, but after spending time with them, I don’t entirely agree. Hohenheim may have a low [Cleaning] skill but still insists on helping, albeit clumsily. I can confidently say he’s a good person.

They are not as the world says; what they lack is an eye for beauty…

“—Damn it! The strategist wants to secretly stash away the chair Anna sat on!!!”

…The wind is noisy today; I didn’t hear anything.

Walking home, the scenery is the same as in the morning, but my mood has shifted.

Being a maid NPC in a game world is like a cruel joke from above. What’s even more ridiculous is that this virtual world will be my reality from now on.

I’ve been dead in the real world for a year.

I learned a lot about the assassination incident from Hohenheim and others and asked about the servant who protected Miss Noiman. The answers were mostly vague and uncertain. My death didn’t even make the news; it was that insignificant. A few reporters mentioned that a servant had died protecting Miss Noiman in the hospital.

In a year, my body would have been cremated or turned into bones. I can never return to the world I once lived in.

What should I do with the rest of my life on the Limoria continent? Can I find a master worthy of my service in this world that has granted me a second life?

I was taught from a young age: if you can’t offer absolute loyalty, don’t acknowledge that person as your master. I was lucky to have met Miss Noiman from the start and served her till the end of my life.

Servants have the right to choose their masters too.

“…?”

I turn into the forest where I marked this morning. Though it’s getting dark, I notice something unusual.

I don’t have the [Night Vision] racial trait that elves do.

“Blood?”

I see blood on the ground.

While it’s not unusual to find animal blood from hunting, this is human blood.

I summon my weapon, activate my detection skills, and follow the trail of blood.

It looks like a severe injury. If the person is still in the forest, they couldn’t have gone far.

Soon, my detection skill alerts me. Up ahead, there’s a small, frail figure lying on the ground.

I push through the bushes and find a little girl, barely alive, lying in a pool of blood. If there were any predators in this forest, they would have been attracted by the strong smell of blood.

She seems to be conscious. Seeing me, she struggles to crawl away but only manages to move less than 20 centimeters before collapsing, drained of all energy.

What… what’s going on?