Reincarnated Maid is About To Be Captured by All Players

The bed is full of scattered breadcrumbs, but cleaning up isn’t difficult.

The blonde loli’s throat seems to have relaxed considerably. As I clean, she opens her small mouth and awkwardly strings together words.

“An…Anna…s…”

“Anna.”

I finish cleaning the breadcrumbs from the bed and correct her with a smile.

“Everyone calls me Anna; you can call me that too.”

The blonde loli hesitantly nods, so I try to make my tone even softer.

“I’ll go out to buy some food later. Stay at home and don’t move around, okay?”

“Oh…”

The blonde loli looks out the window, her eyes filled with bewilderment at the unfamiliar environment.

“Where is this…?”

“Rothschild.”

“Roth…?”

“It’s perfectly normal if you haven’t heard of it. Rothschild is a small village under the jurisdiction of Count Montefeltro. There are many similar small villages in the Kingdom of Mikael.”

The blonde loli tilts her head, a large question mark forming above it. She probably has no impression of Rothschild at all.

Severely injured, she was found in the forest near Rothschild but knows nothing about the village.

One thing bothered me when I investigated the forest yesterday. The blood trail suddenly appeared, but the surrounding area was undisturbed. There were no signs of a struggle; it clearly wasn’t the initial crime scene.

I have no idea who harmed her, but I can explain the blood trail mystery through my knowledge.

Either it was spatial transfer magic, or a [Scroll] was used.

[Scrolls] are created by magic masters and artisans who have maxed out the “Inscription” skill in the [Scripture] branch. The scrolls allow even those without any understanding of magic to use spells.

However, the high cost of making [Scrolls] is a major issue. Ordinary paper can’t withstand the energy of magic; only the highest-quality paper can. Add to that the fact that [Scrolls] are one-time-use items and their effectiveness is slightly reduced compared to the original spell, their existence is somewhat delicate.

She probably used a [Scroll] inscribed with spatial transfer magic to escape to the forest near Rothschild. But where did she get such a scroll? Her attire doesn’t suggest she’s from a wealthy family that could afford one.

“Rest well. Once you’re better, I can take you around.”

I put my thoughts aside and gently stroke her soft blonde hair with my hand.

She doesn’t swat my hand away—a good sign.

I pick up the tray and prepare to leave the bedroom with the garbage.

As I reach the bedroom door, a tentative, childlike voice calls out from behind me.

“Anna…sister!”

Thud!

Ouch… I hit the doorframe. How could I make such a basic mistake?

What did she just call me?

Anna…sister?

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Kids used to call me ‘big brother,’ and now it’s ‘big sister’? It’s a bit hard to get used to.

But I’ll have to force myself to adapt. My cheeks feel slightly warm, and I can’t tell whether it’s pure embarrassment or the resistance to something important drifting away from me.

“…Do you need something?”

I quickly regain my composure; that was truly uncharacteristic of me.

“I want to…thank the lord of this place…”

The lord?

Ah, she must be mistaken. I’m dressed as a standard maid, and the elegant bedroom suggests the homeowner is of some standing. She probably thinks I’m looking after her on the lord’s orders.

“Only I live here.”

“Eh?”

“I don’t have a master right now; I’m a wild maid.”

“So…it was Sister Anna who saved me?”

“I suppose. When I found you, you were in the forest outside Rothschild, so I brought you here. Don’t worry, there are no bad people in Rothschild.”

My efforts finally bear fruit. The blonde loli, Amalilis—or Lily, hesitates for a moment and finally speaks again.

“Amalilis…”

“Is that your name?”

“Yes.”

“Snapdragon? A beautiful name.”

“You can call me Lily…Can, can I call you Sister Anna?”

You’ve been calling me that already.

With my nod of approval, Amalilis—Lily, finally shows the innocent smile a child should have. But, as if fearing it’s all a dream, her smile fades as quickly as it appeared.

If I had a master, whether or not to extend a helping hand to Lily wouldn’t be up to me. No matter how much I liked kittens or puppies, if the master disliked them, I’d have to set them free or entrust them to someone else.

I would have to be mindful of my actions, always considering and guessing the master’s thoughts and intentions.

If the young lady were still my master, I believe she would approve of my actions.

But when I brought Lily home, I wasn’t thinking from the perspective of serving the young lady.

Saving Lily was my own decision, without anyone else’s interference. It was a personal choice.

For someone who has served as a maid since childhood, it’s quite a novel experience.