Reincarnated Maid is About To Be Captured by All Players

“Greetings, Captain François. May you be blessed by miracles.”

I respectfully bow to Uncle François. He has a bit of a reputation in Rothschild and Hearst, otherwise he wouldn’t have become the captain of the guards. I heard that Uncle François has participated in numerous wars and is a crusader who returned from the Holy War. The local guards greatly respect him.

Though he’s getting on in years and often talks about retiring, Uncle François’s casual demeanor is just a front; he simply doesn’t want to live a tiring life.

“Haha… God has already blessed me by allowing me to survive so many battles. I don’t ask for much, just a reduction in work hours. Who can withstand a 996 work schedule all day?”

Uncle François jokes, eliciting laughter from the guards behind him. Despite the heavy workload, no one who works under Uncle François has any complaints.

“However, we all know that Captain François always responds eagerly to the Lord’s call. It’s you and the guards who maintain peace in Rothschild.”

Actually, the Kingdom of Mikael isn’t known for its high workload, but recently the situation has been special. The activity of the Undead race is becoming increasingly severe, especially in towns and villages near the kingdom’s border. I’ve been informed about these details by Evan from Smaili.

Rothschild is actually a village situated at a significant distance from the Undead territories. Such high-intensity vigilance can only be described as precautionary. The area patrolled by Uncle François is highly stable, and despite his complaints, he has effectively dealt with the unstoppable adventurers and responded to the Lord’s recent calls without any real grumbling.

“Spare me. The moment a young, pretty girl like you compliments me, my wife is going to pull my ears when I get home.”

François touches his nose and sighs, while the guards behind him join in on the teasing.

“Boss, then let’s spend another night at Hearst’s tavern.”

“Go on, you young rascals taking me to the bathhouse to find girls, you’re not afraid my wife will come after me with a kitchen knife?”

“We’ve been to Hearst’s bathhouse several times, aren’t you guys tired of it? Listen, there’s a hidden place, the girls there have amazing figures…”

“Hey, be serious, Anna is here.”

“Uh… ahem.”

The guards blush and avoid the lively topic.

Actually, I don’t mind at all.

“Captain François, did you enjoy the pastries I baked the other day?”

“Pastries? I didn’t receive any…”

Uncle François glances back, and two guilty-looking guards pretend to admire the scenery.

“You two… fine, you both are responsible for patrol this month.”

“No way, boss.”

“Boss, you might not believe it, but it was Anna’s pastries that went missing first…”

It seems my good intentions did not get through to everyone. Was it my fault for making them too delicious?

Just as the guards are about to create another commotion, Uncle François raises his hand, signaling everyone to calm down.

He usually jokes around, but his leadership within the team is unquestionable.

“Enough nonsense, I came here for a reason.”

Uncle François rarely visits proactively. I heard that occasionally police would come to investigate, and as long as you cooperate, it would be fine.

“Alright, I will cooperate with you, Captain François.”

“No need to be so formal; it’s not a big deal. The other day, Count Montferrat summoned us, saying that a simple investigation is needed. The whole village has been checked, and only your house remains…”

Uncle François takes out something that looks like a wanted poster from his storage space.

The Lemuria Continent lacks photography technology, but there’s a skill called “Imagining” under the daily skill [Drawing]. As the name implies, it allows the artist to recreate what they have in mind almost exactly. Another function resembles sketching criminals based on witness descriptions.

Uncle François shows me the front of the wanted poster.

The girl depicted is disheveled with striking blonde hair and a dirty face, but her features are recognizable. Her eyes are of different colors, and her left eye seems to be blind.

I recognize the girl on the wanted poster.

“Her name is Amalilith. Have you seen her?”

“In reply to Captain François, I have no recollection.”

I gather my wits and answer calmly.

To ensure that I don’t reveal any information harmful to my master, I possess the ability to answer unflinchingly no matter the treatment I receive.

Uncle François taps my shoulder with the butt of his gun.

“I thought so too, but it’s a check we have to do for each household, so…”

“—No way, meow!!!”

“Wait for me~”

“…Oh?”

The usually jovial Uncle François, for the first time, loses all trace of a smile on his face.