Reincarnated Maid is About To Be Captured by All Players

Not just Uncle François, but also the well-positioned guards behind him lost their carefree attitudes. Those who didn’t see the situation lowered their heads to whisper with those who grasped the truth, subsequently gripping their weapons tightly.

The main gate of the mansion is quite spacious, which is normal. This villa in Rothschild is a private residence, and the entrance naturally has to be grand. I haven’t fully opened the gate, but with my height of 160 cm, there’s no way I could block a group of tall, strong men.

“What is it, Anastasia?”

“Yes.”

“Although I may not have any special talents, I’ve accumulated decades of experience. I have a good eye for people, and you’re a pretty good girl.”

“…”

“People are not saints; who can be without fault? Over these decades, I’ve made my fair share of mistakes. Sometimes people make mistakes unknowingly; it can’t be helped.”

Uncle François says, suggesting that ignorance is no crime.

“We will help you.”

So, please move aside.

A guard softly agrees with a “yes,” his words fading in the wind. The other guards look at me, waiting for my response.

If I admit that I took in Lily without knowing the circumstances, Uncle François and the others won’t make things difficult for me. If things go awry, they will defend me.

Although Uncle François isn’t a high-ranking official, as a returned Crusader, his promises and assurances carry weight.

…The condition is that I hand over Lily.

I re-examine the wanted poster. According to the severity of the crimes committed, wanted posters are graded. Lily’s poster offers the highest reward. Whoever wants to capture Lily considers her a significant threat. Otherwise, they wouldn’t bother to search every household in an insignificant village like this. If it weren’t important, they’d just wait for a bounty hunter or witness to report her.

“Replying to Captain François.”

I bow calmly.

“Anna has not seen the girl you are looking for.”

The rhythm of François’s shoulder-tapping stops.

Thinking about it, the moment I opened the front door to greet Uncle François, I had already fallen into a trap.

Uncle François isn’t just here to ask questions; he will search the house. I failed to hide Lily in advance, losing my best option from the start.

But I won’t give up on Lily.

As I respectfully refuse Uncle François, I have summoning chains hidden in my sleeves.

Escaping head-on is risky. Rothschild is a safe zone. Besides, Lily is a wanted criminal, which is an unfortunate fact. François could invoke his special authority within the safe zone to weaken my abilities.

Thus, to make amends, I should use spatial magic to teleport Lily and me out of Rothschild and then find a way to escape elsewhere.

However, the fate of my other household members, like Heddrifa and the cat Carlo, could be problematic if I take them… four people in total… not ideal. The distance will be significantly shortened, and I might even need a very short incantation as a prelude to skill activation.

As the user of the [Spatial Transfer] skill, I must be present during the transfer. It’s not realistic to send Lily alone.

François slowly adjusts his gun, still appearing casual but actually flawless in defense. He’s serious now.

It’s as if the air is filled with the scent of gunpowder, just waiting for a spark to ignite.

“—Hold on.”

Among the players outside the fence, who are unaware of the situation, a stranger, a male player, steps forward.

He seems to have just arrived but is heading straight for this mansion.

The man is elegantly dressed in expensive high-end shirts and vests, designed specifically for people of status and position—a nobleman’s cloak. The only thing not matching the noble style is the lack of tight noble trousers, probably uncomfortable for a player.

François looks surprised.

“You are…”

“Baron Trafalgar of Hearst.”

Hearst? The neighboring barony of Hearst?

Trafalgar shows his [Coat of Arms] to François. In the game, only nobles possess a unique [Coat of Arms], essentially a special magic in the form of a unique heraldic design. Anyone with a title or who is a part of a noble household has the right to display their coat of arms, effectively preventing imposters.

François scratches his head in confusion, unable to understand the meaning of Trafalgar’s sudden intrusion.

I feel the same, but Trafalgar soon produces a document.

“I apologize, but this courtyard is now my private villa, so please leave.”

I quickly skim through the content of the document. It’s a completed property deed stating that the private villa in Rothschild has been fully purchased by Baron Trafalgar of Hearst. From now on, it will be personal property under the name of Baron Trafalgar.

Wait, what?

I’ve lost my home? Where will Lily and I, left alone in the world, live?