Reincarnated Maid is About To Be Captured by All Players

Cleaning up the [Coordinate Marks] left by the adventurers took quite a bit of time.

However, to protect Anna and Lily, such trivial fatigue was hardly worth mentioning.

While moon elves didn't have the setting of bathing in moonlight to replenish energy, moon elves operating at night were indeed more energetic than during the day.

"The trap on the other side was triggered?"

Before Sigrdrífa could catch her breath, she received another signal that a trap had been triggered.

Most of the traps Anna had set were modifications of animal-catching traps based on the [Hunting] skill, not enough to threaten lives, because traps couldn't distinguish whether visitors were adventurers or NPCs.

Another reason was that traps with higher lethality would make quite a commotion, and loud noises at night were very obvious. Having finally found a relatively safe hiding place, they needed at least one good night's rest.

Sigrdrífa's figure quickly darted through the dense forest. Elves didn't need coordinate mark guidance—every tree, every cluster of flowers, every blade of grass would guide elves in the right direction.

Sigrdrífa rushed to the trap trigger location at maximum speed, but found no sign of any intruders.

Had a small animal accidentally touched the trap's trigger? Sigrdrífa didn't dare be careless and seriously searched the area.

What had triggered was a pitfall trap. Anna had shared the trap information with Sigrdrífa, and like a fishing rod that jerked when fish bit the bait, it gave a signal alert when prey was caught.

Before long, Sigrdrífa found the person who had triggered the trap.

It was a lone adventurer... who seemed to have used magic to escape from the pit.

The biggest difference between adventurers and NPCs was that the former all possessed the talent to learn magic. I see, Anna had set up a secondary trap? If prey escaped from the trap, it was mostly through magical power, significantly increasing the probability that their identity was an adventurer.

However, the secondary trap's mechanism made Sigrdrífa frown.

Chains.

The adventurer's neck was wrapped in chains, apparently strangled by them, triggering the [Oxygen Deprivation] negative status and falling into an unconscious stunned state. Even partial transparency wasn't something just anyone could casually learn.

She remembered that the chains were... Anna's weapon?

"I told her to rest properly..."

This wasn't a trap—it was Anna's active attack.

Sigrdrífa showed the adventurer no mercy, aiming for the throat with a fatal strike. Go slowly resurrect. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel·fire.net

After quickly clearing the remaining coordinate marks, Sigrdrífa confirmed there were no other intruders in the area, then returned to the adventurer's corpse and untied the chains, preparing to recover them in Anna's place.

Strange... Anna went back to rest without retrieving her weapon? While that was fine, it wasn't like Anna's style.

Sigrdrífa followed the chains as she recovered them. She knew this was Anna's weapon, but the length far exceeded Sigrdrífa's imagination. Weapons like daggers could be concealed on one's person, and Carol Cat simply carried her unhideable longbow on her back. Items placed in storage space couldn't be retrieved once in combat status—where did Anna usually hide her weapon?

Following the chain recovery to its end, she unknowingly found herself back at their base, with the chain extending from the cabin's window. The total length was estimated to be at least a hundred meters.

But Sigrdrífa's concern wasn't the length.

Anna had... attacked the outside adventurer from inside the room...?

Wait, how was such precise targeting achieved?

Sigrdrífa was completely baffled. However, no matter what, getting up on her own to eliminate enemies was unforgivable. She could have made it back in time to deal with that adventurer herself. If you have [Severe Fatigue], then rest properly.

Sigrdrífa brought the chains and climbed through the window, tiptoeing to the bedside.

Both Anna and Lily were fast asleep, with no signs that either had awakened or moved about.

The evidence was Anna's status—it had recovered from [Severe Fatigue] to [Fatigue]. She had indeed been resting properly.

So that meant...

She had killed that adventurer while sleeping.

Sigrdrífa suddenly felt the urge to flip a table.

—Since Rifa wants me to rest, then resting while keeping watch should be fine, right?

Sigrdrífa could almost hear Anna's response when she questioned her, and at this moment she just wanted to say: Are all maids in the human world monsters?! How exactly do you simultaneously perform the contradictory acts of sleeping and keeping watch?

She was really defeated by her...

Sigrdrífa felt deeply helpless. All she could do was resolve battles more quickly and stop disturbing Anna. She prepared to place the chains back by Anna's pillow, but unconsciously noticed Anna's sleeping face.

Always maintaining composure during the day, wasn't she completely relaxed even while resting? She seemed to remain alert as if ready to respond to sudden situations at any moment, yet was genuinely recovering her stamina.

Her slender eyelashes trembled rhythmically with her breathing, her soft cherry lips like flower petals slightly parted. If one wasn't careful, they'd become entranced watching and forget about time.

But somehow... something felt off?

Was Anna... uncomfortable?

Usually maintaining a perfect posture, she was resting now after all, inevitably relaxing somewhat. Though not obvious, careful observation could indeed detect subtle abnormalities.

Nothing showed on her status panel—it didn't seem like illness.

After a moment's hesitation, Sigrdrífa decided to quietly lift the blanket covering Anna.

The instant she lifted the blanket, the chains made a "snap" sound as they wrapped around Sigrdrífa's wrist.

"Rifa?"

She ended up waking Anna after all. Despite having just awakened from sleep, there was no trace of drowsiness in her voice. It was as if she had directly cast aside fatigue and quickly returned to normal. Just how did she rest? But there was no time to worry about such things now.

"Anna, you..."

On the bed, crimson demonic flowers bloomed in full glory, particularly striking against Anna's fair skin.

Blood.