Reincarnated Maid is About To Be Captured by All Players

The appearance of Hohenhiem and the others successfully intercepted Grumman of the Black Eagle Mercenary Group, and we continued our desperate flight. I quietly glanced at Baron Trafalgar and Sigrdrífa—both their faces were filled with exhaustion.

Moreover, despite escaping death twice, none of us felt much joy.

Everyone probably realized it—what we lacked was a truly safe place to stay.

Sir Ivanhoe and Hohenhiem's group risked their lives to help us escape, but we couldn't find anywhere safe.

Like a terminally ill patient with no cure, all doctors could do was help the patient struggle on as long as possible.

"Here they come again."

Sigrdrífa reminded us with a bitter smile. The Black Eagle Mercenary Group's pursuers were once again biting at our heels.

I believed in Sir Ivanhoe and Anna's Support Group's abilities—they would definitely hold off the enemies they faced. The ones pursuing us were the third wave of Black Eagle Mercenary Group adventurers.

The second-strongest mercenary organization in the Kingdom of Michel after the Rhodes Mercenary Group—such was how people evaluated the Black Eagle Mercenary Group. Indeed, they weren't on the same level as the guild organizations we'd encountered before.

"Sorry, maybe breaking through under the cover of night wasn't the right decision..."

"Don't say foolish things," Baron Trafalgar responded. "With the encirclement already formed, it was just a matter of when we'd encounter them. The longer we waited, the denser their numbers would become. Meeting them early is a good thing."

"But..."

But in truth, we were being driven into a dead end.

The Black Eagle Mercenary Group was like zombies in endless mode—defeat one wave and another comes, truly never-ending.

Christiana once said Anna's Support Group conservatively numbered over ten thousand people, and the Black Eagle Mercenary Group had even larger numbers. Since this was a game where sheer numbers were truly effective, this outcome was only natural.

"Hey, moon elf, can you ride a horse?"

"Ride a horse? I do know some riding skills... What are you planning?"

After getting Sigrdrífa's reply, Baron Trafalgar immediately reined in his horse.

"I'm temporarily transferring the mount's usage rights to you."

I looked behind us—we had just crossed a river.

There was only one bridge over the river. If we cut that bridge, using the terrain should buy us some time.

Continuing to run might get us caught, since although the Black Eagle Mercenary Group's mounts weren't as good as the legendary steed, they were still in peak condition with plenty of stamina for sprinting.

"I'm skilled with wind elemental magic, so I'll disrupt the water flow and try to delay them. At least their mounts definitely won't be able to cross."

Baron Trafalgar shattered the wooden bridge over the river with one sword strike.

"My condition isn't very good. If they also have someone specializing in wind elemental magic, that'll be troublesome, so I can't guarantee how long I can hold them off."

"Sir Trafalgar, you..."

On the opposite bank of the river, pursuers' figures had already appeared.

"...Please take care."

[Anastasia's affection toward "Baron Trafalgar" +1]

I could only condense all my mixed emotions into those three words. Even with the terrain advantage, Baron Trafalgar, afflicted with the fatigue debuff, couldn't delay them for long, yet he still decided to stay behind.

Sigrdrífa was an elf—though her riding level wasn't particularly skilled, she had natural affinity with animals. With the rider change, the legendary steed showed no agitation.

I also placed Carol Cat on the horse's back and continued fleeing forward, suppressing my concern about the sounds of fighting echoing behind us.

Where exactly... was our destination...?

Even with Baron Trafalgar blocking the pursuers from behind, we still couldn't completely shake off the Black Eagle Mercenary Group.

"There's an ambush...!"

Sigrdrífa and I shouted simultaneously to warn each other. Sigrdrífa's natural protection should be more sensitive to danger than mine… Was it because fatigue reduced the efficiency of receiving danger warnings from nature? Follow current novᴇls on nοvelfire.net

Over a dozen black-clad adventurers flashed out from the forests on both sides. They might have been notified by the Black Eagle Mercenary Group through private messages or some other means. There could be their ambushes throughout the forest or maybe ran into a random squad.

I hurled chains at the nearest black-clad figure, but the severe fatigue debuff indeed affected my attack speed. The black-clad person tilted their head slightly, dodging the chain's first strike. I then swung the chain, wanting to severely injure that guy's head, but the chain passed straight through.

Partial phasing... Not good, these adventurers are highly trained...

I unhesitatingly threw chains backward. Sigrdrífa had to protect both Lily and Carol Cat and was completely overwhelmed.

"Anna?!"

The chains formed a huge cocoon, protecting Sigrdrífa and the others within it.

This was also to avoid causing friendly fire. The moment the shelter formed, harsh magical sound flowed from my throat.

Sonic skill, [Requiem]—a magic skill with armor penetration. The closer the distance, the higher the damage, and it causes brief stunning effects.

Although I was in a severely fatigued state, I could at least handle target practice.

I leaped into the air, chains spreading in all directions, precisely piercing through each black-clad person's chest.

"Phew... Safe now..."

I released the chain protection, but suddenly another assassin jumped out from a nearby bush.

They used camouflage items?! Did they deliberately avoid acting with their other companions to prevent accidents...!

The black-clad person drew a dagger aimed directly at Lily, but their movement suddenly halted.

In their abdomen—a huge scythe had pierced through their body.

"Cough...?!"

"I really can't understand what big sister sees in you..."

A clear, pleasant voice of an unfamiliar girl rang out. The scythe's owner also appeared—emerging from the black-clad person's shadow.

Like me, a girl dressed in maid attire.