Reincarnated Maid is About To Be Captured by All Players

When it comes to maids, or even servants in general, the prevailing impression is one of constraint.

This stereotype is not without basis. In reality, the original role of a servant was that of a slave, someone with no freedom who was considered personal property of their master. Even if a master killed a slave, no one would hold them accountable. As time passed and awareness of human rights grew, the definition of a servant began to evolve.

The game is set against a medieval backdrop, but the concept of a maid, in the strictest sense, came into existence after the medieval era. During those times, machinery was not yet advanced, and manual labor was the primary form of work. Given the limited job opportunities for women, many became maids out of economic necessity.

Later, as the demand for manual labor decreased, only wealthy families employed maids.

But regardless of the era, the public perception of servants has remained largely unchanged.

—No one becomes a servant willingly.

Whether it was the lack of personal freedom in the past or the need for survival today, people become servants out of necessity.

Considering my past experiences, this isn’t a biased view. Having lost my parents, I was raised by the Noiman family. To repay their kindness, becoming a servant was the only thing I could do. After entering this game world, as Anastasia, I had no compelling reason to be a servant.

Hegdrifa stared at me intently.

“Although we haven’t known each other for long, it seems to me that your talents are wasted in servitude. You could easily run a small shop and live comfortably, couldn’t you?”

Rather than saying elves love freedom, it’s more accurate to say that no race would enjoy being constrained.

So Hegdrifa genuinely wondered why I didn’t abandon my role as a servant to do what I wanted.

On the Lymoria continent, servants largely come from the lower echelons of society, forced into service by economic circumstances. With no specialized training programs, securing a position in a respectable household is difficult. Generally, being a servant is not a respected profession unless you serve a renowned family or become a royal maid.

“If it’s just for survival… that would be enough,” I said.

“Then why…?”

“Because I like it.”

“What?”

Hegdrifa’s eyes widened. I understood her confusion. Initially, my view of servitude was the same as hers. How could a servant find happiness in dependency?

I answered Hegdrifa straightforwardly.

“Most people think that masters harshly control their servants. But in reality, servants also have their own hopes for their masters. When a servant encounters a master they truly respect, their mindset changes. I love the feeling of being useful to a master I admire. Once you experience that feeling, you can’t let go of that joy, which comes from deep within your soul.”

For me, being a maid is not a demeaning job.

“It’s not that I serve out of obligation, but out of a desire to contribute to the master I love. I willingly stay by their side and serve them.”

Only when one’s mindset changes in this way can they genuinely love this role.

“So, what I desire is not a limitation on freedom.”

Being able to meet such a person (a master) is the ultimate happiness.

“…Have you had a master before?”

Hegdrifa seemed to imply that such an idealistic view was possible only if one had such a master in the past. I also understood how luxurious it was to hope for a master to whom you’d willingly devote yourself.

“Yes. Serving her has been my life’s pride and glory. She taught me that an excellent master should allow a servant to willingly dedicate both body and soul.”

After a moment of silence, Hegdrifa suddenly smiled.

“You talk as if you’ve lived a full life.”

“Um…”

Could I mention that I’ve actually died once?

“What you’re searching for is not someone with the means to employ you, but someone to whom you can willingly offer your loyalty?”

I nodded. If it’s the latter, I would give everything until death do us part.

But since leaving the young mistress, I haven’t met such a person.

Strangely, Hegdrifa seemed to be in a better mood after hearing my answer.

“If that’s how you want to live, then I have nothing more to say. Ah, you can call me Rifa if you like.”

“You change topics so quickly…”

“Here’s another piece of advice. Don’t pursue a relationship with a different race just for the thrill; it could be embarrassing when you present yourself to your master.”

“Shut up…”

I’ve already said I won’t use the Root of the Young Dragon.

Besides, to perfectly perform household chores even when my master puts strange things into my body, my receptivity is at Lv.Max.

That’s just like me.