Greetings, Automata Maid

their identity in most cases.
It is criminalized, but there are always cases popping up everywhere.

“The issue is that they couldn’t catch all the perpetrators, and some might have escaped to the town here.”
“That sounds dangerous.”

I know there’s a proper procedure for finding and shutting down those kinds of operations, but it’s also hard to catch all the members of underground organizations like that.

On top of that, whenever some are found, the entire town can feel unsafe for a while.
Though everything always calms down once everyone is captured and the streets are safe again.

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“So I decided that it was best to stay away from the town for the time being, and bought a lot.”
“I see.”

I nod hearing her reasoning, and begin sorting everything she bought.

“Ah, I should also tell Olivia to not go to the town.
Just continue working here while I go.”
“Understood.”

I continue sorting the groceries while Ophelia leaves the kitchen.
Around half of the meat should be fine to store in the freezer, and some vegetables and fish can be stored in a dry and fresh place.
While I continue thinking where to put everything, Ophelia comes back.

“Natalia!”

She looked somewhat worked up.

“Olivia has-!”

Ophelia pushes a letter onto me, which was written in shaky and unsteady letters.
‘I’m going outside to pick flowers.
I’ll return before the sun sets, so don’t worry about me.
Oliva.’

Picking flowers?!

Is that what she was talking about earlier?!

“I heard some of the illegal slave traders might be hiding in the forest too… Natalia, I’ll go look for Olivia so you watch over the house!”

Not listening to me, Ophelia runs out of the house.
I guess I’ll have to wait here for them to return then… …I could never.

Why had Olivia gone picking flowers? Because I told her such a stupid excuse.
Because she wanted to show a lot of flowers to a stupid puppet like me2.
Because of me.
It was my fault3.
And I was going to stay home without assuming responsibility? Never.

Maybe she was safe, maybe I was worrying for nothing, maybe it was a needless panic.
That would be best, I might look like a fool, I don’t care if that happens though.
But if something happened to her and I sat here doing nothing, then I would be a useless puppet.
A tool that can’t think for itself.

But I’m me, not a tool.
I don’t know what’s outside.
And I might be weak.
But I don’t care.
Those aren’t reasons to stay back and do nothing.

“Wait for me, Olivia.”

Your beloved maid automaton will look for you!

References

Robinxen: Ah yes, I casually find those on my shopping trips as well. Robinxen: Woah slow down dude. Robinxen: Yeah not really, the conversation implied going together.
And even if you hadn’t had that conversation she may have gone out for other reasons.