Nameless Becomes a Maid
There exists a long-running mobile game that has been out for six years now.
Destiny: Child of Fate.
The game was clearly developed in Korea. Yet it hired Japanese voice actors, layered a heavy Japanese flavor into its story, and left distribution to China—an unusual structure all around. Ironically, that very imbalance kept the operation from tipping too far in any one direction, and so it ran without major trouble for a full six years.
I myself had stuck with it at least through the first-anniversary event.
But then those bastards desecrated my Maid Soul.
It was not long after the first-anniversary event had ended. A summer event opened, and everyone looked forward to limited summer characters in swimsuits. True to expectation, limited swimsuit characters dropped.
"Ugh, a princess like me, reduced to this...! What are you staring at?! Do you want to die?!"
"Nngh... Ugh, all right. For the sake of a noble's example, I'll... I'll do my best..."
And they called that a maid?
Wearing scraps of cloth like that—and calling themselves maids?
What maid in the real world wears a bikini maid outfit? Why would anyone commit such an atrocity...!
I read the event story with cold, steady eyes.
When summer vacation arrived, the "protagonist" and their companions went to the seaside for fun.
There they happened to receive help from an elderly couple—only for debt collectors to approach the couple and demand money.
The righteous "protagonist" party remodeled the couple's shop and opened a maid-swimsuit stall....
No. Seriously?
Did they think this made any sense?
What kind of lunatic debt collectors demand money from an elderly couple right in front of a princess and a noble lady? And then those same princess and noble lady put on maid bikinis?
"This is the heart of a maid...!"
And the moment I heard the noble lady's special attack line, I blacked out.
That is not a figure of speech.
I truly lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling swam into view, and a doctor in glasses greeted me.
But right now, my head felt even more distant than it had then.
Yes, I had become famous working part-time in women's clothes—but only because maid work is a noble and beautiful calling that transcends gender. I never abandoned my masculinity, and I never developed any strange perversion. The very act of putting on a maid's clothes and harboring filthy desire is nothing short of blasphemy.
To look upon a maid with lust is no different from a saint rejecting the burden of sin as he hangs upon the cross and denying the one who is his Father.
I simply sought enlightenment by becoming a maid myself, the way the devout leave on a path of penance of their own free will. I never did it out of anything twisted.
In other words, I neither discarded my masculinity nor held any impure feelings. If anything, my heart was holier and cleaner than anyone else's—because inside it, my Maid Soul was burning.
And yet, for some reason, when I opened my eyes, the masculinity I had lived with all my life was gone.
What is this? Divine punishment from the Maid God for daring to serve as a maid while still equipped with male anatomy?
On top of that, I was inside a dilapidated prison cell, hands and feet bound in iron chains, and in a puddle on the floor, a face I knew from the game was reflected back at me.
"That's... Nameless."
Silver hair. Crimson eyes. Even with wounds all over her body, the bright red blood only made her pure white skin stand out more sharply.
I knew this face. She looked much younger than the version in my memories, but there was no mistaking it. Destiny's ultra-popular character.
Her name was Nameless.
Could you even call that a name? Nameless was only called that because she literally had no name—it was not a true name. But since she was the only character in Destiny referred to that way, Nameless had effectively become her name.
Nameless was a villain boss who appeared in Chapter 2 of Destiny's main story. An executive of the secret organization Path of Void—also known as Yeoro—she infiltrated the academy to abduct the princess. At first she played the innocent, building friendship with the protagonist's party, only to later crush them with overwhelming force and kidnap the princess. Thanks to the homeroom teacher and the protagonist, she was eventually defeated and imprisoned as a captive beneath the academy.
I did not know much about what happened after that. When I quit, only Chapter 3 had been released, and Nameless only showed up briefly in flashbacks whenever Yeoro was mentioned.
The one thing I did know was that her looks, her presence, and her voice actor's passionate performance had made her enormously popular. I had even heard that right up to the fifth anniversary, players begged for her to be made playable. When she finally dropped as a fifth-anniversary limited festival character, not only the Destiny gallery but other galleries lit up as well—mostly comics-related boards arguing whether a crime-organization girl like Nameless was a virgin or not. Those idiots debate the Virgin Mary's virginity too, so best to ignore them.
Anyway, Nameless was not just a Destiny favorite; otaku of every stripe loved her as a group, and I myself had thought well of her. More precisely, I had looked at her and felt regret.
A lofty appearance without a single dirty corner. Always putting the mission first, ready to sacrifice everything for it. Ah—why was talent like that never a maid? And why set a powerhouse who could protect her master with overwhelming force as a mere assassin?
If I had been the boss of Yeoro, I would have raised Nameless as a maid on the spot, not an assassin.
The real problem was Destiny itself, that trash game. In six years of anniversaries, not a single real maid character—just four harlots who stole the name of maid. My fury over that fact led me to send the company a 57,000-character email and to hold a one-person protest for a hundred straight days demanding an explanation for the maid bikinis, until I was sued for obstructing business. That was simply the natural course of events.
"Good heavens."
The moment my thoughts reached that point, a shock like lightning splitting my skull hit me—worse than when my master drove a knife into my stomach.
I had been babbling all sorts of nonsense, doing everything I could to deny reality, but no matter how I spun it, one fact was certain: I had possessed the young Nameless.
And Nameless was the most perfect maid material in the world.
Ah—my Maid Soul is thrashing inside me.
So that was it.
Everything had been for this....
All this time I had thought I was being punished for the sacrilege of a mere human like me wearing a maid's clothes and acting as one. But no. This was the Maid God's grace—and a trial sent to me.
The Maid God has commanded me to turn Nameless into the most perfect, magnificent maid in the world.
Nameless becoming a maid... a maid...
This is... this is truly... truly... magnificent...❤
"What are you thinking so hard about, M?"
While I was answering the Maid God's call and swearing a deep vow upon my Maid Soul, a rough boy's voice reached me through the iron bars.
"Seven."
"Hoh. So you've finally come to."
From the darkness, a young man dressed like a samurai stepped into view and looked at me with open curiosity.
Yeoro assigns its executives numbers from one to ten, and the subordinates beneath them letters of the alphabet. The boy in front of me was the executive who held the number seven—Dante.
There had been a note that Dante was not his real name either, but he treated it like one. When he first appeared a moment ago, I had almost called him Dante out loud. People of Yeoro, however, address one another by their assigned codenames as a rule. If I had used his name, he would have sensed something off.
"Where... is this?"
"Hmm. You don't even remember? Well, no wonder—you went that berserk."
Berserk? Memories?
What was he talking about?
"Hey, hey, don't glare at me like that. We didn't chain you up like this because we wanted to."
Dante cut through the bars and the shackles binding me with his sword.
"Hm? You've got a face full of things you want to say. Got a question for me?"
"This cell and these shackles aren't disposable. Why did you destroy them?"
"What?"
"You were the ones who locked me in here, and you are the ones who want to take me out, are you not? Naturally you would have the key. So why smash things beyond any further use?"
For a moment, Dante was speechless. He had clearly expected questions about where this was and what had happened—so why the sudden lecture?
He almost answered that he had smashed the bars and shackles because it was "cool," but he never let those words leave his mouth. Saying that out loud would not have been cool.
"No matter how wealthy a person may be, one must know how to conserve money and goods. This is a mai—"
"Mai...?"
"Ahem. Basic common sense as a human being."