My Servant Is An Elf-Knight From Another World

Chapter 12

Before I knew it, six days had already gone by in the blink of an eye. Four days since Amanda's disappearance. Of note, nothing particularly eventful had transpired recently, at least not anymore near my vicinity.

I wish I could say the same for everybody else.

Six days. Six missing people.

It was almost routine by now to be scrolling away online only to find yourself reading a news article about the latest victim to have gone missing.

As a result of this, Ash, the ever precarious knight she was, had barred me from making any more trips to the store, or anywhere outside actually. Basically I'm on house arrest.

"But food," I argued.

"I shall tend to it myself," She said with firm resolve.

So long story short, Ash was now in charge of the grocery shopping and let me tell you... she was actually surprising adept. Well... she was eventually.

'Course day one had its fair share of bumps on the road but overall, she knew what she was doing. That is if you don't account for the fact that 50% of the stuff she has gotten were cereal brands.

The other 50%? Chocolate milk.

I blame myself for this.

"I even gave you a list this time!" I exclaimed on the second day, upon her return from getting us dinner.

She fished out a box of coco puffs from the plastic bag. "Yes, well, I have decided that some initiative was desperately in need. Your list was well... ah, there were some listed that I, uhh..."

"You didn't understand any of it, did you?" I let out a deep sigh.

"Ahh, but I understood 'can of tuna'," she said, beaming proudly, and handing me a can she plucked from the bag. "See?"

"Tuna, yes... one problem though," My sighs only grew deeper as I held out the can in front of me. "You got the one for cats."

She paused, a new carton of chocolate milk in hand, and frowned. "What's the difference?"

"We're not cats."

By the time the third day rolled around, she had finished revising the dictionary, encyclopedia, and was given an exam about which product is what. Needless to say, she hasn't made a single mistake since.

Still, that didn't stop her from getting the occasional cereal now and then. I think she might have a problem.

Seventh day now, seventh victim. People were getting paranoid, police were desperate for clues, and warnings had been issued to not wander out in the streets for so long or unaccompanied.

Every case shared the same similarities with Amanda. The victim lived alone, their house would be broken into, a mess would be left in the aftermath, and everybody else nearby... well, would not see nor hear a single thing, not until it was too late anyway.

Forums on the internet centered around where I lived would discuss on end about what could cause this strange happenings. Many outlandish theories, many nutjob conspiracies.

I saw a comment once.

<<It's almost like magic.>>

And that's the closest anybody has ever gotten.

I kept the detectives card by my bedside table even though I knew I couldn't really help out. Just in case.

What can I do? Ring her up one day and just flat out say, "It's magic, man," then hang up?