Every Loli Maid in My House Is World-Ending

Allen transmigrated into the body of a frontier baron. His territory was so poor even the mice had moved away. The System told him, “Collect seven maids representing the seven deadly sins, or you won’t survive the winter.”

The first maid was found in a pile of corpses. Red hair, scarlet eyes, and a sword taller than she was.

“Come with me. Food and lodging included.”

“How many meals?”

“Three. Plus a late-night snack.”

“I’m in.”

The second was a little monster from an underground casino. Blonde, green-eyed, and willing to work for an annual salary of one silver coin. She erased fifteen years of deficits from Ashen Territory, and then cut Allen’s dinner budget in half for good measure.

The third was bought at an auction. Silver hair, cat ears, and asleep for twenty hours a day. Allen spent his entire fortune to buy her freedom. She opened one eye and said, “You spent too much.”

The entire continent thought Ashen Territory was a good-for-nothing backwater. When the Church came to test it, their verdict was, “Magic power: zero.”

They didn’t know that each of the seven little girls was a calamity steeped in sin. The one who chased butterflies had bitten a mountain to pieces yesterday. The one who did the accounts could pierce dragon scales with gold coins. And the cat who was always asleep: when she opened her eyes, time belonged to her.

Allen leaned back on an old sofa and said to the System, “Didn’t you say the seven deadly sins would be hard to collect?”

The System was silent for a long time.

“You call this collecting? They’ve decided to stay and won’t leave.”