She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Chapter 208: Fame (1)

Chapter 208: Fame (1)

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After a night at the luxurious inn, Mira woke up and after a short struggle to get out of bed, she went to the toilet, and then took a morning bath to fully shake off her drowsiness. Now she was having breakfast.

?Meat is really the best, nothing beats meat.?

Her breakfast consisted of consomme soup, fruit juice, and some sandwiches as the main dish. There was roasted beef, cheese, tomato, and lettuce in them, bathed in a basil sauce, making for a hefty breakfast. It was all according to Mira’s order when she booked the room.

Considering a night cost 150,000 Rils in that room, being able to place requests to the head chef for breakfast was expected. After dinner the night before, Mira had used that to request the same roasted beef she had just eaten. As a result, it was incorporated into the sandwiches she got.

?I can’t say I’ve ever tasted such a delectable sandwich before.?

Mira devoured the first one in an instant, and muttered happily as she reached for the second one. The sandwiches were not just held between pieces of bread, but the cheese, tomato, and lettuce was also held between the beef. It was clear that no expense was spared with using as much of that exquisite meat as was possible. She still had two sandwiches left, which had beef and lettuce like the first one, but the rest of the ingredients were different. The cheese was switched for cream cheese, one had eggs, or sauteed mushrooms, overall giving each a distinct flavor, which was an excellent way for Mira’s day to start.

Eventually she was done eating breakfast, so she headed to the front desk to check out, then climbed onto Pegasus and flew to the Adventurer’s Guild.

That part of the city was filled with adventurers, even in the early morning. The building was crowded, each adventurer seemingly having something different to do there. But Mira did not have any business like that there.

She glanced at the bustling adventurers while she navigated through the crowd, going to the Recycling Box placed in a corner of the building.

?This is always important.?

Mira spoke to herself with unconcerned virtue, placing the Ancient Underground City permits she had used into the Recycling Box. That prompted the image of a young girl to appear and say ‘Thanks for your support.’ No matter how many times Mira watched that, it still felt like alien technology.

It was unusual to hear the Recycling Box’s voice so early in the morning, so a number of adventurers turned to look at her and then began murmuring. They were discussing if Mira could be the Spirit Queen, prompting even more people to look at her.

At first, the story was that the Spirit Queen was a gorgeous lady, but then the truth came out that she was actually a really cute girl. That fact quickly spread while Mira was inside the Ancient Underground City. Now, a lot of people recognized her, saying things like ?There she is!?, ?So that’s the Spirit Queen,? or ?She looks so sweet.?

(Heh, now I’m a famous adventurer like Sero too!)

Feeling all those adoring stares fueled Mira’s vanity, so she turned around imposingly as if declaring that yes, she was in fact the Spirit Queen. All that accomplished was to draw even more attention to herself though.

Many adventurers approached her and inundated her with questions, asking about her past adventures, how she got to meet the Spirit King, what she thought of Jack Grave, who fought alongside her, if she had really declined an invitation from Eleonora, if she had heard of the card game Legend of Astelia, that a fan with the initials M.T. had left a gift for her but they did not know which Union branch to send it to, or what color her panties were.

?…I’m sorry, but I have urgent business to attend!?

She quickly was overwhelmed by all the questions, so she used Sky Stride to leap above the crowd of people and escape. But there was one question she could not let go of, so she replied, ?Send it to the Union in Lunatic Lake.?

?Got it!?

One of the workers’ voices was heard, while the other adventurers began to lament her departure. Some also began to praise Mira’s form as she jumped through the air, and there was one who grinned happily after obtaining the best reply he could get, muttering ?Light blue, huh,? while looking up.

?Whew, barely a week has passed since then, but things have already changed a lot.?

Either the proper information had finally reached all the way here from Sentopolly, or what she said the day she arrived here had worked, or maybe both. Regardless, the public’s image of the Spirit Queen being a peerless beauty of perfect proportions had vanished, and now they properly expected her to be Mira.

?That’s still rather cumbersome though, all things considered.?

Being famous also made regular life a bit trickier. But at the same time, being showered in praise and attention had felt gratifying, and filled Mira with a sense of superiority. That one sentence also kept repeating in her mind.

(I even have proper fans now, I’ve really made it in life!)

Mira walked away proudly, singing her own praises in her mind.

Feeling like she was gaining recognition again, Mira also felt like the day summoners would resurrect was also drawing near, which brought a smile to her lips. Dreaming about that, she headed to the parking lot next to the building.

The parking lot housed both horse-drawn wagons and more specialized ones. The horses were kept in a stable separate from the parking lot though, and they were less numerous than the wagons. Essentially that highlighted just how many spellcasters opted to use necromancy to create towing golems to travel.

Wagons were an important commodity for adventurers, as well as a bit of a status symbol. On top of being expensive, they also carried an inherent maintenance cost, so they were not something a run-of-the-mill adventurer could own. Usually adventurers who usually traveled as a group would designate them as their first major investment though.

Overall, wagons did not only exist as a convenience, but also as a way to show one’s wealth and steady income.

There was a large number of such wagons gathered in this parking lot now. In other words, there were at least that many adventurers with the means to own a wagon visiting the city.

(All the wagons looked same-y before, but here they’re far more varied and customized.)

After presenting her slip with her registration number, a worker of the lot guided her to her wagon. Along the way, she continuously examined the wagons they passed by.

Mira’s wagon was kept in the roofed area which was exclusive to high level adventurers, but to get there they had to go across the more common roof-less area. There most of the wagons looked like regular horse-drawn carriages, which Mira felt was typical for fantasy adventurers.

But when they reached the roofed area, each wagon seemed to be unique.

Each seemed customized to their owner’s needs, some more focused on living space, a reinforced exterior, or better maneuverability in rough terrain. They were all custom-built, enhancing the sense of luxury each carried. But even then Mira’s wagon, equipped with a top harness to be carried around the air, stood out from amongst all of them. That had caught the attention of other adventurers staying at the parking lot too, who wanted to see the owner of such a peculiar wagon.

(Alright, I’ll have to check if the communications device works first…)

After thanking the worker who guided her there, Mira quickly climbed inside her wagon to escape the eyes of adventurers. As soon as she closed the door behind her, she began checking out the device.

The black box housing the device was inside the closet, and it seemed to be fixed in place since she could not pull it out. So she had to hunch over and slip her upper body inside the closet to examine it from closer, while relying on the light from Concept Arts. That position left her underwear completely exposed to anyone who tried looking through the window, but Mira obviously did not care about that whatsoever.

She took the black lid off and threw it away carelessly, leaving the black device exposed underneath.

The receiver was there too, so hoping things would be as convenient as with Kagura, she held it up to her ear.

?Heyyy, Solo-?

Before she could finish saying Solomon, Mira realized something and quickly hung up. If the call did reach Solomon, she would have to report state secrets.