Chapter 62
Chapter 62
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: Everyone dresses like that??
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"Ehehe. Fun."
Lying in bed and rolling around, I headed to the living room for dinner once evening rolled around. The new house has three rooms—one for Ophelia and one for me.
I wasn't sure what the last one was for. They said it was for taking pictures of me, but nothing had been put in there yet.
"Ophelia, isn't it okay for you to keep wearing that outfit all the time?"
"New garments are on the shopping list, but I'm still deliberating on which ones to purchase."
"I see."
Ophelia did look amazing in her maid outfit, but walking around outside in it every day would definitely draw a ton of stares. As always, it was just me eating dinner and Ophelia watching over me at the table laden with all sorts of dishes.
Mecha-Doggo was wolfing down kibble from its bowl, while Suri was holding some kind of sausage down with one paw and chomping away. Minium wasn't eating anything—instead, it was sitting in mini-Minium mode, meditating. Apparently, the bigger it got, the more mana it consumed.
"Princess. Are you aware of the current follower count on your SNS account?"
"Huh? Right now? Hold on...?"
I grabbed my phone from nearby and checked Instagram. My followers had somehow reached 570,000. Had it climbed that high already? The Desert Mausoleum raid must've really blown up.
Probably because so many people flooded in from that, there were tons of comments asking where that super cool Gundam buddy went, or demanding more pics of the pretty maid lady.
As I scrolled through the comments intently, Ophelia kept things pretty clean overall, but it seemed like a lot of people had complaints.
"Hmm..."
It was probably just one of those side effects of getting famous. Nothing I could do about it. Ophelia didn't do SNS, and Minium didn't have anything photogenic to post anyway.
Actually, looking around, there were a bunch of accounts cropping and reposting Ophelia's photos.
"What do we do about this?"
"We're periodically reporting them to get the accounts deleted, but it seems to stem from a lack of supply meeting the demand."
"Then just have Ophelia post some photos, right?"
"It could harm your efforts to build your reputation, Princess."
"Still, I bet Ophelia pics would be great..."
Ophelia was definitely pretty. And super capable, plus a beast in a fight? She could probably smash a million followers on Insta no problem.
"More followers are good anyway! Ophelia, post some pics! Like... you cook well, so maybe cooking videos?"
"Cooking videos, you say."
I'd come across this thing called Scoop Market while browsing for fun events. You fill a box with jelly and candy, scoop it out, and give it to buyers.
Ophelia was great at desserts—maybe sell tasty ones like that? But what if people overseas wanted shipping?
"Hmm, tricky. But why Instagram?"
"The negotiations with Royal Mayfair, which I mentioned before, wrapped up on excellent terms, so there might be a trip to the UK."
It seemed I'd be featured in a magazine themed around their spring collection, coming out in March.
"Ooh, really? This year?"
"They're aiming to wrap the shoot as soon as possible. Mayfair offered a high sum urgently. It's likely due to the steep growth of your SNS account, Princess."
"Ah."
They wanted to lock me in cheap before I leveled up too much. Before the Desert Mausoleum, they probably thought it was just some cute kid's Insta. Then boom—First Mission participant? And tied to Nova Guild, one of the top Hunters?
Word spread online, and the folks who'd lowballed at 1.2 million for eight outfits panicked and jacked up the price.
"Uh, how much did they offer?"
"Five outfits over three days. 7,700 pounds."
"E-eh...?"
"About 15 million won."
"Holy crap!!!!"
So, just goof around for three days, try on five outfits, flash a few business smiles at the camera, and pocket 15 million won??
Is your money pocket change?? Even for a luxury brand, is throwing cash around like this fine??
"The monetary aspect isn't particularly necessary, but it will greatly boost your prestige, Princess."
"15 million isn't 'not necessary'?? Then why am I scrimping on 500 Robux...?"
Rumor had it they were still selling off bodies from inside the Desert Mausoleum, with settlement money piling up. No clue how much they'd raked in.
But why had I agonized all day over blowing 300 Robux on Dragon Adventures!!
"Hing, Ophelia. Bump my allowance, please."
"How much would you like?"
"Huh, you're actually bumping it?"
I'd just said it offhand, but Ophelia was serious...
"H-half... 500,000 won...?"
"270,000 won."
"Thirty!! Thirty thou— I mean, 300,000!!"
"Understood."
"For real?! Really?!"
A whole 50,000 won extra per month. Probably the highest allowance among kids worldwide. Not that I was a kid, but you get it.
"Wheeehee."
"The UK trip is scheduled for about a week. No firm dates yet, but Mayfair promised full accommodations. We'll set it for a time convenient for you, Princess."
"Ah, um... okay..."
Did I even have anything to worry about? I could jet off right now if they said go.
Life Is Not Ruined: Royal Mayfair << Anyone know this??
Is this brand kinda famous?
Yeah, Arjun had 800 million Insta followers. No idea what advertising on his account would even cost.
Wonder how many Mayfair had.
"What, only 3 million? Kinda underwhelming."
Less than Maxy's 4 million. I'd even posed for pics with Maxy—would this even help their promo?
Still, you couldn't judge the world just by follower counts. The shoot pics were going in a magazine out next March... maybe I'd get some offline promo benefits too.
"If we delay a bit, could we get even better terms?"
"Pushing for more might burden Mayfair and create friction in our partnership. I see this as the best offer."
"Gotcha. Wanna rest a little then head out soon?"
"Understood. I'll inform you once the schedule is finalized, Princess."
This might make the UK my first overseas trip. I'd never left Korea before, so it felt kinda exciting...
No racial stuff in the UK, right? But pretty people got service everywhere, even Asians. Ophelia spoke perfect British English and looked foreign-pretty, so who knew.
"Ehehe."
Models getting flown overseas with bundles of cash? Totally badass vibe. Mood lifted instantly.
—Clack, clack.
"Eh... mornings are so noisy again today..."
—Beep!
"Ah, Mecha-Doggo. What's going on outside?"
A few days of rest meant catching up on Dungeon Management Association news and updates on those shady Khmer-speaking Nguyens. Yesterday, they said the guy was Cambodian, and it was an accident—they'd tried lifting the car and slipped or whatever.
They called me to explain the situation, but I had God-Doggo with real-time recording right there? Sent over the vid of them straight-up using mana to shove it, and Chae-rin unnie was so grateful she gifted me cake vouchers.
—Beep.
"Oh, the TV's here."
9:20 a.m. The technicians must've arrived super early to set up the TV clack-clack. Busy even at year-end.
"U-um... is it okay to go out now?"
I was in my room with guests outside—biggest dilemma: was it safe to emerge? Would Ophelia see my scruffy self and go, "Oh dear, this isn't my daughter, ho ho"?
—Ring ring...
I ended up calling Ophelia, who I'd definitely see outside anyway.
"Princess, are you awake?"
"Ah, Ophelia. Can I come out now...?"
"Yes, it's fine."
"My hair's a total mess right now."
"No need to worry about it."
If Ophelia said it was fine, it was fine. But I felt a bit embarrassed as an adult. Parading in pajamas around people? TV installers were probably dudes.
Luckily, the master bedroom had an attached bathroom. Quick brush at the vanity, wash my face to hide drool streaks, change into a hoodie and leggings—decent enough.
"Good enough. Let's go, Mecha-Doggo."
—Beep!
My throat was parched—I wanted juice. But the TV setup might take a while.
—Creak...
"Ophelia... gasp!"
"Princess, did you cough?"
Ophelia had changed clothes. Right, she'd been mulling outfits a few days back. Suited her perfectly. Probably swapped out the maid dress so the uncles wouldn't stare.
"Whoa. Minium?"
—Clank!
Surprisingly, Minium was handling the TV install, not technicians—nobody'd mentioned any arrivals. Ophelia and Mecha-Doggo too. Minium was hoisting the massive TV one-handed and throwing a thumbs-up.
Shouldn't have psyched myself up solo.
"Sigh... time for cola..."
"Princess, cola on an empty stomach isn't good for you. I recommend a glass of water first."
"Hing, okay."
Ophelia in different clothes was pretty, but felt off somehow.
"Ophelia, did you pick that outfit yourself?"
"I purchased it considering the average attire of parents with children your age in this area."
"Hmm."
Is that so...? No clue.