Chapter 71
Chapter 71
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Did Anything Go Wrong?
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"Tonight, I'll have A-rank and higher hunters patrol the area around here. Just in case any remnants of those terrorists are still out there with a grudge and looking for revenge."
"I see."
"Yes. Still... we'll keep it quiet so the young lady doesn't find out. No need to mention it if it might scare her."
"Understood."
Eve herself had no idea, but just in case something happened, five A-rank hunters from the British Hunter Association had been stationed around Claridges to stand guard for the night.
At that moment, Eve was squeezing out every last bit of her strength in the car, on the verge of falling asleep, desperately trying to post on the Awakening Gallery.
"Ugh... ughhh...."
Eve blinked her eyelids—the heaviest in the world—with great effort, tapping away at her phone's tiny keyboard with her small hands. Inside the warm car with the heater on, after walking all day, her body was exhausted.
The car seat was reclined just five degrees shy of the perfect angle for instant sleep.
Meanwhile, the Awakening Gallery was buzzing with speculation about who had foiled the London Eye terror attack that was dominating the news, online articles, and conversations everywhere.
Dozens of recommendations poured in instantly, and over a dozen related conceptual posts went up, but Eve—on the verge of collapsing into sleep from exhaustion—didn't notice any of them.
Honing her years of gallery skills, Eve hammered out a post with half-closed eyes.
Of course, her mind wasn't trained for gallery posting, so the content was a jumbled mess.
"Ughhh...."
Watching from the side, Ophelia raised her open palm and gently rubbed Eve's face.
Swish swish
"Ugh... ueh...."
"Please rest, Princess."
"Auuu...."
Once her eyelids dropped, Eve slipped into sleep. Surprisingly, it was the first time in ages she'd gone to bed without a bath.
A peaceful noon at Claridges, with the night passing safely without incident.
"Mgyaaaaaaaauuuggggrrrt..!!!!!"
With an enormous yawn, she woke up to find Mecha-Doggo sleeping beside her with ZZZ... floating on screen, her outing clothes neatly folded, and somehow her body changed into pajamas without her remembering.
"Wh-when did we get back..?!"
Her last memories: Turned the London Eye into a golem... Ophelia handled the criminals...? Walked listening to Big Ben's New Year's bells, said final goodbye to Eloise...
"Ah, yeah, we did make it back."
Whatever happened, as long as they'd safely returned to the dorm and she'd slept soundly, that was fine.
Whish whish
"Doggo, wake up. What time did I crash last night?"
Beep...
She grabbed sleeping Mecha-Doggo beside her and shook it. The Z's dwindled one by one as it woke.
"Hm, looks like I slept plenty!"
It was already past noon, so roughly calculating, over 10 hours? She'd been exhausted yesterday, used way too much mana, even got a nosebleed.
"So today is... whoa!!!!"
Thus dawned her morning. Today was January 1st.
"No way! I wanted the first New Year's post...?!"
Beep...
But thinking about it, she was out walking during the bells, so snagging the first post might've been iffy anyway. Holding her phone at midnight on New Year's doing gallery stuff...
"I did that last year and the year before, yeah."
She wasn't in a position to complain.
"Where's Ophelia though...?"
Looking around, no sign of Ophelia. She tried to get up, but in her sleep she'd kicked off her pajama bottoms again. Too cold to leave the blanket, so she just fiddled with Mecha-Doggo beside her.
Once she'd gathered her wits a bit, as she reached for her phone on the nightstand...
"Th-this..!?!"
A Robux gift card. Not 500 or 1000, but 1500 Robux. Probably from Ophelia. Scratching off the back revealed a redeem code.
"Heehee."
Her empty Robux balance shot up to 1500 in an instant. She was now the world's richest. So fun already—what to spend on? Redo her default character stuff she hated, splash a bit on Dragon Adventures and Blade Ball maybe.
"Wait, but seriously, where's Ophelia."
She kept wanting to look for Ophelia, but gallery thoughts and Roblox beckoned. Better call Ophelia first.
"Hello? Ophelia?"
"Princess, have you caught a cold?"
"Nah. Where are you?"
"In a meeting with folks from the British Hunter Association. Discussing yesterday's events."
"Ah... where? Far??"
"First-floor dining hall."
"Far."
Her room was on the fifth floor; going down to the first might be tough. Guess she'd chill with Doggo for a bit.
"New Year's, wonder what the Awakening Bros are up to."
"Whine."
She scrolled slowly through the popular posts, and this one seemed to be about her. Conceptual posts were full of guesses about her ability, most along similar lines.
"Mmha."
There was one type of post perfect for times like this.
Most guessed she was an alchemist, which was close but not quite—sort of similar though? Alchemists were rare too, some making potions or enchanting items.
Others used stone or metal for golems. But those golems were dumb, just repeating actions or patrolling/programmed areas—mostly passive.
Because of Minium and Suri she'd shown before, the consensus was: if she was a golem-making alchemist, she'd be the strongest among current hunters with that job.
"Heeeng, oh really."
There weren't many golem alchemists in Korea, so Eve hadn't known. As the gallery mood soured, the mod declared they'd purge the bait.
The Awakening Bros—naughty and furious—unleashed rage in the comments.
Even after the mod declared a topic switch, skill bait kept coming.
Finally, a rare breed mod emerged for ultra-mega crackdown.
[47(33) Conceptual★] [↓Downvote 4]
"Hmmmmm...."
Posting now would turn it into a hate post... Felt like it'd inflame the main posts again, sorry to the shitpost erasers.
"Who got the first New Year's post...?"
[834(133) Conceptual★] [↓Downvote 51]
"Gasp.."
A mid-battle shot of Utaha unnie's pic snagged the top New Year's conceptual post. Felt kinda sorry even though she didn't do it... Sorry, Awakening Bros are gross!!
To her, it just showed as black. Kinda wanted to see it though.
Ding!
"Ah, Ophelia."
Right then, Ophelia opened the front door, the door lock beeping.
"Princess, how's your body? You used a lot of mana yesterday."
"I'm good! Super duper."
Ophelia nodded in relief, then headed to the unpacked suitcase and started rummaging for clothes.
"Whatcha doing, Ophelia?"
"Princess. Suddenly, we have a schedule. We'll eat there too—is that alright?"
"Schedule?? Where to?"
The clothes in Ophelia's hand: that princess dress she'd made before.
"Eek, why that outfit..?"
"To the British Hunter Association headquarters."
"Whiiiine."
So sudden.