"Well then~~ Any other questions?"
May, the receptionist, pushed the glasses hanging on her ear and asked everyone present with a kind smile.
Vice President Brin had briefly inford Yvonne and Elsa about tomorrow's eting place before diving into the library, leaving the task of guiding the newcors to Miss May.
Fortunately, Miss May was a very approachable person. Unlike the often inscrutable Vice President, she seed to be the type who was easy to get along with, diligent and humble, giving a sense of reliability.
"Miss May—I have a question."
One of the male mbers raised his hand,
"Ah, please go ahead!"
"When will our ntors arrive?"
"Yes, and why are there so few people in the society today?"
"We won't be expected to complete bounty missions by ourselves tomorrow, right? What if sothing goes wrong?"
As complaints arose one after another, Miss May's smile stiffened on her face,
Those willing to stay were mostly due to the reputation of "Myriad Leaves Gold", after all, this was one of the top magic guilds in the capital.
But now all they could see were so clerks scribbling commission letters at their desks. As for those rumored powerful magic users, so far they had only seen Vice President Brin, whose attitude was poor and seed quite unreliable, inevitably raising doubts.
"I apologize—This is the peak season for commissions... Other mbers are very busy, so there aren't many people who can stay at the headquarters. The ntors for the other two groups will et everyone tomorrow."
Miss May clasped her hands together, apologizing sincerely and assuring them that experienced mbers would be arranged to lead them tomorrow.
"I ca for the President, when will we get to see them~~!!"
"—I'm very interested too!!"
The President of "Myriad Leaves Gold" had always been a mysterious figure. So said it was an elderly person with silver hair, nearing seventy; others claid 'she' appeared to be a very young woman; and so said the President was a strong, robust man.
There were several rumors just about the appearance alone,
...I didn't expect there to be such an urban legend-like existence.
Yvonne felt curious, and now that it was ntioned, she beca interested too.
However, Miss May closed her eyes and shook her head, delivering information that disappointed everyone:
"I'm sorry... I've been here for three years and haven't seen the President in person either..."
...Is it that exaggerated??
This made Yvonne even more curious.
"Alright—"
After ending the Q&A session, Miss May clapped her hands,
"That concludes the newcor guidance~~~ Please rest well today—Official commissions will start from tomorrow! I hope everyone can demonstrate their strengths in 'Myriad Leaves Gold'!!"
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Even with magic applied to make it float, it's still... a bit... heavy...
"So heavy..."
After moving just one layer, Yvonne felt her arms aching.
These two wooden crates stacked together must weigh at least 100 pounds.
Perhaps I should have called Elsa to help...
No, no, no... with her small fra, she probably couldn't even move one crate?
The two were assigned different rooms, but fortunately, they were next to each other, making communication convenient.
The allocated guild apartnt rooms were freely usable, but apart from so long-term old mbers and new mbers like herself and Elsa who ca from afar, most others had better accommodations.
After all, they're all nobles...
'Magic education' aid at the elite was originally exclusive to nobles and wealthy rchants,
Even with a talent for controlling elents, relying on self-study to master the use of magic without systematic training was too far-fetched.
Just being 'able to use magic' divided the people of this country into different classes.
While magic sounds romantic, it undoubtedly exacerbated the disparities in this country.
...I should just focus on moving these crates.
Carrying the crate to the second floor, Yvonne unexpectedly encountered the girl who had caught her attention earlier.
Eh?
Does a forr young lady also stay in such pre-allocated apartnt rooms like herself...
Don't her family object?
The situation for males was slightly better, having relative freedom, but generally, noble-born young ladies were kept indoors until marriage,
Even if they went out, they would be heavily guarded, aning no personal space at all. Yvonne had experienced such a period, so she understood well,
If not for being exiled, participating in guild activities like this would have been an unthinkable freedom for her forr self.
...Co to think of it, she's truly a beautiful woman.
Although she knew Elsa would scold her for letting her eyes wander, that noble young lady unconsciously attracted Yvonne's gaze
It wasn't attraction in a sexual sense, but as a human with aesthetic appreciation, beautiful things always had an extra appeal. She wasn't looking with ill intentions, but with an attitude of admiration.
...Although her girlfriend definitely wouldn't accept this explanation either,
But speaking of which... this child is really tall.
She had thought her own height was relatively tall among girls, but that person seed even taller than her,
Most importantly, her figure was also very good—
Not the overly thin figure of young ladies that would make one worry if they've eaten properly, but a very healthy, beautiful, and proportionate body type.
The fabric used in noble clothing was much softer and form-fitting compared to the coarse linen of commoners. The light dress she wore adopted a waist-cinching design, further accentuating her body's curves,
It was evident she had undergone so training, which was rare for girls like this, so Yvonne really wanted to have a good discussion about exercise techniques with her.
However, unlike the half-blurred feeling of eting Shirushi again after a long ti, Yvonne felt this person's back view was very familiar, which also made her very curious.
The familiar feeling was on the tip of her tongue, yet there was a sense of incongruity that prevented her from saying this person's na.
No... it couldn't be, after all, 'she' is...
"Excuse ...?"
Coming to her senses, this tall and beautiful noble young lady was already standing in front of her.
...Not good!
Yvonne panicked for a mont,
Did she stare too long and get noticed?
That would be truly embarrassing—
As Yvonne was pondering how to apologize.
The other person spoke first.
"It's been a long ti, Yvonne."
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