Grandmaster's Embarrassment
Led by Xiao Wu and Xiao Xue, Frieren left the large Castle where she had lived for several years.
The Royal Capital was a magnificent sight. The streets were bustling with traffic, and the flowers and plants along the roadside were kept in enclosures. Pedestrians crossed the zebra crossings in an orderly fashion, and traffic lights controlled the movement of vehicles.
"Ah, the Royal Capital in my dreams is so beautiful."
Frieren, traveling alone to the Magic Continent Association, couldn't help but sigh. Following the nearby road signs, she arrived at a large building that was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar. The sign for the Magic Continent Association made Frieren stand there for a long time, stunned.
"This change is too drastic."
Frieren exclaimed in surprise. Compared to the Magic Continent Association she had left, the Magic Continent Association in this dream was a deluxe version of the previous one. There were more than a dozen potted plants with golden oranges hanging in front of the door, the signboard had domineering Mana lettering, and even the door of the Magic Continent Association was a glass door with gold trim.
With a touch of surprise, like a country bumpkin entering the city, Frieren stepped into the Magic Continent Association, where she was greeted politely by a hostess in a cheongsam.
"Welcome! May I ask if you are a novice mage or a mage with a certain level?"
When asked by the hostess, Frieren scratched her head. She was a level-two magician, having apparently passed many tests. After searching her pockets, she successfully pulled out a small gadget tied with a string.
"Is this Holy Staff Proof its usability?"
The hostess blinked slightly, looking at the 1.5-meter-tall, white-haired, long-eared Elf in front of her, somewhat unsure of what to do.
"I need to consult our supervisor about this. Please wait a moment, sir."
The hostess spoke politely in a soft voice, and after arranging for Frieren to sit in the VIP section, she walked into the manager's office with a somewhat conflicted expression, clutching the Holy Staff Proof given to her by Frieren.
Frieren sat in the VIP section, her snow-white legs dangling, looking at the ground somewhat bewildered. After all, this was a dream, and she didn't know if that little gadget would even be of any use.
"Which magician is it?"
In just a moment, the hostess hurriedly followed a middle-aged man in a suit and tuxedo out.
Frieren blinked and gently waved her hand to acknowledge her presence.
"My lord mage, is there something important that brings you to the guild?"
The manager in the suit asked cautiously.
Frillie scratched her head. If she weren't completely lost and unable to find her master Seria's location, she wouldn't have needed to ask anyone for directions.
"I want to see your guild leader. Is the current guild leader Serie, that Elf?"
Frieren asked in a low voice, somewhat worried that her Grandmaster in the dream was no longer serving as the president of the Magic Continent Association.
"President? I need to consult my superiors. The current president of the Magic Continent Association is still the esteemed Lady Serie, and will remain so in the future."
The manager in the suit spoke softly, saying that the Elf girl with the Holy Staff Proof was very likely the daughter of Serie, the president of the Magic Continent Association. After all, Elves are a rare race, and Elf who came specifically to find President Serie and held the Holy Staff Proof was very likely a relative of President Serie.
"Oh, I see."
Frieren nodded, looking bewildered, and waited quietly for the man in the suit to go and ask for instructions. She was curious and wondered what Serie looked like in her dream.
In the magnificent, palace-like office on the ninety-ninth floor of the Magic Continent Association, Serie sat at her desk with a nonchalant expression, drinking cola and eating potato chips. She had already handed over all the matters that needed her attention today to the all-powerful Vice President.
"Knock knock!"
There was a gentle knock on the office door, and Serie called out calmly, "Come in, what is it?"
"Guild Master, there's Elf girl on the first floor who's holding a holy staff and wants to see you."
The old man, dressed in the robes of First-Class Mage, recounted everything that had happened on the first floor with a respectful expression.
"A holy staff as proof? Elf? Is it white-haired and only about 1.5 meters tall?"
Serie spoke calmly, her hand gripping the cola tightly.
"Yes, Master, that Elf's hair is indeed white, and its height is as you described."
The old First-Class Mage nodded slightly. He had also seen the Elf girl in the shadows before. There wasn't much Mana emanating from her. If it weren't for the holy staff, he would have personally refused her, since the guild master was very busy.
"Bring her up here. I want to see which Elf kin has come looking for me."
Serie waved her hand, and the elderly First-Class Mage nodded, respectfully closing the office door behind him.
The moment the door closed, a flicker of emotion crossed Serie's face. She quickly stored the cola and potato chips on the table into her Spatial Storage Alternate Space. She then pretended to pick up a document and involuntarily let out a burp.
One minute after Serie agreed, Frieren smoothly stepped into the Mana Elevator, which led Frieren to the top floor of the Magic Continent Association, to Serie's office.
When Frieren stepped out of the elevator, her mouth was slightly agape. Although she was quite surprised by the Mana Elevator, she had previously ridden the elevator to her senior brother's house, which had hundreds of floors. This ninety-ninth floor seemed rather ordinary to her; she was only slightly surprised by the widespread use of Mana Elevators.
Stepping out of the elevator, Frieren pushed open the grand entrance before her. Even though the place had been renovated, the scene before her still felt strangely familiar.
"Frieren, how's your trip going lately?"
Serie sat in her office chair with her legs crossed, looking completely relaxed, almost as if she were about to put her legs up on the desk.
"Grandmaster, you drank cola?"
Frieren frowned at the potato chip crumbs around her Grandmaster's mouth. According to the potato chip theory, the probability of eating potato chips without cola is zero. Based on this, she deduced that her Grandmaster had been eating potato chips and drinking cola at the same time. The moment she learned of her arrival, the cola and potato chips vanished instantly, obviously having been hidden away.
"No way, I hate that kind of thing the most."
Serie stood up with a turbulent expression, casually placing the upside-down document on the table.
"And around your mouth?"
Frieren narrowed her eyes, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"Around your mouth? That's just some seasoning from breakfast on your face."
Serie turned her face away and secretly used a Cleaning Magic to clean her entire body, preventing any potato chip crumbs from getting on her.
"Hey~ there's a big characteristic to eating potato chips and drinking cola: if you gently poke your stomach, you'll unconsciously burp."
Frieren moved closer to Serie, her sinister fingers slowly approaching Serie's stomach, as if trying to uncover the truth.
"Alright! Let's not worry about such trivial matters. How's your recent trip going?"
Serie dodged Frieren's sinister attack, her face showing a hint of embarrassment at being exposed for her lie, but she quickly regained her usual composure.