Miss Hebe Is Charging Through the Lostbelts! [8]

[CALCULATING RESULTS…]

[CURRENT LOSTBELT]:

[1455 · WAR OF THE ROSES].

[CURRENT PROGRESS: 100%.]

[ACHIEVEMENTS]:

[KINGMAKER] — YOU GUIDED THE NEW KING IN DRAWING THE SWORD IN THE STONE, AND WITNESSED HER SET OUT ON THE PILGRIMAGE TO RULE ALBION.

[CORNERSTONE OF THE KINGDOM] — YOU HAVE ALWAYS PLAYED AN IMPORTANT ROLE WITHIN ALBION’S ROYAL HOUSE, ONE THAT COULD NEVER BE IGNORED.

[TURNING THE TIDE] — NO MATTER HOW DIRE THE SITUATION, SO LONG AS YOU ARRIVE, YOU CAN REVERSE A FIXED FATE AND REACH THE PROPER ENDING.

[SAGE] — YOUR WISDOM, YOUR METHODS, AND YOUR WILL BRING JOY TO YOUR COMPANIONS AND DESPAIR TO YOUR ENEMIES.

[COURT MAGE] — YOU DID NOT SOLVE PROBLEMS DIRECTLY WITH MAGECRAFT VERY OFTEN, AND YET THE TALES OF YOUR MASTERY OF MAGIC SHALL BE PASSED DOWN FOREVER.

[INCUBUS] — IN A SINGLE STROKE, YOU DRAGGED TENS OF THOUSANDS OF UTTERLY DEFENSELESS PEOPLE INTO DREAMS FROM WHICH THEY WILL NEVER AWAKEN. SOME PRICE ALWAYS HAS TO BE PAID. WHAT MATTERS IS PRESERVING THE RULE OF ALBION’S KING, LETTING HER BURN FOREVER LIKE AN INEXTINGUISHABLE FLAME, AND ENSURING HER SOVEREIGNTY NEVER WAVERS.

[GREAT DEED] — YOU REACHED THE THIRD RANK ON THE ROAD OF ASCENSION AND ACCOMPLISHED YOUR GREAT DEED.

[OVERALL RATING: A+++.]

[COMMENT]:

[THE LONG PILGRIMAGE HAS FINALLY REACHED ITS END. AT THE VERY END OF THE SPIRAL OF CONTRADICTION, THE SAGE TURNED HERSELF INTO A SPARK, ILLUMINATING THE ROAD AHEAD FOR HISTORY.]

[THROUGH YOUR EFFORTS, YET ANOTHER LOST SECRET HISTORY HAS BEEN PROVEN AND FLOWED INTO THE HISTORIES.]

[—WE ALL SALUTE YOU, “KNOWER.”]

Hebe leaned back in her chair and let out a long breath.

The aftershock was intense.

She picked up the glass of water by her hand, took a sip, and turned back to the screen.

[DISTRIBUTING REWARDS.]

[BASIC REWARDS]:

[MERLIN’S COMPLETE BOOK OF ILLUSIONS] — EXCHANGING SURFACE AND SUBSTANCE, TRADING INNER FOR OUTER; THOUGH YOU CAN NO LONGER ACCOMPLISH MARKS AGAIN, IT CAN SATISFY NEARLY ALL YOUR EVERYDAY NEEDS.

[PSEUDO-HOLY SWORD · SWORD IN THE STONE] — PROOF OF ALBION’S SOVEREIGNTY; YOU ALSO POSSESS PARTIAL OWNERSHIP OF IT, AND ITS CURRENT HIGHEST RELEASE LEVEL IS [DAYLIGHT].

[INCUBUS BLOODLINE] — NOBLE BLOOD INHERITED FROM THE DWELLERS OF THE WASTELAND, ALLOWING YOU FAR GREATER EASE IN DIVINATION, DREAMS, AND NOCTURNAL WANDERING.

[A-RANK SPECIAL REWARD]:

[AVALON: THE EVERDISTANT UTOPIA] — A BLUEPRINT THAT LEADS TO THE FUTURE, A LAMP THAT DRIVES BACK THE DARK, A KEY THAT OPENS HOPE.

[AFTER THE FOURTH HISTORY, ALL GREAT DEEDS WERE SUPPRESSED AND ERASED BY THE PRESENT WORLD. THERE ARE EXCEPTIONS, HOWEVER, AND THIS IS NOT THE ONLY ONE. UNTIL YOU REACH “DAYLIGHT”, THIS GREAT DEED WILL REMAIN SEALED.]

[ALL OF THE ABOVE REWARDS ARE USABLE IN EVERY LOSTBELT.]

[AFTER CLAIMING YOUR REWARDS, PLEASE EXIT SECRET HISTORIES SIMULATOR. WE WILL THEN PROCEED WITH A SIMULATOR VERSION UPDATE.]

[ESTIMATED UPDATE TIME: 24 HOURS.]

Hebe unconsciously straightened up.

By now it was already late, though fortunately not a single customer had visited her secondhand shop all day.

“So it really is a cheat, huh… just not quite what I imagined.”

As for the Secret Histories Simulator that had suddenly appeared on her desktop in the form of a game, Hebe had long since formed a few guesses deep down.

Now those guesses had merely been confirmed.

“What kind of cheat comes with such a ridiculous trial-version barrier…” Hebe pressed a hand to her forehead and let out a helpless laugh. “Well, better late than never.”

She clicked [Claim].

The next instant, cobalt-blue starlight descended from above.

It felt as though she had lived through an entire lifetime—yet it had all happened in no more than the span of a finger snap.

Hebe’s small body suddenly tore free of the computer chair as she convulsed backward as though struck by lightning.

But just as she was about to fall, the dingy gray-yellow old carpet beneath her abruptly swelled upward, grew thicker, turned far more vivid in color, and even gave off a sweet scent—it had become a huge slab of cheese.

The elastic cheese was soft to the touch.

“So this is what using [Illusion Arts] in the real world feels like. Huh~ How amazing…”

Hebe snapped her fingers, and the sweet, enticing cheese folded in on itself and flattened out from thin air, turning back into that dull gray carpet.

In truth, even if she had not canceled it herself, it would have reverted after three to five minutes anyway.

“I can understand the illusion part. Even if it can’t compare to when I was playing ‘Merlin,’ with the incubus boost it shouldn’t be much worse… but what’s going on with the [Sword in the Stone]?”

Hebe couldn’t make sense of it no matter how she thought about it. “It’s not like I ever pulled the [Sword in the Stone] myself.”

There was no way to test either the [Sword in the Stone] or the sealed Great Deed.

As for [Illusion Arts], aside from the time limit, its effectiveness had also been weakened. Even so, Hebe was still overjoyed.

When she sat back down in front of the computer and prepared to exit Secret Histories Simulator, she found that another line of text had appeared on the screen.

[LOSTBELT “WAR OF THE ROSES” HAS BEEN SUCCESSFULLY RECORDED. THIS LOSTBELT BELONGS TO THE FOURTH HISTORY.]

The line vanished almost as soon as it appeared. Then fresh text surfaced on the dark green desktop.

[SECRET HISTORIES SIMULATOR IS CURRENTLY UPDATING. DURING THE UPDATE PERIOD, YOU WILL BE UNABLE TO LOG IN. ESTIMATED WAIT TIME: 23 HOURS 59 MINUTES.]

Hebe clicked the mouse in disbelief, only to discover that not only would the simulator not open, even her mouse and keyboard had stopped responding.

“No, wait, you locked up my whole computer too?”

After fussing with it for several minutes, Hebe gave up on the pointless effort.

By now night had fully fallen. Church Street was brightly lit, and from the square not far away came the noisy clamor of tourists and passersby.

Hebe puffed out her cheeks, got up, fetched a thicker coat from the wardrobe in her bedroom, and changed into her shoes.

“Time to close up.”

She went outside, flipped the sign over to the Closed side, and locked the door.

It was too late to make dinner now, so she would have to eat out… come to think of it, hadn’t a new restaurant opened across from the square two months ago?

Albion cuisine—just like British food back in her old world—was hard to sum up in a sentence.

It wasn’t that it was especially bad. The problem was that the gap between its best and worst was enormous.

When Hebe had first transmigrated here, even though she had been mentally prepared, she had still been battered senseless by the relentless combo attack of steamed potatoes, baked potatoes, sliced potatoes, and mashed potatoes.

Once she had barely managed to adapt to that chain combo, it was immediately followed by the blood-pumping tag-team of battered fish and cold sandwiches.

It was not bad enough to call disgusting, but neither was it much more than edible.

Fortunately, Hebe’s diet had flexible boundaries, and so did Albion. On the far side of the square not too far from Church Street, restaurants from all over the world had gathered together.

Some advertised themselves as serving “authentic original flavors,” while others had adjusted their dishes to suit local tastes.

Hebe’s destination was a Gallic restaurant that had opened just two months ago. Unlike what one might expect, its signature offering was not high-end Gallic cuisine, but hearty, affordable meat stew.

Lunch there averaged only fifteen euros a person; dinner included drinks, so that brought it up to twenty.

The method for making the stew was simple, but its origins dated back more than a century, to the Fourth History in the 1850s.

That was Gaul’s golden age. At the time, huge numbers of industrial workers needed food that was both filling and inexpensive, and so a rich soup made from leftover cuts of beef came into being. In 1896, the first restaurant to make meat stew its signature dish opened in Paris, the capital of Gaul, and that restaurant is still operating there to this day.

By the time Hebe entered the restaurant, every seat on the first floor was already taken.

The floor manager was directing the waitstaff to clean up and clear tables for the newly arrived customers.

“Welcome—”

The manager, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, turned around. The moment she saw Hebe, her voice unconsciously dropped.

Her face stiffened all at once. Fortunately, the noise inside the restaurant covered for her, and no one else noticed her lapse.

She quickly turned away, picked up a towel from the counter behind her, and wiped the sweat from her brow.

“I’m not feeling very well. I need to go rest for a bit… take that customer upstairs first,” the manager said to the waiter beside her.

T/N: illusion arts hueheuhe also french food hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm comment down what food came from france!

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