Some time ago, while Mireya was confronting the Spirit Queen at the Adventurers Guild, the large reception hall was, for a change, quiet.

(Clack, clack, clack, clack...)

The afternoon hours were often silent compared to the morning hustle of missions, with only the walking steps of the receptionist heading toward her destination being heard.

"......"

And in a private office, with a smoked glass wall overlooking the main hall, the Guild Master leaned back in his oak chair.

"Such peace..."

He was an imposing man, with a neat beard and tired eyes that had seen too much uncontrolled magic.

"... That can never be a good thing."

After muttering those words, he lifted a delicate carved crystal glass to the light, observing the pale amber of the liquor it contained, and then took a small sip.

(Knock, knock...)

When a polite knock sounded at the door.

"Come in, Anna."

Then, the Master responded without looking away from the glass.

"Excuse the intrusion."

In this way, Receptionist Anna, a woman of clinical efficiency and nerves of steel, entered carrying an unusually thick clipboard.

"Master, here is the routine surveillance report on the new adventurer."

Saying that, she stood before the Guild Master and spoke in her usual professional and impassive tone.

"—Any new problems with our... 'special case'?"

"Not in the sense of a sudden catastrophic event, Master. This is the report on the movements observed by the surveillance teams over the last few days. Seeking to establish behavioral patterns."

"I see..."

Hearing that, the Guild Master rubbed the bridge of his nose thoughtfully.

"Please proceed with the findings. The surveillance is a considerable, but necessary, cost."

"Understood."

Thus, Anna cleared her throat and began to read the surveillance report with professional precision and detail.

"The adventurers hired for surveillance have registered a surprisingly consistent routine, despite the subject's evident potential for chaos. Our teams have focused on documenting the pattern of mission search, social interaction, and training/rest times."

After saying that, Anna proceeded to turn the next page with complete calmness while taking a breath.

"Starting with the adventurer Shija, he exhibits an iron and military discipline. Sleeping and waking at exact times, without variation. He spends most of his time training in the Guild's designated room with methodical intensity, and when he is not training, he is completing missions tirelessly, showing excellent performance and efficiency that minimizes exposure time to risk. In all observed cases, Shija acts preemptively to prevent his group partner (Mireya) from having the opportunity or the moment to act, minimizing potential 'incidents'."

"He seems quite disciplined."

Praising Shija after hearing her report, the Guild Master let out a slight smile with a tone of sincere appreciation.

"Absolutely, Master. This week alone, he has completed a list of fifteen Rank D and C missions with an incredible speed and efficiency, leaving our other adventurers with no chance to compete. His concentration appears to be total."

And confirming that observation, Anna mentioned it, to which the Guild Master observed the wooden ceiling, tapping his table rhythmically with a single finger during a moment of thoughtful silence.

"Enough about the anchor."

Then, he looked at the receptionist with a firm gaze that cut the air.

"Now, let's talk about the special case. What about Mireya?"

"...."

Upon hearing those words, Anna slightly lowered her gaze, letting out a barely audible sigh, and took a deep breath before beginning to relate Mireya's routine.

"For her part, Mireya begins her day waking up early to immediately head to an unoccupied room in the Adventurers Guild, or to the inn if she spends the night elsewhere. Once there, our agents report that the subject releases an overwhelming negative aura, while whispers of resentment directed at something called trucks are heard."

"Trucks...?"

Hearing that, the Master frowned, leaning his elbows on the table.

"That is correct. Although it is still unknown what these trucks are or why she hates them, as all she responds with when the subject is touched is that they are abhorrent steel beasts that torture the souls of their victims."

"....."

After responding imperturbably, Anna continued, leaving the Guild Master in reflective silence.

"Continuing with the report, immediately afterward, Mireya utters sounds of celebration, as if welcoming something she calls "baby" into the world. She then leaves the room as if nothing had happened, leaving a distinctive smell of hay in the air. It is unknown if she was conducting some kind of ritual, as all attempts at espionage or approach to the room were 'mysteriously' stopped by invisible forces."

"Wait a moment!"

The Guild Master interrupted, his voice now grave.

"Anna, is there any risk that this... morning ritual causes large-scale damage or disaster?"

"None, Master, or at least nothing negative on a large scale has been confirmed. Except for the fact that the areas used for this ritual end up being prone to the spontaneous creation of undead, ghosts, and other evil beings. Therefore, the rooms or inns always have to be purified immediately."

"...."

"Curiously, thanks to the frequency of these low-level 'malignant infestation' incidents after Mireya's visit, the Clerics have been able to perfect their purification skills to record levels in the city."

"So, her chaos is beneficial on a small scale, but unbearable. Let's continue."

In response to that, clutching his forehead, the Guild Master inhaled a sound that could have been laughter or frustration before continuing the report.

"After the ritual, Mireya proceeds to walk through the town. Our agents observed an anomalous physical phenomenon: in the moments when the area's mosquitoes attempted to take her blood, they immediately ex-ploded upon biting her, to which Mireya continued on her way, ignoring the insect carnage around her."

"..."

"Immediately afterward, she entered local restaurants where she proceeded to remove the chef from the kitchen, starting to cook herself."

"And why? With what objective does she do such a thing?"

Raising an eyebrow, the Guild Master asked, clearly confused.

"According to the person in question, her objective is 'to feed those who are hungry and guide the next culinary generation'. This has led to a series of events where Mireya became the master of the chef, thus initiating a culinary revolution that seems to be currently taking place at the hands of her fervent followers."

"A culinary revolution?"

"Affirmative. Mireya currently has twenty-three disciples, as all the cooks in the area come to learn from her. They see her as a guiding figure."

"....."

At that moment, the Guild Master, unable to understand or process all those actions, could only remain silent despite his experience.

"Subsequently, after finishing her morning instruction and having fed the masses, Mireya heads directly to the Guild's training room, where she observes Shija training. While doing so, she takes notes on a magical object called a phone that she takes out of her pocket, testing Shija in all sorts of ways during that time."

However, despite the Guild Master's confusion over everything he was hearing, the report continued.

"In parallel, Mireya seems to rest by lying on an object she calls a beanbag that she also takes out of her pocket, acting lazily. She plays with the silver armor she refers to as Silver, the golden straw doll she calls Goldie, and a kind of unknown metallic slime she calls Brownie, before finally getting up, heading off in Shija's company to take a mission. Surveillance has proven that our strategy works: Mireya is trapped in a cycle of frustrated inaction, except for her involuntary influence on haute cuisine and the Guild's discipline, save for other things which for my mental health I fervently refuse to mention."

"In short, Mireya is trapped in a cycle of frustrated inaction, except for her involuntary influence on haute cuisine and the Guild's discipline."

Said with a sarcastic tone, the Guild Master leaned back, exhausted by the list of incomprehensible events.

"Or, thinking about it, aren't we the ones who are actually trapped with her?"

"The probability is high, Master, given the fan club she has garnered."

"A fan club?!"

"That's right. She has been gaining so much popularity as to be recognized by a large part of the Guild. This group is mutually regulating itself with the adventurers who admire her power, repressing those who try to get too close or bother her. That is why there have been no social problems whatsoever."

"That was unexpectedly beneficial. A system of self-imposed social containment... For the love of the gods..."

The Guild Master then smiled faintly, shaking his head.

"Master, there is another point to consider."

However, Anna, taking a breath, proceeded.

"What is it?"

"Regarding the mission they took in the Forest of Laments."

"Did something happen?"

"...."

Anna then looked at her notes with contained panic.

"Our monitors report that there is now a fissure in reality opening towards the sky over the forest, while a rain of meteorites falls violently to the ground."

".... Damn it!"

Hearing that, the Guild Master felt a déjà vu.

"Prepare a high-ranking reconnaissance unit and send them immediately to the Forest of Laments."

Bringing his hand to his face, he looked at the ceiling with profound resignation.

"Just... file this under 'extraordinary natural disaster'."

And thus, the exhausting work of the Guild Master continued.