chapter 147 elder mirsha greed

The Rainbow Solution guild hall was grand—vaulted ceilings, thick stone walls lined with banners, and rows of bookshelves filled with mission reports and battle records. At the far end of the chamber, lounging in a plush chair far too big for her, was Elder Mirsha.

She wore violet robes embroidered with gold, her golden eyes shining with excitement as she absentmindedly tapped her fingers against the armrest.

Across from her sat a Level 3 Merchant, one of her informants. His job was simple—gather intelligence and report back. Unfortunately, explaining this particular piece of information to Mirsha was proving… difficult.

"Viles Private Vaults," the merchant repeated slowly, making sure Mirsha actually absorbed what he was saying. "A new storage service has opened in Viles Town. Players are lining up, thinking it's a private banking option."

Mirsha's ears perked up. "A bank? Why haven't I heard about this?"

The merchant hesitated. "Because it's not an official—"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Mirsha clapped her hands together, practically bouncing in her chair. "You're telling me there's an NPC-run vault where players can store their items outside of the public bank?"

The merchant sighed. "Yes, but—"

"Then it's safe!" Mirsha grinned.

The merchant blinked. "Excuse me?"

Mirsha leaned forward eagerly. "An NPC is running it, right?"

"Well, yes, but—"

"Then it's legit!" Mirsha declared. "Everyone knows NPCs can't lie. That's basic game design!"

The merchant exhaled slowly.

…She actually believed that.

Mirsha, meanwhile, was deep in thought. This was a gold mine—a hidden vault, free from the prying eyes of other guild members.

For a brief moment, she considered telling Cute Mist.

But then she froze.

…What if Cute Mist took control of the vault before her?

Mirsha's cheeks turned pink just thinking about her.

Cute Mist—the vice leader of Rainbow Solution—was beautiful. Her silver hair shimmered like moonlight, and her soft blue eyes could make even the most hardened warriors flustered.

And the way she smirked when teasing people?

Unfair.

Absolutely unfair.

Mirsha had spent countless hours staring at Cute Mist during guild meetings, pretending to listen while secretly daydreaming about holding hands in some distant city.

But there was a problem.

Cute Mist was rich.

And if she found out about this vault first…

She'd become even richer.

And if she was richer than Mirsha, she'd be more powerful than Mirsha.

And if she was more powerful than Mirsha…

What if she stopped noticing her?!

Mirsha panicked.

That could not happen.

She had to get to the vault first.

Her golden eyes gleamed as she suddenly slammed her hand onto the table, making the merchant jump.

"I'm investing."

The merchant blinked. "Investing…?"

"Yes!" Mirsha grinned like an idiot. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Take me there immediately!"

The merchant hesitated, wondering if he should stop her.

Then he shrugged.

If she wanted to walk into an obvious scam…

…That was her problem.

"...Alright," he said, barely hiding his smirk. "Follow me."

Mirsha practically skipped through the streets of Viles Town, her violet robes flowing behind her as she made her way toward the public bank.

The merchant, walking beside her, was still trying to process what he had just witnessed.

She hadn't just been interested.

She hadn't just decided to test it with a few items.

She was going all in.

The moment she had left the guild hall, Mirsha had made a beeline for the public bank. And now, as she reached the grand stone building, she burst through the doors with the energy of a woman possessed.

Inside, the Public Bank of Viles was as crowded as ever. Dozens of players stood in line, some depositing items, others withdrawing, and a few arguing with the overworked tellers about withdrawal fees.

Mirsha, however, had no time to wait.

She strode to the front, ignoring the angry protests from players who had been waiting for ages.

"Excuse me, EXCUSE ME!" she clapped her hands loudly, as if addressing a group of servants.

A Level 4 Banker NPC, Simon, adjusted his round spectacles and looked at her with mild disapproval. "Miss, there is a line—"

"I'm emptying my storage!" Mirsha declared.

A moment of silence fell over the room.

Simon's eyebrow twitched. "…I beg your pardon?"

Mirsha beamed. "You heard me! I'm withdrawing everything from my bank storage!"

Some nearby players turned to stare.

Emptying your entire bank?

That was insane.

Most players stored valuable loot, crafting materials, and backup gear in the public bank. Carrying it all at once was risky.

Simon, for his part, was visibly concerned.

"Miss," he said politely, "I must remind you that carrying too many items will slow you down significantly. Not to mention, the streets of Viles can be… unsafe."

Mirsha waved a hand dismissively. "It's fine, it's fine! I have a new storage solution!"

Simon hesitated. "A… new storage solution?"

Mirsha nodded proudly. "Yes! Viles Private Vaults! Much more efficient than this crowded place."

The room fell into an even deeper silence.

The merchant standing beside her resisted the urge to cover his face.

She actually believed this.

Simon, the NPC, processed the information for a moment before responding calmly.

"Miss, I must inform you that Viles Town does not officially recognize any private banking services. We strongly advise all residents and adventurers to use—"

"I'm good, thanks!" Mirsha cut him off cheerfully.

Simon stared.

Then, with a silent sigh, he reached for the ledger.

"Very well," he said, adjusting his spectacles. "Please confirm your withdrawal."

With a flourish, Mirsha signed her name.

A moment later, the system notifications flooded her screen.

> [Bank Storage Withdrawn]

250 Silver Coins

4 Gold Coins

[Enchanted Silk Robes +2]

[Rainbow Solution Guild Battle Log]

[Alchemy Ingredients – High Grade]

[Rare Gems]

[Backup Staff – Arcane Channeling]

And more…

Her entire inventory was now full.

She could barely move.

Simon nodded stiffly. "Your withdrawal is complete. Do have a pleasant—"

"Okay, bye!" Mirsha spun on her heel and waddled toward the door, her movement painfully slow due to the sheer weight of her loot.

The merchant followed behind, struggling not to laugh.

Some players whispered.

Others shook their heads.

One or two even considered following her.

After all, if an Elder of Rainbow Solution trusted this "private vault," then maybe it really was—

"MOVE, PEASANTS!" Mirsha shouted, pushing through the crowd like a noblewoman forcing her way through commoners.

Never mind.

She was just dumb.

Arrival at Viles Private Vaults

It took far longer than necessary, but Mirsha finally arrived at Viles Private Vaults—the shiny new storage service that had players lining up.

From her rooftop perch, Brainless Girl almost choked on laughter.

"No way."

Frost Eye, flipping a gold coin lazily between his fingers, glanced at her. "What?"

Brainless Girl pointed down. "That insane woman just walked in with her entire fortune."

Frost Eye's golden eyes flickered toward the entrance.

And then he saw her.

A rich-looking player, stuffed to the brim with loot, struggling to walk.

His grin widened.

This was going to be fun.