"The graves of this world's parents—I haven't visited them in a hundred years."

Kevin's breathtakingly beautiful face carried a trace of inexplicable sorrow. Though she'd never seen this world's parents, their century-old images were blurred beyond recognition. After all, when she transmigrated here, her situation was perilous.

Penniless and isolated, with family spies watching her every move, she'd secretly sold the old mansion. Then she'd hastily embarked on a mist-shrouded adventure, casting trivial matters aside. She never expected that forgetfulness to last a hundred years. Sitting quietly on the sofa, she sighed, "I've truly forgotten too much. But even without meeting them, I should pay respects to this world's parents."

Just then, a strong evening breeze blew open the poorly latched window. Instantly, Kevin felt enveloped in coldness. Her bare skin glistened with lingering water droplets—no clothes remained. It wasn't a fetish; she simply had no spare attire. This realization troubled her deeply.

Kevin slowly rose, glancing with slight disdain at the mage's robe discarded in the corner. A faint metallic scent of blood clung to it. "I was careless," she muttered. "If only I'd listened to Gali and learned more magic types, I wouldn't be in this mess."

Years ago, young and impulsive, she'd believed focusing solely on one path would make her supreme. With mediocre talent, she couldn't master multiple magics. Now, she couldn't even cleanse clothes with water spells. All she knew were fire magics from first to Tenth Tier, explosive destruction spells, and frowned-upon dark magic—preferring ambushes over direct fights.

"However."

Her tone shifted to anticipation. Kevin looked down at her flawless body, slender fingers gently tracing her soft abdomen to gauge her magical affinity. A faint smile touched her lips. "As expected—this body has exceptional affinity for all magic. Cleaning clothes with water magic should be effortless."

Confidently, she channeled mana—only to reduce her last garment to ashes. She'd left the maid outfit at the shop. Kevin slumped onto the icy floor, eyes dull and lifeless. Ash from the burned robe coated her trembling hands. "It's over," she whispered shakily. "The mana I just regained vanished after that disguise spell. Now I have no clothes. What do I do?"

Going out naked? Might as well restart my life~

Wait—another option: weave clothes with magic. It demanded precise control, but as a Tenth Tier Magic Emperor, even if she specialized in large-scale destruction, this should be simple.

After a while...

"I can't take it anymore~"

Kevin neared collapse, lightly tapping the table. The floor lay strewn with tattered magical garments, faintly glowing with residual particles. Some were oversized, some undersized, others ruined—none usable.

[System detected host in trouble. Report immediately.]

"System, any clothes? Any style—just give me some!" Kevin clung to the thought like a drowning person grasping a lifeline, voice frantic, consequences forgotten.

[Understood. Analyzing situation. Providing clothing: women's wear.]

"Wait—I want men's wear!" Kevin froze briefly at the system's reply in her mind, then objected—but too late.

A blinding light erupted in the room.

………………

Downstairs in the tavern, rowdy adventurers celebrated. They'd accepted an Osman family commission; the gold would fund a year of indulgence.

"Just scouting terrain there, and the reward's this rich? Beats killing low-tier monsters for guild coins. Hahaha!"

"Right, right!"

"Drink up, everyone!"

"If only jobs like this came daily. But something's missing—women! Boss lady, dance for us!"

Dead silence fell.

The burly woman wiping the counter halted her motions. Slowly turning her rugged face, she glared at the adventurers with predator-like ferocity. "Oh, is that so?"

"Hahaha, joking, boss lady!" The apparent leader grinned apologetically.

"Yeah, yeah!" others echoed hastily.

Just then, a breathtakingly beautiful woman descended the stairs. Silver hair cascaded over a simple white dress, radiating irresistible charm—it was Kevin.

"Boss, a simple meal please."

Kevin seated herself at the counter, tone calm yet expectant. She noticed the adventurers' eager stares; soon they'd approach. With no mana left, draining others felt inhumane—but if they offered themselves? A faint, imperceptible smile graced her lips. Come quickly, my mana-recovery tools.

"Miss, care to join our fun?"

A drunken voice sounded behind her. A hand reached toward Kevin—only to be tightly seized by another man.

"Seems this lady isn't welcoming your advances."

Kevin froze inwardly. Who the hell are you?