Streamer Crazy About Slaughter - Chapter 120
“…Something feels off.”
In front of a full-length mirror, a beautiful woman with icy features neatly tied her raven-black hair down to her waist and murmured softly.
She was busy checking her reflection, rolling her dark gem-like eyes to make sure there were no signs of disarray while glancing anxiously at her appearance.
As she did so, she kept adjusting her hair or lightly patting her clothes for no particular reason.
The image of her in the mirror exhibited an impeccable neatness that could hardly be criticized.
A beautiful face. An elegant black blouse. A flare skirt that reached down to her knees, capturing the bright colors of spring.
And beneath it, her snowy white legs were revealed.
“Why am I trembling…?”
It had been a while since she wore anything other than her athletic uniform, and she felt a slightly unfamiliar sense of tension.
It wasn’t a display for a meeting with advertising sponsors or an event like an awards ceremony. It was simply preparation to meet one person.
Joan of Arc, Yoon Eunha.
Unlike her usual self, she was putting extra effort into her outward appearance.
She lightly did her makeup, something she usually avoided, spending a lot of time dressing and adorning herself with little details.
Yoon Eunha had never been particularly interested in fashion compared to her looks.
She just preferred to present a tidy and clean version of herself at all times.
Appropriate color combinations, clean materials for clothing, a neat appearance.
Rather than excessively dressing up to enhance her image, she preferred to simply exist and shine calmly.
And when meeting someone else, she especially wished to appear composed and unruffled.
But today was different; she was trying a bit harder to beautify herself.
As if she wanted to impress someone.
She dressed to look prettier, wanting to be neat and undeniably flawless.
— A beautiful and tidy appearance can easily elicit immense fondness regardless of gender! The impression felt during the first encounter significantly influences future relationships!
One of the lessons from a YouTube video about narrowing the distance with someone you’d like to befriend.
Eunha suddenly glanced at the specific brand watch on her wrist to check the time.
— 9:24 AM.
There was still time left before the appointment.
Even though she had already checked the date and time dozens of times, Eunha instinctively picked up her phone once more to confirm her schedule.
— August 10th, Tuesday, 11 AM.
It was the date and time set for her actual meeting with Lin.
And she had already booked a cafe for the appointment.
Wanting to avoid being conscious of the surrounding gazes when meeting Lin, she had preemptively reserved a cafe.
And today was the day of the appointment.
Eunha, having mentioned it to Sua beforehand, did not harbor excessive expectations about actually meeting Lin.
Even though she had hinted to the user Plea that she wanted to meet Lin, she did not expect Lin to agree so easily.
The appearance seen through broadcasts or the character itself conveyed something restrained.
There seemed to be an air suggesting she would not easily allow closeness.
But the response she received just yesterday from Plea was too unexpected.
[It seems Lin is interested too. She said she would like to meet you.]
…
…
After finishing all her preparations, Eunha left her officetel and stepped into the elevator.
Ding!
With the soft sound of the elevator arriving, she slowly began walking towards the underground parking lot.
Click-clack. Click-clack.
Her footsteps in high heels were incredibly natural yet equally unusual.
A sophisticated femininity stood out in her icy expression.
However, her eyes glimmered subtly, as if holding a small thrill; they attracted the attention of the few people present in the underground parking.
As she passed by a light blue hypercar, it emitted a gentle sound as if responding to her presence, shining on its own.
Eunha opened the car door with such ease and climbed into her vehicle.
—Vroom!
The hypercar emitted a weighty yet smooth engine sound and began to exit the underground parking space.
***
In Gangnam
Serin took a taxi close to the appointment location. She got out and, after walking a few minutes, arrived at the designated place but tilted her head at the sight of it.
“…Is it really open?”
Unlike a typical cafe, the exterior of this cafe looked lavishly designed. Although the lights were brightly on, there wasn’t a single customer inside.
As she walked toward the cafe’s entrance, her mood sank with the sight of the empty interior.
It felt almost as if it were closed, with not a single customer in sight.
Looking at the time, there were about ten minutes left until her meeting with Joan of Arc.
10:50 AM.
Wondering if she had arrived at the wrong place, she quickly checked the appointment details.
—Terre Tire. August 10th, 11 AM.
‘Could it be… that the cafe isn’t open yet?’
Having stayed at home, Serin momentarily lacked common sense, but she quickly realized that was impossible.
After all, it was Joan of Arc who set the appointment; even if she were unaware of typical operating hours, Joan certainly wouldn’t be.
Approaching the entrance of the upscale cafe, unable to summon the courage to step inside, Serin took out her phone to search if it was another location, lingering around for about a minute or two.
Click.
Suddenly, the cafe door opened.
Startled, Serin turned her head.
“Are you perhaps the person who has an appointment?”
A man in his early thirties, appearing to be a cafe employee, carefully inquired while looking at Serin. She nodded slightly.
“…Uh, yes. I think so.”
Although she trembled as she answered, Serin had trouble articulating her words.
However, considering it was an appointment, she believed it would probably be her.
‘It must be me…?’
If it weren’t, it would be quite awkward, leaving her with a slight anxiety, but she thought it unlikely. When the employee smiled and spoke, her unease dissipated.
“Oh, then let me show you to your seat. She’s already here.”
“Okay.”
Answering shortly, Serin slowly followed the employee from behind.
Upon entering the cafe, the design instantly drew her attention.
The space illuminated by neat and soft lighting seemed to calm her mind, with modern decor and furniture harmonizing perfectly throughout.
As Serin followed the employee, she found the two-story layout of the cafe fascinating, gazing at the space with wide eyes.
The stairs even glowed with a magnificent blue hue, so the feeling of the space was distinctly different.
Each step taken by the capable staff exuded sophistication, including their gait, speech, and mannerisms.
However, Serin couldn’t help but focus on the moments when the staff turned their direction.
With her long snow-white hair flowing gracefully, it was hard to resist being captivated.
Her delicate yet mixed features hinted at a Korean background, yet her appearance was so striking, one might think she was a famous foreign model.
The way she cautiously surveyed the cafe emanated a mysterious aura.
Dressed in a black cardigan over similarly colored slim-fit pants, her nearly perfect legs were highlighted.
Eventually, they arrived at the place where a woman was seated, the employee made a brief bow of acknowledgment before leaving.
“…Ah.”
The neatly dressed woman, who had been watching Serin enter, involuntarily let out a small gasp.
She immediately stood up, and upon seeing her, Serin couldn’t help but smile and move her lips.
“Yoon Eunha?”
Thinking it slightly odd to say, ‘Is it really Joan of Arc?’ she used her well-known real name.
“…Yes.”
The immensely beautiful woman nodded slightly, and Serin felt a bit taken aback.
Cautiously examining her, Serin found her appearance unexpectedly stunning.
Another World’s Joan of Arc, Yoon Eunha.
‘Meeting her in person feels completely different.’
Her looks from internet articles or the appearance from their last meeting in Another World paled in comparison to the reality.
While she looked similar, the atmosphere was distinctly different. The initial impression felt heavenly feminine.
Instead of holding a sword or with a cold, indifferent expression, now she looked vibrant with a range of emotions reflecting in her gaze as she looked at Serin.
As a result, the icy impression faded, and the meticulous way she adorned herself exuded a truly feminine charm.
And beyond the feelings that Serin experienced,
Yoon Eunha felt an overwhelming shock as she gazed at Serin.