Streamer Crazy About Slaughter - Chapter 123

“Yes, then.”

Accepting Ms. Eunha’s kindness, Serin picked up her fork.

Swoosh.

The fork sank into the surface of the apple pie so smoothly, it made Serin wonder if this dessert had such a soft texture.

As Serin dipped a piece of apple pie and was about to bring it to her mouth, she suddenly paused just before taking a bite.

“Are you not going to eat, Ms. Eunha?”

Seeing Ms. Eunha looking at her with an expectant expression, the words slipped out.

“Oh, I was going to eat too.”

As Eunha replied softly while picking up a piece of apple pie, Serin took her first bite as well.

Though both were eating apple pie, their reactions were different.

Eunha’s expression softened slightly, familiar with the taste of the apple pie she already knew,

In contrast, Serin’s eyes widened within seconds of tasting the apple pie.

A strange texture that was so moist it felt like it was falling apart.

And soon, a rich apple filling spread across her mouth. The filling, not too sweet and rich in flavor, was surprisingly delightful.

Eunha, glancing at Serin, smiled and asked softly, “How is it? Isn’t it delicious?”

“…Yes. It’s more delicious than I expected.”

While saying that,

Swoosh.

She dipped another piece of the overly moist pie back into her mouth.

Honestly, she didn’t particularly like desserts like pie and usually wouldn’t order them from the menu, so she hadn’t had high expectations.

But the apple pie she just ate was shockingly to her taste.

In fact, it seemed good enough that most people would likely enjoy it.

“I think I understand why you recommended it, Ms. Eunha.”

Serin smiled slightly while taking her next piece of apple pie.

As Eunha continued to look at her, waiting for her response, seeing Serin’s satisfied expression made her look even happier, and she began to recommend other desserts one by one.

While Serin ate the desserts Eunha recommended without much thought, she suddenly stopped and stared at Eunha, lost in thought.

“Are you actually eating, Ms. Eunha?”

“Yes, I’m eating too.”

Seeing Eunha lie so casually, Serin laughed in disbelief and cut a chocolate dessert nearby, placing it on Eunha’s plate.

“Here, have some, Ms. Eunha.”

Pausing for a moment at Serin’s actions, Eunha stopped handing her other desserts and took a bite of the one given. Serin watched her intently.

Serin looked at Eunha, eating as if she were repaying the same favor, and it was evident that Eunha was blushing at the gaze.

“Pfft…”

At that moment, Serin couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous it was.

What were they doing?

“Then let’s each eat as we please from now on. Got it?”

Eunha nodded slightly.

After that, Eunha no longer served desserts to Serin’s plate.

Thus, they began tasting the various desserts that filled both tables one by one.

However, no matter how much they ate, the desserts didn’t seem to diminish. Perhaps all the desserts were quite large, and even as they kept using their hands, it felt like the desserts on the table remained unchanged.

“It doesn’t seem to decrease even after eating.”

“Yeah… I guess I ordered a bit too much.”

Eunha spoke with a small voice, looking embarrassed, which made Serin smile faintly as she reached for a distant dessert.

As they exchanged minimal conversation while trying various desserts, Serin eventually came to understand.

She had thought the café’s desserts were quite pricey, but it wasn’t just due to the café’s atmosphere. It was simply because the portions of each dessert were not small.

Whether they were made in-house or not, it was evident that a lot of effort had been put into each dessert. Although none were as shockingly delicious as the first apple pie, they were all still worth eating.

Then, drinking some lemonade placed nearby, Eunha took a moment to collect her thoughts while watching Serin.

Since the very first moment they met, she had been very curious about Serin, but realizing it was a difficult question to ask straight out, Eunha opened her mouth now, feeling that they had both somewhat adjusted to the atmosphere.

“Is the character Lin modeled after you, Serin?”

“Oh, yes.”

Serin answered without hesitation.

With a nod of understanding, Eunha felt a sense of kinship and expressed slightly more interest.

“Somehow, I thought Serin’s appearance looked just like Lin’s character design. In fact, I was really surprised the first time I saw you. You’re just so pretty… I think if Lin were brought into reality, it would be someone like you. During the earlier moment, I couldn’t help but glance a bit, thinking that you’re much prettier than Lin’s character… so I might have stared at you without realizing.”

As Eunha continued speaking, Serin, sipping her lemonade, gradually stopped her actions and looked at Eunha with a subtle expression.

Clink.

The sound of the plastic container that held the lemonade bending slightly.

Serin realized she had unconsciously tightened her grip on the lemonade and pulled the straw from her mouth.

“Ah… th-thank you.”

Stammering out a response, Serin felt as though her hands and feet were curling up. In fact, she felt heat rising to her face.

Wondering what kind of thought made Eunha openly compliment someone in front of them, she stared at her closely, but Eunha was smiling softly without an ounce of malice, making it hard for Serin to speak up.

Then, Eunha, who seemed unable to touch, began to admire Serin’s pure white hair with a longing look.

“How is your hair color so beautiful? It doesn’t look like you dyed it; is it natural?”

“Yes, it’s because I’m mixed…”

Serin, fidgeting with her own white hair, nodded slightly.

Thud.

Placing the lemonade down on the table, Serin thought that if this continued, she would keep hearing awkward comments, so she opened her mouth to clear the awkwardness.

“Isn’t the character Joan of Arc also based on your real appearance, Ms. Eunha?”

“Ah, that’s right. Actually, I accidentally created the character in a way that it copied my appearance, but somehow it solidified into me living as Joan of Arc now.”

“Ms. Eunha, you’re even prettier in real life, so don’t people recognize you everywhere you go? Just now, seeing that there were fans, it seems like you’re quite popular both online and offline.”

Serin complimented Eunha, intentionally implying that she should experience the same thing, to which Eunha smiled shyly but nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, that’s why I don’t go out much. Recently, there are really too many people who recognize me…”

As if aware of her own beauty. Serin found herself at a loss for words at Eunha’s admission.

‘I thought she would deny it…’

Eunha not only agreed but seemed to genuinely feel that she was popular, which left Serin speechless.

Observing Serin, who was left without words, Eunha simply scanned her and spoke.

“You also have an appearance that seems very popular, don’t you find it troublesome? After all, you’ve become even more famous as Lin recently.”

“Ah, well… yes, that’s true. The way people look at me makes me not go out much either.”

…Stammering, Serin found herself wondering what she was saying.

“Oh, and one more thing I’m curious about: Did you design the character Lin’s appearance intentionally?”

“No. It was also a mistake on my part…”

Strictly speaking, it was from the previous ‘me’ that made it, but I was curious what kind of thought process lead me to create a character based on my real appearance.

“To be honest, I regretted a bit when I first created a character resembling me, but now… I just have to accept it. And also, Serin, please don’t give too much attention to people you meet, even if they’re fans. Honestly, while it’s nice, treating everyone like they’re special makes me feel tired.”

As if sharing a small tip, Eunha shared this with Serin, who found herself nodding subconsciously.

“Oh, and I think we have quite a few commonalities, don’t you think, Serin?”

“Commonalities?”

“Yeah, like how we both created characters based on our real appearances, or how it happened by mistake…”

Watching Eunha, who was now actively leading the conversation, Serin nodded slightly and changed her thoughts about her.

She had thought Eunha was a very pure and shy person, but now she could see that once she felt close or the distance was bridged, she became quite talkative.

…

Thus, having only sampled a few desserts, Eunha and Serin left the café with many desserts still uneaten.

While it would have been fine to continue talking inside, Eunha suddenly expressed a desire to go somewhere with Serin, leading her outside.

Since Serin had cleared her schedule for the day as a temporal hiatus, she just followed Eunha where she went.

Spending a day like this with someone didn’t feel bad at all.

Meeting a new person brought a curious feeling too.

Plus, since her companion was a well-known player, she felt it might be something special, but as they spent time together, she realized their mindsets weren’t that different after all.

As they conversed, she began to feel that Eunha was a really nice person, and she thought she understood why she was popular.

While she was lost in thought, Serin noticed a car that immediately caught her attention; they had barely walked for a minute after leaving the café.

Though Serin didn’t know much about cars, it was evident just from its appearance that this was no ordinary car. Such cars were often referred to as supercars, and the ones beyond that as hypercars. The car she was currently looking at surely cost tens of millions.

Just as she was about to walk past it, she heard Eunha call her name.

“Serin?”

Eunha suddenly stopped walking and called her.

Turning her head, Serin saw Eunha walking naturally toward the hypercar she had been drawn to. As Serin approached within a certain distance, the hypercar suddenly lit up, making a small sound.

Serin stared at it in a daze, thinking, “Surely not…”

Seeing Serin’s reaction, Eunha smiled slightly and opened the hypercar’s door.

Swish.

As the car door of the hypercar opened silently, Serin looked on, a bit bewildered.

“Get in.”

Now sounding quite relaxed, Eunha said gently to Serin.

Serin found herself unconsciously drawn to the car’s exterior and opened her mouth.

“Is this… your car, Ms. Eunha?”

She asked, half hoping it was true.

“Yes.”

Eunha answered without hesitation, looking at Serin as if to ask what the problem was.

Holding the car door, she seemed inviting her to get in.

The sight of Eunha holding the luxurious hypercar’s door appeared remarkably different. She exuded a refined femininity that matched so well with the hypercar’s background, it seemed like a scene out of a magazine.

Watching her, Serin felt that anything she could say might come off as inadequate…

So, Serin silently shifted her steps.

Thud.

As she slowly moved into the hypercar’s seat, Serin felt incredibly bashful.

Wasn’t this a scene more likely to be seen in a movie?

A beautiful woman opening the door for you and saying, “Get in.”

“No, I don’t think I’ve seen that even in movies.”

Swish.

As the door closed very smoothly, she saw Eunha walking gracefully alongside it.