Chapter 66
Chapter 66
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Sara Iris (1)
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Republic of Korea, Incheon International Airport.
A blonde girl stepped off the plane.
Her golden hair, like molten gold, shattered the sunlight and gleamed brilliantly. Her fairy-like beauty possessed a magnetic allure that turned heads among passersby, men and women alike.
"Unfair. I can't believe no one actually came with me."
The number one VTuber in the English-speaking world.
Sara Iris pouted her lips.
'Sara, what do you mean going to Korea all of a sudden?'
Of course, she knew it wasn't an easy trip from the US to Korea—a grueling flight of over ten hours—and that deciding to go wasn't simple. Still, her young heart couldn't help feeling a bit resentful.
"I know everyone's busy, of course."
Rayshojo.
Sara gave a wry smile as she thought of her friends and colleagues from the major English-speaking MCN.
Unlike her, they were streaming regularly while preparing something massive behind the scenes, so it made sense they didn't have time left like she did.
With a brief thank-you, Sara passed through the international airport gate and headed toward the line of taxis.
"Oh, an American young lady, huh?"
Sara nodded slightly.
It was her first time in Korea, so she felt a little nervous, but she'd heard it was far safer than the US.
Even when a strange uncle struck up a conversation, it didn't scare her much.
Sara quietly handed the driver the note she was holding.
"Let's see, you're a well-prepared young lady. Hmm... Ah, a building where companies are clustered."
Soon, the taxi departed from Incheon International Airport, and Sara asked,
"Can I roll down the window?"
"Oh, you speak Korean too?"
"A little."
"Go ahead. Roll 'em all down and let's make it nice and breezy?"
"Thank you."
Thanks to the driver's kindness, all the windows went down at once. Combined with the fresh airport surroundings, a cool, invigorating natural breeze filled the taxi.
Ah, this feels great.
Blue skies, fluffy clouds, a cool yet warm breeze blowing in.
Her lips curved up naturally. It was the kind of weather that sparked dreams of tomorrow.
"I can't wait to meet them."
"Huh? Going to see a boyfriend?"
"Nah, I'd get in trouble for that."
Not a boyfriend, but still someone she absolutely wanted to meet.
As she thought of that one person who could help her write new legends, Sara quietly enjoyed the breeze.
Meanwhile, at that very moment.
Legend's house.
"So languid."
Is the life of someone without work really this boring?
Lying on the sofa and rolling around, I let out a yawn and tossed my phone onto the bed.
Oh, nice shot.
I was worried about the distance, but luckily it landed perfectly way over there.
Startled by my antics, Myth asked,
"What're you doing so dangerously, Seol-ah?"
"But you banned me from working entirely, so I have nothing to do."
On the sofa—more precisely, on Myth's lap, which had become my designated spot—I rolled around.
A few days had passed since Myth learned from Sua about my all-nighter on White Day.
I'd been under a work ban for a while.
The reason? Health management, roughly speaking.
Apparently, Myth wasn't pleased that I'd pulled several all-nighters for that White Day gift.
Eh, I haven't felt tired at all since then.
"Can't I do something at least?"
"No. That's workaholism, Seol-ah."
"Hiiing."
"...Even cute acts won't change it."
Tch, even my ultimate cute pout, braving embarrassment, doesn't work?
I never realized it when I was glued to my desk fiddling with the computer every day, but yeah, I might really be a workaholic.
Just a few days without touching the computer or sculpting avatars, and withdrawal symptoms were already kicking in—my hands trembling visibly.
...Wait, hold on.
Why are they actually shaking?
"Myth, look at this."
"Huh? What's wrong—why's your hand shaking?"
"Right? Am I really a workaholic? Is this withdrawal? Ahh~ Guess I have no choice but to work then."
Myth clasped my hand between both of hers.
"There, calm down."
With those words, my hand stopped shaking instantly.
No way, is this magic?
I stared at my hand in shock.
Come on, right hand.
Is your obsession with work only that much? Shake already!
Of course, it didn't shake again. You sneaky thing. You like Myth's hand that much?
...Yeah, it feels nice.
"How about an April Fool's event instead? Like, 'I wasn't working, but I prepared an April Fool's map anyway~'"
"I'd really snap then."
"Aw, come on, let me work a bit."
"Too much work in a row strains your body. The doctor said so."
"True, but..."
With her worrying about me like this, I had nothing to say.
But staying cooped up at home every day felt a bit regrettable too.
"Wanna go out on a date?"
"Huh."
Did she not expect me to suggest it first?
Myth visibly panicked.
She hurriedly turned on her phone.
"Hmm... It's 1 PM now, stream's at 8 PM tonight... Wanna go out and grab dinner?"
"Wouldn't you be too tired to stream after going out for dinner?"
"With you, how could I be tired?"
"...That's cheating."
"Time to get used to it, no?"
"I'll never get used to it."
Just then, as I lounged on her thighs in broad daylight, Myth's phone rang.
"Huh? President? Haven't had company stuff in ages—what's up?"
"Answer it. Should I move?"
"Mmm, you can stay right here."
Myth even pressed my head firmly against her thigh to keep me from getting up.
The pleasant pressure made me feel like a cat.
Is that why cats love boxes? Some comforting, soothing sensation.
"President? Did I do something wrong?"
-Haha, first thing you ask? Worried you stirred up some controversy?
"No no no. So, what's going on? You usually go through us."
-Well... A peculiar guest came looking for you. Wanna come in and talk?
The president sounded awkward even from here.
A peculiar guest? Who could it be?
Myth pondered for a moment before asking back,
"A peculiar guest? Who is it?"
-Sara.
Myth and I both flinched at the word.
Sara?
The Sara I knew?
-Sara Iris showed up at the agency out of nowhere, waiting for you.
"What?!"
After more talk, Myth sighed deeply and hung up.
"...Looks like the date's gotta wait."
Her expression as she said it looked genuinely downcast.
Like she'd burst into tears if poked wrong.
"Wanna go together?"
"Huh?"
"Company counts as a date, right? As long as we're together."
Myth giggled and hopped up.
"Yeah, it does. That's a date too."
The thighs that had supported me left a red mark as she stood, and Myth bustled about getting ready.
"Alright, let's wash up and get ready, Seol-ah. I'll pick you up in 30 minutes."
"Okay."
Her face looked truly happy as she said it—good call on my part.
On the way to the company.
Since it was sudden notice today, we couldn't wait for our driver and took a taxi instead.
"Sara...? You two close?"
"Yeah. We've collabed multiple times, and last year we met in Tokyo for a joint show."
"Ah, that Tokyo Dome live, right?"
"Yep. That was fun~."
Myth closed her eyes with a smile.
Then she turned to me and poked my cheek.
"Though I'm happier now, of course."
"...Stop flirting like it's breathing."
"Nope."
I shrugged.
What can you do when she won't?
This heart-pounding daily life that feels like it'll burst my chest—maybe I'll carry it forever.
"Any guess why she came?"
"Oh, that... um."
Hmm. Myth trailed off.
She furrowed her brow, deep in thought.
You'll get wrinkles— I smoothed her glabella with my fingers.
Myth paused in surprise, then continued pondering under my touch.
"Hmm. No clue. She wouldn't fly to Korea for something trivial."
"Something urgent enough for Korea, or worth that level of sincerity."
"Something needing that sincerity... Ah, no way."
Myth's head snapped up.
She stared into space, thinking hard, then turned to me.
Whoa, why's she staring so intently? It's embarrassing.
I waved my hand in the air, but her eyes stayed fixed on me.
Huh? Wait, don't tell me—
"Me?"
I pointed at my face.
She came all the way to Korea to see me?