Chapter 37: The Divine Yu Eunha Appears

I wore a black children's coat and swept up my bangs.

"……."

Standing before the mirror, I looked like some chuunibyou kid who'd caught the disease.

"I'm doomed. Totally doomed."

No matter how sharp my eyes were, with this short stature and chubby cheeks, I just looked cute. A Mage Hunter's charisma on a 7-year-old was asking too much.

"How about this cute dress instead?"

I pressed my forehead watching Monica pick out clothes with a face like she'd die happy. The dress she held had a cute bear embroidered on it.

"This will do. I'll go with this one."

"Eeeh~? What a waste. This wouldn't suit a little kid at all."

"Better than that!"

"Then what about this floral one?"

"I'd die first!"

What kind of mage shows up to the training ground in a floral dress? Irritated, I swept ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up my bangs again. If scary and intimidating weren't working, neutral clothes it was.

In the end, this is the most low-key option.

I considered tying my hair or wearing sunglasses when the shop owner approached.

"If you don't mind, how about braiding it to the side? Your two-tone hair is so pretty—it'd suit you well."

"Is that so? If you would, please."

She nodded, braided my hair rope-like near my temple, and smiled gently.

"See? It suits you perfectly."

"Does it? Thank you."

With the black coat over a black training suit, I poked Monica's side.

"This is it."

"...For real? All black? Kinda lacks flavor."

I narrowed my eyes.

"It's not the clothes—it's the character that matters."

"Hmmm. You'll regret it later? Should've gone for cute character! Hugging teddy bears and all!"

"That'll never happen."

I smirked, giving my plain outfit one last check.

Magic specialist broadcaster Hajieun scoped out the gathering reporters as she secured her spot.

Hajieun steadied her pounding heart reading the chat, taking a deep breath. To see that mage with the beautiful spell right in front of her— her chest raced.

"She's amazing, right? A 7-year-old 3-level mage. Unthinkable back in the day."

"Hmm, rumors she's stronger than Isara? Not sure about that."

Isara was practically sacred in Korea. Hard to badmouth ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on stream. Chat pushed back too.

"Still, grateful a mage on her level appeared."

As Hajieun chatted with viewers, a large sedan pulled up at the training ground entrance. A child stepped out the passenger side— definitely 7-year-old Yu Eunha.

"Whoa, her hair is gorgeous?"

No interview for sure, but if she glances my way once...

She'd prepped her secret weapon. Researched every match Yu Eunha appeared in for today. If her analysis was right, the girl would give her a shot.

As Hajieun filmed, eyeing her chance, a reporter stepped forward.

"One word please! What kind of mage will you become?"

Questions poured in.

"What's your routine gonna be?"

"Thoughts on Isara?"

"How was the 3-level test!"

Unlike Isara who'd answered everyone patiently, Yu Eunha ignored them all, heading straight in. Her master seemed flustered too, bowing lightly to reporters before following the girl.

"Ah, damn. Give an interview. Came all this way and she's acting all high and mighty."

The loud voice from some reporter-slash-nutuber made the girl stop.

Ah, of all times...

Hajieun bit her lip— her plan could crumble.

Yu Eunha, about to enter, glanced sharply at the reporters and nutubers.

"I never agreed to an interview."

Her voice was small but clear and firm. Like she'd been waiting for this.

"No promise, no permission— why are you here? If you need a doll to toy with, go find Isara."

Then, as she turned to go, someone held up a cake.

"This! Homemade cake— please take it!"

At Hajieun's voice, Yu Eunha froze. Her big eyes showed her pupils shaking wildly.

Yu Eunha stood stock-still before the training ground entrance and slowly opened her mouth.