Come quick.”
“Have you been well, sis?”
As expected, Hwaryeong was the very first to greet Yurin. With that, Yurin greeted Irene, Romuna, and Surka, whom she had not seen for a long time.
“So you were in Todeum until now….you shoulda come sooner.”
“There were many things I wanted to draw. I was busy doing drawing quests. Now that I’ve come, please buy me lots of tasty things, sis.”
“Sure. I’ll buy you anything.”
Hwaryeong and Yurin clicked really well. They chatted busily even while watching Weed’s video. Because Irene and Romuna were also chatty, there was no end to the conversation of the girls.
“You changed your equipment?”
“Yeah. The last outfit was too revealing, y’know. This time I picked an elegant outfit. What do you think, is it alright?”
“It’s really pretty. Where did you buy those earrings from?”
“They’re a monster drop. They’re from Goblins, do they suit me?”
“They suit you really well.”
Da’in also introduced herself to Yurin first. “I’m the party’s Shaman…Da’in. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Unni.”
Da’in was pretty shy, but because they were really nice people, she opened up to them quickly.
Then, while they were chatting and watching the adventure video, after exchanging a few greetings, a question suddenly jumped out from Hwaryeong’s mouth.
“Yurin, what kind of girl does your brother like?”
“What?”
“I mean… does he have a preference in a girl’s personality, appearance, or stuff like that?”
“Are you asking me about his ideal type?”
“Yeah. Don’t you know a lot about your brother as a little sister?”
It was loud in the tavern due to the battle video, but people’s attention was more drawn to the table where Yurin sat.
The ideal type of Weed, who had never shown the slightest interest in women.
“I don’t know either.”
“Why not? Hasn’t your brother dated anyone before?” Hwaryeong’s eyes gleamed exceptionally.
“Not that I know of.”
“I see. Still, there has to be an ideal type he likes.”
“I kind of know, but I don’t know how to explain it.”
“For example, what about a girl like me?” Hwaryeong smiled brightly as she asked. She, who ranked number one as the most desirable date and wife in world-famous magazines! Hwaryeong was full of dignity, charm, and confidence.
Yurin slightly shook her head apologetically. “Unni… is probably not brother’s ideal type.”
Hwaryeong quickly became glum and asked, “What part of me is lacking?”
The party was shocked.
How could he dare to not love Hwaryeong? What kind of deep reason could there be?!
Could it be a painful story of the past? Or was it because he was worried about getting swept up in a scandal since Hwaryeong was a top celebrity?
“Sis, how many clothes do you buy a year?”
“About fifty or so. I also receive a lot of clothes from my sponsors.”
“My brother hates spending money on buying clothes.”
Hwaryeong, who was wearing brand-name clothes, brand-name heels, and brand-name perfume, could never become Weed’s ideal type!
“Then what about me?” asked Irene, smiling demurely.
Since she had befriended Yurin through in-game whispers, Irene asked it half-jokingly.
Pale and Zephyr silently nodded. No man could dislike Irene. She had a devoted, kind, feminine, and had an austere personality. Plus she was pretty to boot.
“I don’t think you’re is his ideal type either, unni.”
“Why?”
“He won’t like that you’ll probably get scammed later because of your kind nature.”
“……!”
Romuna also asked, “How about me?”
“Since unni has a snappy, firm personality…. but because of your major….”
“What’s wrong with my major?”
“You’re a music student. My brother says he doesn’t like that because it takes a lot of money to play music.”
A deep-rooted prejudice against the fine-arts!
Hwaryeong spoke sulkily, “Does he even have an ideal type of woman?”
“Actually though, my brother probably doesn’t even think about his ideal type. I don’t really know about things like his preference, but it’ll work with the right mindset.”
“A mindset he likes, huh.”
Yurin looked at Da’in and continued, “I think Da’in-unni is the closest to my brother’s ideal type.”
“Why?” Da’in smiled happily.
Sometime in the middle of hunting in the caves of the City of Heaven, Lavias, Weed had told her: