“No way!” She refused the seductions of the Vampires coldly. Going along with the Vampires could end with sharp fangs plunged into your nape.
'Looks like I've gone through most of this place, too.' Yurin decided to conclude her journey in Todeum.
In Todeum, there were many paintings created by great artists. There were many works by masters that any painter would want to see at least once hanging here and there. Thanks to that, her Painting skill improved considerably, but she wanted to travel throughout the vast continent.
“Shall I move to a different place?” Yurin stood from her seat.
With a broad-brimmed hat pressed onto her head, she packed up her paint container and sketchbook. On her back hung a large brush.
Level 16.
At that level, it was impossible to even arm herself with good weapons. This brush was really just an ornament she had pulled out from the treasure trove of the Vampires. Its broadness was good for painting and it also had the effect of stunning weak monsters.
It was made of Mithril!
Since its durability was high enough for the hair on the brush to not fall out, it was quite useful.
“Well then, shall I go?”
Yurin roughly painted a picture onto the ground.
The scene she painted was one of the pub where Pale and the others drinking beer as they watched the video of Weed's battle. She drew things like Pale and the party members, the tables and the gathered people, and the interior of the pub.
When moving to an area she has never been to before, she had to make a fairly accurate depiction. If there was even the slightest difference in the portrayal, she could end up in a completely different place. However, when moving to a place with a person, she had to draw that person's portrait exactly.
If she roughly drew the party members and the location, she could use her Picture Teleportation skill.
After drawing the pub's scenery, Yurin drew herself sitting at an empty seat at the group's table.
After that, she was sitting in the pub.
“Kyaa. A King Hydra came out!”
“This is the best! Is he really a sculptor? The size of that monster really isn't normal.”
The pub was ringingly noisy, almost painful to the ears, from the sounds of people ordering food and beer, and there was even an uproar of boisterous cheers.
Although Yurin had suddenly appeared, no one paid any heed.
“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:
— You're my ideal type.
They had many conversations at the time — they'd also talked about ideal type.
“I really don't know if it's okay for me to ask…”
“It's fine, ask.”
“Unni, how do you manage your long, straight hair? Do you go to the salon often?”
“Nope. My hair is naturally easy to style, so I've been growing it for a few years.”
“You don't like earrings, rings, and other accessories, right?”
“Yeah. I don't put on cumbersome metal things.”
“As I thought! You also like to wear clothes modestly, right?”