[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 72

“Isabel, I’m in the middle of a personal broadcast.”

“Oh? So Ga-eul is a broadcaster.”

“Yeah, well, it’s my job.”

Isabel glanced at the phone mount I subtly pointed to with my finger and walked over to the desk.

“Hello, Korean friends!”

[OMG lol is this for real?]

[Do you like Soybean Paste Stew?]

[Who are youuuu?]

Just by Isabel standing in front of the phone, the chat was flooding in like crazy.

“Ahaha. Ga-eul! The chat is so fast!”

“Well, you can’t read it anyway since it’s in Korean.”

“That’s true.”

She laughed for a while reading the English chats from the viewers. She looked like she was on something, like she was missing a screw.

“Anyway, Ga-eul. Let’s have a productive conversation.”

“What about?”

“There’s a spring runway show in Trang.”

“I’m not doing it.”

At my immediate answer, Isabel’s emerald eyes widened.

“…Why?”

“What do you mean why? I just don’t want to. I heard even professional walking models have a hard time practicing for it. Isn’t that right?”

“That’s true… but it’s Trang. Ga-eul, do you even know what Trang is?”

“I’ve heard of it. It’s super expensive.”

“Y-you’ve only heard of it? Oh… my god, Ga-eul.”

Isabel looked like she had lost her country.

[LOLOLOL the room master lololol]

[LOLOLOLOL]

[Why are you laughing? Let’s laugh together]

[Isabel brought up the job and the room master shut it down in 1 second lol]

“Ga-eul, is it because of the pay? I’ll give you the best in the industry, no, even better than that.”

“I’m not doing it. Not interested.”

“Ga-eul, all sorts of celebs are lining up to wear my clothes!”

[Is this how Isabel gets treated? LOLOLOL]

“Don’t waste your energy on weird things, let’s greet our Pposiraegi.”

Isabel, who had been looking hopeless, finally noticed Baekseol on my shoulder and locked eyes with her.

“Oh my god, it’s a baby rabbit. It’s so tiny!”

“She’s my partner.”

As always, Baekseol wiggled her front paws.

“Hi, little friend.”

She wanted to get closer but was fidgeting, worried that the tiny Baekseol might get hurt.

“Isabel, hold out both your hands.”

“Huh? Oh, like this?”

I gently placed Baekseol on Isabel’s outstretched palms, and her eyes sparkled.

“Whoaaa… So cute. Ga-eul! Her palms are warm!!”

It was hilarious to see the big shot owner of Trang freaking out over a tiny rabbit.

The image of the strict designer in my head was nowhere to be seen. She was more innocent than I thought.

“Our Baekseol is a bit warm.”

“Yeah, she is.”

Soft. Warm. Is your name Baekseol? What does it mean?”

“Just a name that feels like a white snowflake.”

“A warm snowflake, huh.”

[Why is Baekseol not here!!!]

[Isabel looks super happy lol]

“Ga-eul, can I take a photo?”

“Sure. Should I take it for you?”

Isabel, who was pondering my words, shook her head.

“Let’s take it together.”

“Me too?”

Perhaps because of Baekseol on her palm, she stiffened her arm and only nodded her head.

“Alright.”

At Isabel’s request to take a photo with her phone, I took out her phone from her pocket.

“How should we take it?”

As I tried to take a selfie with my arm stretched out, I noticed my phone mount.

“Hey guys, look at the sky for a sec.”

[?????]

[How much is that?]

[Why are you showing us an expensive chandelier?]

[Room Master!!!]

I took out my phone that was broadcasting and replaced it with Isabel’s phone, setting the timer.

“Isabel, I set it for 15 seconds.”

“Alright, let’s take it.”

Taking a photo seemed like such a big deal, I was all pumped up.

—Click!

The shutter sound from the phone played, and when I checked the photo, it was unusable.

“…Isabel. Are you holding some kind of treasure?”

In the photo, Isabel was smiling brightly, holding Baekseol as if it were a treasure.

“What can I do? Baekseol is like a baby.”

“Baekseol is probably a hundred times more agile than you, Isabel.”

I pointed at Isabel’s shoulder with my finger while looking at Baekseol.

“Ah!”

At my gesture, Baekseol jumped up and landed on Isabel’s shoulder, making her scream.

“Is it on my shoulder now?”

Unlike Isabel, who was stiff with only her eyes rolling, Baekseol was already standing on her shoulder, posing with its front paws on Isabel’s neck.

“Don’t worry, Baekseol won’t fall, let’s take the photo.”

“R-really?”

Seeing tiny Baekseol jump like that, it seemed like a natural reaction.

“Yes, really.”

“Whew—.”

[Room Master???]

[You didn’t forget us, right?]

After setting up Isabel’s phone and coming back, she still looked stiff but better than before.

“Alright, Isabel. Say cheese~”

“Cheese~”

—Click!

Looking at the phone, this time the photo seemed pretty good.

“How is it?”

“It’s great! Let’s take some more.”

She seemed to like the photo, nodding her head repeatedly.

─Click! Click! Click!

“Let’s all link arms and take a cool photo this time.”

By the time I started wondering how many photos we needed to take, the photo session finally ended.

Isabel was sweating buckets from how hard she was posing. Midway through, she got excited and started demanding all sorts of poses.

“Are you satisfied?”

[Room Master??]

[That chandelier is freaking gorgeous]

“Ha! Of course! How does Baekseol even pull off these poses?”

In the photo Isabel showed, Baekseol was standing under a streetlight, facing away from Isabel’s head, looking like a detective.

“Don’t worry, I told you. Even if you did a tumble right now, Baekseol wouldn’t fall off.”

“You’re a fascinating friend. By the way, Ga-eul, can I upload these photos?”

“Upload? Where?”

[Room Master!!!!!!]

“Where else? Obviously on SNS. Don’t you do it, Ga-eul?”

“No, I don’t. Feel free to do as you like.”

She looked at me curiously when I said I don’t use SNS.

[There are people here!!!]

While Isabel was busy fiddling with her phone, I put mine back on the mount.

[Chandelieeeeeeer!!!!!!!!!!]

[How much is that? How much is that? How much is that?]

After putting my phone back, the viewers were going wild.

“What’s wrong with these guys? Did you all take drugs together?”

[Ohh!! Room Master!!! Don’t abandon usㅠㅠㅠㅠ]

[Wow!!!!!!! She’s here!!!!!]

[Chungchungsengseng ^^^^77]

“My guys are going crazy again. Has the cooldown ended?”

[We don’t need the chandelier, we just need you]

[Don’t abandon us, don’t abandon us, don’t abandon us]

While calming down the viewers who were having a meltdown, Isabel was busy showing Baekseol, who was perched on her shoulder, the photos and picking the best ones.

“Baekseol, how’s this photo?”

When Isabel asked, Baekseol tapped the photo with her paw.

“You like this one? Oh my gosh.”

She must’ve picked up some weird phrases after glancing at my phone earlier.

“These guys are like poison poured into a river.”

[Lol, we’re a bit like that]

[Shyㅎㅎㅎ]

“Shy my ass, you wanna die for real? Where do you live? I’ll come find you.”

[East of Buyeo Castle]

[Henesys]

While I was going nuts with the viewers, Isabel came over.

“Ga-eul, what are you doing?”

“Just messing around with the viewers. Did you pick your photos, Isabel?”

“Yeah, I did.”

She showed me her phone, and there was one photo displayed.

It wasn’t a well-taken photo, but the first one I took, with Baekseol held in both hands, smiling brightly.

It was a bit of a silly photo.

“Why did you use this one? There are plenty of well-taken photos.”

“I like this one. I think my friend likes it too.”

“Well, if Isabel likes it, that’s fine. But now that I look at it, I see you took it in your pajamas.”

In the photo, I was standing next to Isabel, wearing the Rokati I got from the Viper Squad.

“I thought Ga-eul was a soldier when I saw this.”

“I visited the military base for a bit and got this outfit as a gift.”

“Coolontine. Simple and nice clothes.”

“Is that so? It’s comfortable.”

Talking about this and that with Isabel, it seemed like quite a bit of time had passed.

“Isabel, I think it’s time to start getting ready. I’ll go get ready to go out, so play with Baekseol.”

“Wait, I brought a bunch of clothes. I’ll coordinate them for you.”

I think she was talking about the bag Grandfather Kamar brought earlier.

“Uh, um… I appreciate the thought, but I’ll wear the clothes I brought.”

“What? Why!”

Isabel jumped up as if to say, “What are you talking about?”

In my head, models walking in a fashion show wearing avant-garde outfits flashed by.

I couldn’t accept it with my aesthetic sense, and I didn’t understand it either.

“I’m someone with very little artistic sensibility, so wearing clothes made by a professional designer feels burdensome, and they’re expensive too. Uh…”

As I rambled on, trying to avoid saying I didn’t want to wear them, Isabel gave me a cold stare.

“Ga-eul, I get what you’re worried about and I understand what you’re saying, but it’s not that kind of outfit.”

“It’s not like wearing a jar around your torso, is it?”

“No.”

“Then, is it a skirt that’s stiff and tiered like a wedding cake?”

“No.”

“How about clothes made of see-through plastic?”

“Ga-eul. I’m Isabel, the owner of Trang. Trust me.”

“Okay.”

Isabel’s eyes were blazing. The moment I saw her intense gaze that showed no compromise on fashion, I thought of Ti-panties.