The Villainess VTuber Rips People Apart

Chapter 11

It's Time to Face the Problems I've Been Avoiding

Humans cannot survive without money. That includes me, a noble lady from the Duke's house.

Of course, I have certain advantages over others: my extraordinary beauty, often hailed as the most beautiful noblewoman in the Empire, and my physical prowess, which surpasses even that of most adult men.

But I also have some serious disadvantages.

“Working at a restaurant isn’t an option,” I thought to myself.

Cooking and cleaning were out of the question for me. And let’s be honest, working in an office might not be feasible either.

I once collected taxes from the citizens of the duchy and was offered high rewards by people eager to have me, rewards greater than those offered to mercenaries.

Could you imagine a proud noble lady being bossed around by someone else? Nobles are nothing if not proud.

In this sense, teaching was one of the few things I could barely tolerate. After all, only nobles can teach other nobles. The tutors who taught me back at the Duke’s estate were all aristocrats.

It’s laughable to think of a duke’s daughter working as a tutor, but when it comes to making money, sometimes pride has to take a backseat. I’m flexible enough to understand that.

And then there’s the matter of streaming.

I hadn’t considered it until now, but with my bank account running low, it suddenly seemed like a viable option.

I had been thinking about becoming a professional gamer, but most pros are men. I could imagine how awkward living in a dorm with them might get.

And when pros reach the end of their career, many of them become streamers anyway.

“Maybe it’s time I learn more about being a streamer,” I thought.

To clarify, it’s not because I’m broke.

I’ve still got enough savings to get by for a few months, and if it comes to it, I can always dip into my emergency funds.

This is purely about planning for my future. I’m just curious about what kind of profession streaming really is.

That’s all.

"Should We Charge 1 Million Won for the Game Coaching?"

[I'm not sure how game coaching fees are usually set, but they’re suggesting 1 million won. Does that sound okay?]

"I’ll accept."

The words slipped out formally before I could stop myself.

How could I possibly turn down 1 million won?

Virtual YouTubers (Virtubers) Require a Lot of Manpower

To create a Virtuber, many people are involved.

For example, when designing a Virtuber's model, it’s common to hire illustrators from outside the company. It’s not feasible to have a whole team of in-house illustrators if you’re not a game company.

But what happens if you only rely on a few illustrators for all the modeling work? Naturally, the work slows down.

Managing just one Virtuber wouldn’t be a problem, but EYEAI manages about 20 Virtubers.

As their tenure progresses, Virtubers need new outfit designs. It’s impossible for one or two illustrators to handle outfits for 20 different models.

On top of that, this year’s new Virtuber recruits have been confirmed, adding another 3 to 5 models to the workload. If the illustrators are expected to handle that too, they’ll be completely overworked.

So outsourcing becomes a necessity for managing Virtubers.@@@@

Modeling, recording and mixing, music video production, video editing—there are many outsourced roles that Virtuber managers coordinate.

“But is game coaching considered outsourcing? I’m not sure.”

Anna pondered the thought, tilting her head in confusion.

It didn’t really matter whether it was considered outsourcing or not. She had heard that some Virtubers even hired dance or vocal trainers, so this was probably similar.

“The call’s done. She agreed.”

Leon came back into the room after finishing her phone call.

Anna glanced at her briefly before shifting her focus back to the monitor.

"Our jobs? You mean being a Virtuber and a manager?"

"Y-Yeah... Let’s just say we’re regular streamers."

"I don’t mind, but why?"

"My family doesn’t know that I’m a Virtuber...."

"Ohhh."

Anna understood immediately.

Right, wasn’t her concept something like a cat-eared princess from a feline planet? Something about running away from her duties because she didn’t want to inherit the throne.

Virtuber concepts often range from quirky to bizarre, but Leon's was especially out there.

She would even add "meow" to the end of her sentences sometimes. Anna had often wondered how her senior wasn’t embarrassed by it.

"Let’s just say we’re school acquaintances... No need to mention the company name."

"Why did you take on a concept you couldn’t handle? Honestly, when I first saw it, I thought you’d lost your mind."

"...I’ll punch you."

A Guest Arrives at Our House

"Leon, bring the guest to the living room, then come to my room."

[...What?]

I hung up the phone and waited for Leon to come.

"Why are you still hiding in your room?"

"I can’t greet the guest looking like this. Help me tidy up my hair."

"Do you have to...?"

Leon asked with a puzzled expression.

Instead of answering, I simply sat down in front of the vanity.

Leon sighed and moved behind me to start fixing my hair.

"We have scones and macarons in the kitchen, don’t we?"

"The ones you bought? Yeah, they should still be there."

"Make sure to serve them with tea. But ask first whether they prefer tea or coffee."

"...Are we running a café now?"

Leon looked at me with a mix of disbelief, but this was unavoidable. First impressions matter, after all.

Come to think of it, this is the first time we’ve ever had a guest at our house.

While our parents had visited before, no one outside the family had ever come.

It’s better to go a bit overboard and make a luxurious impression than to respond inadequately.

Would wearing a dress be too much?

Wearing a dress would be traditional, but this wasn’t a medieval fantasy world—it was Earth. Besides, I’d already had my hair done, and changing now would be a hassle.

After finishing the preparations, I brought Leon out with me.

"Welcome. Thank you for coming all this way."

I greeted her with a warm smile.

A woman was waiting in the living room.

She looked at me with wide eyes, seemingly in shock.

After a brief moment of staring, she spoke,

"I’m sorry to say this when we’ve just met, but could you please insult me?"

...Excuse me?