“Everyone, please come in.”
Seo-yoon was sitting at the table, watching Eluke’s broadcast.
The image of Eluke on the smartphone screen looked no different than before.
She wore a pure white robe and had an upright posture, and her beauty was unmasked even by a somewhat low-performing webcam.
Her elegance was on a level different from that of ordinary streamers.
Seo-yoon had thought about putting on some makeup before the broadcast but decided against it. After all, she was beautiful even without it.
“Today, before the main broadcast, I would like to introduce my daughters. Aren’t they both pretty? They take after my looks.”
The special guests for this broadcast were Erina and Ibailla.
The twin girls, sitting side by side on their mother’s lap, were sparkling with excitement. It seemed they were fascinated by the computer and broadcasting equipment.
‘They really take after their mom.’
Pink hair and eyes, snow-white skin, and small lips.
Anyone could tell that Erina and Ibailla were Eluke’s daughters. They looked like miniature versions of her.
A stranger might mistake them for sisters instead of mother and daughters.
Of course, it would only be for a moment, as the age difference was too evident.
Nevertheless, there was no denying that she had an overly beautiful appearance for a thirty-something married woman.
This was not only because of her own beauty; it was also due to a blessing.
‘Should I ask for such a blessing too?’
She had received a blessing before, but it expired and disappeared.
According to Eluke, only the Goddess can grant enduring blessings.
In other words, “I Want to Get a Job” had received a benefit that wouldn’t disappear until death. Honestly, she was a bit jealous.
‘I should have sponsored first.’
Seo-yoon would have plenty of opportunities ahead, but it couldn’t be helped; a feeling of envy lingered.
What kind of blessing had been bestowed upon the job-seeking guy? If she became Eluke’s manager, maybe she’d get the chance to ask him one day.
“Many people are asking how old they are. They are both five years old in Korean age. They’re starting to be a bit defiant now.”
Even while Seo-yoon was momentarily lost in thought, Eluke was diligently communicating with the viewers.
The viewer count had already surpassed ten thousand, and even though the chat was moving at an incredibly fast pace, she was trying her best to read through it all.
Despite having reached a high position, her nature always aimed for the best. Eluke was the most earnest pope anyone could know.
But there was an issue; sometimes, she would blaze up too fiercely.
“Ririrara, please mind the chat. Are you looking to get struck by lightning?”
Here we go again.
Eluke had been speaking somewhat roughly since the start of the broadcast. It wasn’t swearing, but it was a cute threat nonetheless. However, if it escalated too much, it could lead to trouble.
Especially if it crossed a line and became a violation of the law, Seo-yoon couldn’t cover for her. No matter how much of a returnee one was, they had to be punished for breaking the law.
‘What kind of chat did they send to provoke this?’
But generally, Eluke’s fury only erupted when there was a justifiable reason for it.
Wondering what it could be this time, Seo-yoon scrolled up in the chat and caught a glimpse of the offending viewer’s message and couldn’t help but chuckle.
[Ririrara: Bringing out the kids makes you seem more like an auntie]
That was a sensitive trigger for Eluke.
They probably did it on purpose for the reaction. It was amusing that she responded vigorously to a mere poke.
Suddenly, a playful idea struck Seo-yoon, and she quickly typed out a response.
[Evil Ginger: Teacher, you seem a bit off today]
As soon as her message appeared, Eluke, like a ghost, narrowed her eyes slightly. Then she quietly said,
“Goddess, please do as requested.”
What request could that be?
Just as curiosity started to rise, a sudden sharp sensation pricked her scalp. It felt like a slight sting, as if a needle had poked her.
‘What’s this?’
Seo-yoon absentmindedly touched her head.
Then she grasped something in her hand and checked it, revealing a small, hot stone. But it was pink.
She could roughly guess who had dropped it.
‘…This is really lightning striking.’
Seo-yoon stared blankly for a moment before breaking into a laugh. It was ridiculous enough to make her chuckle.
A pope asking for lightning to strike her for being teased about her age, and a goddess actually granting that request.
Neither party was entirely sane. This was overly bold and aggressive for modern society.
If others knew what the Goddess’s personality was like, they would think the same as Seo-yoon.
‘Huh?’
At that moment, a brilliant idea flashed through Seo-yoon’s mind. Fearing she might forget it, she quickly opened her notes to jot it down.
[The First Content in iTube History – Interview with a God]
‘That’s brilliant!’
Seo-yoon was secretly impressed. It seemed she had a talent for being an iTuber.
*
“Who are you talking to right now?”
Erina looked up at me and asked. I smiled back at the lovely eldest daughter.
“Erina. Do you remember the time I talked with the distant sage sister using magic? It’s sort of like that.”
I graduated with a liberal arts degree. I didn’t have the brain to explain the workings of modern technology to a five-year-old, so I just muddled it as something similar to magic.
Fortunately, the bright Erina understood without issue.
“So that rectangular thing is like a magic tool? Wow, it works even without mana!”
“Isn’t it amazing?”
“Yeah!”
Honestly, science was less fascinating than magic, which was more dazzling and impressive. However, that didn’t seem to be the case for Erina, who was born and raised in that world.
While Erina’s eyes sparkled, admiring the computer monitor and the main unit, a small donation appeared on the screen.
[Red Lime has sponsored 1,000 won]
– Those kids are so cute! What are their names?
“Fresh Bread, thank you for 1,000 won. I was just about to mention their names, so this is perfect.”
I placed my hand on Erina’s head and continued speaking.
“This is my eldest daughter, Erina. As you can see, she’s very curious, and her bright, sparkling eyes are her defining features. Erina, greet them while looking over there.”
My daughter stared intently at the webcam I pointed to and then bowed.
“I’m Erina.”
How could she say her greeting so clearly and neatly?
Right after that, she became shy and buried her face in my chest, but still, she managed to respond quite bravely.
“Great job!”
“Did I do well?”
“Our Erina always does well.”
After introducing Erina to the viewers, I gently stroked the face of my second daughter beside her.
“Please stand up for a moment.”
Ibailla had fallen asleep by then, using my chest as a pillow.
It was a delightful sight for viewers, causing the chat to rustle a bit. Most of the messages were praises and cheers for my daughters.
– Must be soft, haha
– So cute
– Takes after her mom, huh?
– Any thoughts of doing a parenting iTube?
But it wasn’t as intense as I expected. Especially regarding my overly confident pair, the reactions were almost nonexistent.
Probably because of the phrase “My husband is coming” written at the top of the broadcast screen.
However, there were occasionally some folks who didn’t seem to understand the danger.
– Sacred Power pocket lol
I didn’t know what the words in the brackets meant, but they seemed somewhat dirty. I intuitively felt it was a word the kids shouldn’t learn.
I decided to take action immediately.
“Liam. Please temporarily ban the person who mentioned the Sacred Power pocket thing. And make sure to remember their location so you can find them later.”
Not long after I gave the command, a response came through.
[(☆)riamclytia: Action completed]
That was a message from Liam, who was in charge of managing the chat and bad viewers. Had he already handled it? I was a bit surprised by how quick that response was.
– ???
– Are you actually going to find them?
– Is this for real?
– I haven’t done anything!
The chat quickly descended into chaos. But soon, the expressions and words started to soften. It was a desirable phenomenon.
“Very good. There’s absolutely no reason to type bad things in the chat. Please all watch the broadcast with beautiful goodwill.”
I watched the somewhat calmed chat with a satisfied heart.
– Honestly, Pope, you look like you’re in your late teens.
– For real, haha
– I don’t see where anyone gets ‘auntie’ from.
– I still can’t believe you’re a mom.
– Were you not the older sister?
– Married women are the best!
I… liked it. It was the ideal chat I had wished for.
“Mom, why are you laughing?”
“Erina, look at the messages coming up here. They’re all people.”
“Really?”
“Yes, take a look.”
We stared together, and I could watch without getting tired.
However, Erina stared at the chat for a moment and tilted her head.
“Mom, these people are strange. They all say you’re young.”
“……”
The pure-hearted eldest left a small scar in my heart as she brightly addressed everyone.
“Our mom is pretty, but she isn’t young!”
As soon as I heard that, I immediately turned my gaze away from the chat. I could already guess what kind of spectacle was unfolding there, so I decided not to look.
However, no matter what, I couldn’t stop the sound of sponsorship notifications.
[Immortal Bread has sponsored 1,000 won]
– Even the daughter admitted you’re the teacher/auntie.
[Narva has sponsored 1,000 won]
– Unlike mom, she speaks only the truth.
[Evil Ginger has sponsored 1,000 won]
– Hahahahahahaha
The parade of sponsorships continued, including my first viewer—the promising disciple.
[I Want to Get a Job has sponsored 1,000 won]
– Honestly, I think it’s time to stop denying it.
“…….”
In that moment, I almost rescinded the status of ‘disciple’ but stopped. I had already sworn an oath to the goddess, and it would be difficult to reverse.
Instead, I resolved to demote him back to a layman immediately after the appointment.
‘Just you wait.’
While I was plotting revenge on that audacious candidate for elevation, I heard a soft sound.
“Ughh.”
Ibailla, who had been asleep, rubbed her eyes and woke up. I gently placed my hand on the cute second daughter’s head and quickly changed the subject.
“This is my second daughter, Ibailla. She’s a quiet child who doesn’t talk much. Ibailla, look over there and say just one thing…”
“Yawn.”
Before I could finish the introduction, Ibailla let out a long yawn.
Then, she stared up at me blankly. She looked like she wanted to go back to sleep.
“Ibailla, are you going to sleep?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Then, before you go, could you just say something over there?”
“What do you mean?”
“That would be…”
I paused and wiped the smile off my face.
“There are some people who keep making fun of me. Please teach them a lesson.”
My second child was usually quiet and blank, but she would sometimes express her feelings, especially when I was in a tough spot.
“…They made fun of mom?”
Just as I expected, Ibailla asked softly. Her brows slightly furrowed, indicating she was getting uncomfortable.
I feigned a pitying look and gazed sadly at my second daughter.
“They keep nibbling at my weaknesses… Please help me…”
“……”
Ibailla grew serious as she looked at me, her small fists clenched tightly.
Then, quickly, she spun to glare at the webcam I had pointed to earlier.
“That’s unfair.”
My second daughter mumbled softly and glared at the webcam with a glum expression, slowly raising her left hand.
Her middle finger was fully extended.
“…Ibailla.”
I calmly folded Ibailla’s finger back down. And in a small voice, I asked,
“Who taught you that? Was it Dad?”
“No.”
“Then who was it?”
If it wasn’t Liam, who could it be? Ibailla responded gently to my bewildered expression.
“Auntie told me. It’s a hand gesture you use when you’re angry.”
“……”
Now I understood why that viewer used the nickname ‘Evil Ginger.’
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