Yena basically has three criteria laid out.
Interest in my broadcast.
Some free time.
An ordinary person with no special ideals in life, including personality traits.
The rest is up to me, and I added a couple more extra criteria and selected the editor.
“First of all, my videos should revolve around me.”
It may sound like a narcissistic statement, but isn’t the NewTube supposed to be ‘Lily’s’ NewTube?
If someone comes to see me but can’t actually see me, that’s a problem.
My broadcast is all about me.
In the past, I’ve seen many people who, using the title of ‘Saintess,’ prattled on about being noble and the savior of everyone while only looking out for their own interests.
These people flaunt my fame and achievements like it’s their own glory.
Because of that, I don’t like such folks.
“The videos shouldn’t be too excessive.”
Fancy and effects-laden videos are nice, but personally, if a video is too cluttered, the essence gets lost.
People watch my videos to see me, ‘Lily,’ not for flashy effects.
Effects should simply support Lily—that’s just the right amount.
“Lastly… someone who is sincere and matches well with me.”
Most of the editing support videos were about my first meeting with Yena.
They’re videos that have already circulated all over NewTube.
I hate to say it, but a video edited about our first meeting already started off with deducted points from the get-go.
Unlike that white… person called Autumn who edited a two-day-old video in a day, at least if someone edited my personal stream from three or four days ago, it might have been a little better.
No matter how well it’s edited, if it’s the same as everyone else’s, that goodness diminishes.
A person who matches well isn’t someone too extreme; we can adjust gradually.
‘But if someone crosses the line, they’ll be cut.’
[Why are you telling us this now…]
[Lolololol]
[Family tree leak]
[Oh my]
[Family tree has leaked, editors apply!]
[(Info) Already got everything]
[Family tree leak (after all reviews are done)]
[Wow, it’s finally over]
[Why can’t I eat the family tree I brought…]
[Seriously, I see some fierce competition; looks like a few big company editors applied too]
[Lololol]
“Thank you all for watching together. For those selected, I’ve sent you an email, so please check it.”
The live stream recruiting editors took seven hours.
A total of six people were selected.
Among them, the final selection is…
“Two. Only two can join me.”
I plan to decide those two through a separate Discord conversation after the broadcast ends.
[Oh my]
[Now, kill each other]
[Did you think it was over?]
[Hahahaha]
[Deathmatch of Death, lol]
[Is it White Autumn or Winter? What’s the second round selection?]
[Doesn’t that guy just get picked?]
[But honestly, he did well, yeah.]
[Aren’t we going into the deathmatch?]
[Show me the edits, whoa!]
[Hahaha]
[Honestly, other big company editors did better than White Autumn, though.]
“Hmm… Well, we’ll have to talk sometime anyway, so let’s decide then.”
Of course, even if I say this, I’m thinking of going together unless there’s a major issue.
■
“Holy crap.”
It’s not over yet?
White Autumn dropped the neighborhood chicken leg he bought with the little money left in the bank.
After the document interview, there’s a face-to-face interview (or not) left?
If this keeps up, today’s chicken might turn into a last supper, and I’ll end up living off only hardtack from now on.
“…Is it time to get serious again?”
He picks up the miserably dropped chicken leg and tears into it again.
He was jumping for joy at being chosen, but the White Autumn who had just eaten chicken was different from before.
Now, White Autumn is the god of negotiation with a cold sense of rationality.
No matter how ruthless Lily is, can she really drop a White Autumn who’s just consumed chicken?
“Absolutely not. If it were the boss.”
Hmm.
White Autumn chuckles while reading the email that says, “Congratulations. You have passed the editor’s second interview. The third will be a simple conversation interview…”
■
“Yes, thank you for applying. We will send separate emails regarding pass or fail after all interviews are done.”
─Yes! Lady Lily! I’m always cheering for you! Fighting!
The applicant says goodbye in a very bright voice.
Unfortunately, it seems the applicant won’t be able to go with me.
Being bright and passionate is great, but they lacked editing skills or time compared to other applicants.
The edited video was about catching a goblin fire right after the first meeting with Yena.
It seemed like they had editing experience, and the structured video was quite watchable, but on the contrary, being too structured was a bit of a drawback.
It felt more like they were just testing the waters rather than really engaging with my broadcast.
If there’s really no one else to pick, I might consider them.
“Next… Ah, it’s White Autumn.”
A slave… I mean, a skilled and diligent applicant.
I personally took a liking to him and even said I would choose him.
Unless they’re a weird person, I should pick them.
I sent a message to White Autumn, who was waiting, asking if they’re available for a call.
Not even a second later, the call comes through.
Ding.
─Hello!!! Boss!!!
“…? Yes. Is this White Autumn?”
“…? Yes. Hello? Is this White Autumn?”
So bright.
A bit flustered.
After a brief flicker, the character resembling the pure white eye in a round frame lights up.
The character is screaming, perfectly matching the image of White Autumn.
─That’s right! I am White Autumn! The Boss’s slave! No, the number one editor!
“…You’re not drunk, are you?”
─No! I’m serious. Totally serious.
White Autumn suddenly calms down.
…Did I just pick this person for no reason?
─Phew. I’m sorry. I got a little too excited.
Get it together, self.
…Those words briefly slipped out over the voice but I bravely ignored it.
“Yes. First of all, I watched the video. You edited and sent the video from two days ago, right?”
A full two-day-old video.
Considering that the submission date and the date sent were early the next morning, the editing time was barely about a day.
And it was an 8-minute video, which made the effort stand out among all the applicants.
‘According to Yena, making an 8-minute video takes about 8-10 hours…’
Excluding meal times and sleep, that means they spent the entire time on editing.
─Yes! I had a bit of a tough time. Hahaha!
“……”
─But it’s no problem, Boss. I can always produce this level of quality, no, even better videos.
“I see.”
─Phew… I really want to call you ‘sister,’ but I’m holding back.
Hmm…
“I think that’s something to consider if you get accepted.”
─…Yes?
“Why? You’re acting like you’ve already been selected, but you haven’t been yet, White Autumn.”
I’m still in the selection process, and we haven’t signed a contract.
Though I said I was picking someone, I’m ready to cut ties if they don’t fit or act on their own.
Since I quit being a Saintess, it’s always been like this.
─Oh…
Did White Autumn notice the seriousness of the situation? Their words suddenly become scarce.
‘I should consider other people.’
Editing style and dedication were fine, but they’re too wild.
Not to the point of being uncontrollable, but there’s no need to put effort into trying to control them.
There are still four applicants waiting for the second round results.
Even at this moment, application emails are coming in.
─……
“Do you have anything else to say?”
No answer.
After waiting a bit longer and about to leave the chat, then…
─Huh…
“?”
─Huh…
“Do you have something to say?”
─Huh… Ugh…
“I can’t hear you well. Please speak louder.”
What are you saying?
I turned the volume from 100% to 200%.
Now you should be able to hear me.
─Huhhhh!!!! I’m sorryyyyy!!! It’s been so long since I’ve, uh, talked to a pe—uh, person… Huhhh…
“Are you crying?”
Suddenly?
You were just rampaging like a wild horse a moment ago.
As if all the words that were there turned into cries, the sound filled the Discord room.
Wow, that’s loud.
Even after turning the volume down to 100%, it’s as if a homeless person lost their house and is crying endlessly.
At 50%…
─I’m sorry, ugh, boss… No, it’s Lilyyyy…!!
“…Calm down.”
─Ahhhhhh!!! I’m such an idiot!!! Huhhh… now I need to eat some bread and, huh! live…
“…….”
It’s a night I miss Yena.
■
─Huhhh…
“Have you calmed down?”
─Yeeees…
After a full 5 minutes of crying, White Autumn stopped weeping.
Honestly, I thought about leaving the room around the 3-minute mark, but seeing them cry made my heart feel bad.
It’s not easy to earn my sympathy.
If they had just sobbed quietly or pretended to cry, I would have left, but that last cry sounded like someone who lost everything—every foundation and life.
‘Even a farmer who lost all their property to demons wouldn’t cry like that.’
Through the voice, I could hear them catching their breath.
─I’m sorry. I was too arrogant. I was just so excited to be chosen among hundreds. I apologize.
This time, there was no playfulness in their serious voice.
I replied gravely as well.
“Your tone was fine. I don’t dislike that way of speaking. I just wish you wouldn’t think of it as too casual.”
Even if they’re an editor, this is a relationship built on trust that involves mutual exchange.
If one side treats the relationship casually, the balance between us will inevitably break.
─Yes, got it!
“Then let’s talk about work.”
─Um…
“?”
─Um, is it okay if I call you… boss?
White Autumn spoke as if presenting a petition to a king.
After crying once, they transformed 180 degrees.
I chuckled and replied.
“Do as you please.”
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