“It seems that my feelings haven’t properly conveyed to you all.”
Having regained my composure, I spoke in a soft voice.
I had gotten overly excited for a moment. It was an uncharacteristic display.
In times like this, one shouldn’t just lash out in anger. It solves nothing at all.
What I needed to do right now was something entirely different.
A detailed explanation. I needed to carefully explain why I couldn’t contain my anger.
I took my time choosing my words and finally spoke.
“I’m not weak! I was a very, very, incredibly strong saint!”
I clenched my fist and said it with sincerity, infusing my voice with a sense of grievance and absurdity.
Surely, this must have reached the viewers’ hearts. But as I looked at the chat, all I saw was mocking laughter.
– “The weakest saying a lot”
– “What’s a strong denial?”
– “Calm down, lady”
– “Hahahahahaha”
No one was comforting me. It seemed like no one took my words seriously.
How could this happen? With over ten thousand people watching, not a single person was on my side. They all felt like hyenas on the hunt for prey.
[“I Want to Get a Job”: That must be really unfair for you]
No, there was just one person. It was our “I Want to Get a Job.”
‘I knew it…’
I had believed from the start. I was briefly swayed by the falsehood of the other viewers, but they were indeed a good person at heart.
Touched by the kindness of someone comforting a downhearted person, I decided to reverse my decision once again.
“There is only one person who understands my heart, and that is ‘I Want to Get a Job.’ Thank you very much. As I mentioned earlier, I will grant you the position of priest later.”
As I declared solemnly, objections erupted like before. I decided to ignore it.
After all, the appointment of a priest was the authority of the Pope and the Archbishop. While I respected the opinions of the laity, I didn’t have to follow them all.
However, ignoring them altogether weighed on my conscience, so I decided to give them the opportunity to voice their dissent.
“I will now accept objections concerning my decision. According to the regulations, only bishops or high-ranking holy knights may do so, so everyone else please remain quiet.”
I looked straight ahead with my head held high and my back straight, a posture that represented the authority of the Pope.
I stood in silence for a moment. But no matter how long I waited, no valid objections came.
[A user named ‘Gargalbi’ donated 1,000 won]
– “Is that what you’re saying, just shut up?”
[A user named ‘eni03’ donated 1,000 won]
– “Is this really the Pope…?”
[A user named ‘Birapbabab’ donated 5,000 won]
– “I object!!”
Occasionally, there were viewers chiming in with donations, but since they weren’t justified, I dismissed them.
“It seems that no one is opposing me. Then I will pass the motion to appoint ‘I Want to Get a Job’ as a priest.”
Having concluded the discussion reverently, I lightly sprinkled sacred power into the sky. It was a ritual signifying my vow to uphold the results of this conference to the Goddess.
“Congratulations, ‘I Want to Get a Job.’ Although you’ve made a significant mistake with me, I will not hold you accountable for past errors.”
As I extended my merciful pardon, the first viewer and soon-to-be first priest wrote something.
[“I Want to Get a Job”: Wow, I’m really happy! I will become a proper member of the Order soon!]
But somehow, the chat felt a bit unnatural.
The tone was stiff, and the expressions awkward.
It’s rare to see someone speak like this on the internet. Even after spending twenty years in another world, I could tell it was strange.
Feeling suspicious, I scrolled through the chat history of ‘I Want to Get a Job’ once more. It turned out not everything was odd, just a few comments stood out.
[“I Want to Get a Job”: You look radiant today!]
[“I Want to Get a Job”: Teacher, I think that’s a phrase you shouldn’t use.]
[“I Want to Get a Job”: I believe the one editing the green wiki made a mistake.]
“……”
I thought about it for a moment and then suddenly jumped up and opened the door to my room.
“Liam!”
It seemed that Liam had gone to intimidate ‘I Want to Get a Job’ into writing only good things. That was the most rational guess.
I had no actual evidence, though.
But I had to suspect that everything happening around me was somehow caused by Liam. In most cases, that was the right answer.
“Why did you call?”
But our nemesis was calmly sitting on the couch, taking care of Rohan. This time, he didn’t seem to be the culprit.
If it wasn’t that troublemaker, then who could it be? While I was puzzled, Liam approached me.
“Clitia, do you have someone you want to beat up? Want me to find him and bring him here?”
“…No, I don’t.”
I grabbed Liam’s arm just as he was about to dash off. If I left him alone, he would surely cause some trouble.
Come to think of it, I had intended to introduce Liam during today’s broadcast. Wouldn’t it be just right to bring him in now?
“Liam, leave Rohan with Seo-yoon and come in. As I mentioned earlier, let’s make a brief appearance on the broadcast.”
“I got it.”
I returned to my room first. Before sitting in front of the computer, I checked the chat window. Even without me, they were chatting amongst themselves.
The topic of conversation was ‘Saint Clitia.’
– “Honestly, I don’t recognize her by name.”
– “Real talk lol”
– “Isn’t she just going to pass by?”
– “I looked up iTube and it really looks weak? Just a few light hits, and she goes down.”
Based on what they were discussing, it seemed that the character was indeed weak in the game.
I thought the editor on the green wiki was just spouting nonsense, but it turned out to be true. The problem lay with the game developers.
“I have to pay them a visit.”
It would be easy to visit since it’s a Korean developer. I should plan a trip to see them later.
“Are we still talking about that?”
While planning my future schedule, I mumbled as I sat down in my chair.
As I checked the viewer count, it had almost reached twenty thousand. It seemed like the perfect time to officially reveal my identity.
“Everyone must have already figured it out, but let me formally introduce myself. I am ‘Clitia Eluke,’ a character from Apollis Tales. It seems I’ve been portrayed as a very weak saint in the sequel.”
It was time to unveil the truth without hiding anything. I smiled bitterly and continued.
“To be honest… I was once called the ‘Weakest Saint’ in the past.”
As I confessed honestly, the viewers responded with enthusiasm.
– “Hahaha”
– “I knew it.”
– “Then why were you angry? (genuinely confused)”
– “So this was the truth hahaha”
People were already eager to tease me, and I just added fuel to the fire. The chat exploded with laughter as over ten thousand viewers started raucously giggling.
“But I was only called weak at the start. Later on, I truly became strong! I became the core of the Hero Party!”
I tried to clarify, but it didn’t really matter. The atmosphere in the chat had already turned against me as the ‘Weakest’.
More specifically, it was ‘Weakest Auntie’.
‘…Where did it all go wrong?’
It wasn’t like this during the first broadcast. The chat was relatively cautious then, and there weren’t people trying to tease me.
But today, with so many people, the atmosphere had shifted dramatically.
Cheeky viewers filled with mischief. It was hard to manage when I’ve only dealt with calm and docile followers.
Regardless, having a friendly image wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. I wanted to be a friendly Pope closer to the public rather than a strict and serious one.
“Hello?”
At that moment, Liam walked in and waved at the viewers. Since he was looking at the monitor, I adjusted his position to face the webcam.
With Liam greeting them, the chat, which was nearing twenty thousand, started getting chaotic. They recognized a celebrity who had recently made rounds in Korea.
– “Oh, it’s her husband.”
– “Is he that guy from the news?”
– “Looks like Pope’s husband is coming to take out anyone bothering her.”
– “Wow.”
– “Why’s he so handsome?”
– “They look good together.”
Overall, the response was quite favorable. Despite the chaos earlier, they were surprisingly welcoming to Liam.
It seemed like his reckless behavior without restraint had gained him some favor. Or perhaps it was due to his good looks.
“Seems like the aesthetic sense of these kids is similar to ours?”
As Liam read the chat alongside me, he grinned and draped an arm over my shoulder.
“You all know who I am, right? I’m Clitia’s husband. If you keep misbehaving in chat, I’ll come find you personally, so behave yourselves.”
With that sudden warning, viewers either burst out laughing or pretended to be scared. They seemed to think it was just a joke. But my nemesis doesn’t lie.
I was worried everyone would leave once they found out the truth, so I just stayed quiet. Meanwhile, Liam intensely chatted with the viewers.
“Why did I crash the live broadcast? Because I’m mad. I won’t tolerate anyone messing with my girl.”
Though it was more like a threat than a communication method… strangely enough, everyone found it amusing. I had no idea what was going on.
[A user named ‘havant’ donated 10,000 won]
– “Is your husband the hero?”
While Liam was giving the viewers a stern warning, the chairman Mr. Havant chimed in with a donation. It was the correct answer.
“That’s right. Liam was the hero. You might find it on the green wiki too.”
I scrolled up a little to check the description of Liam right above my name.
[Hero Liam]
– “Hero from the decisive party that appears in the Time Training Hall. He generally has the best specs, and when left alone, uses area attacks, making him difficult to deal with unless one learns his patterns.”
– “Techniques used: Heavenly Aura, Giant Aura, Fireball Rain, Blizzard, Summon the top-tier wind spirit Kael, Sunlight Rage, Heat of Hell, Mana Barrage, Sword of Harmony”
“…That’s overly exaggerated.”
“Oh, that’s pretty accurate.”
Liam and I said almost in unison. Our statements were completely contradictory.
“What part is accurate?”
“It’s somewhat similar, isn’t it?”
Seeing the satisfied smile on my nemesis’s face made me want to blow up with rage.
“Not at all! I hardly ever used something like ‘Sunlight Rage’!”
“Well, you did use it, didn’t you?”
“It’s still an error! I’m going to correct that too.”
“Clitia, you’re just jealous because I’m stronger, right?”
“……”
Staring at me persistently, my nemesis slyly backed away.
“I’m going to go see the kid.”
With that, Liam hurriedly exited the room. He sure was quick on the uptake.
[A user named ‘Laiala’ donated 1,000 won]
– “Teacher, that’s shameful.”
“Please be quiet.”
I muttered softly and shook my head. Then I caught a glimpse of a particular viewer’s chat.
I checked in case they provided any supportive words, and to my delight, they did.
[“I Want to Get a Job”: Honestly, I think the Pope should have been portrayed as stronger.]
Was it perhaps the blessing from the Goddess? It was almost as if she knew precisely what I was wishing for. Thus, it struck a chord with me.
“‘I Want to Get a Job,’ I will consider you a candidate for bishop as well.”
I’m certain ‘I Want to Get a Job’ is the best candidate for priesthood in the future.
*
“Honestly, I think the Pope should have been portrayed as stronger. Write that down.”
‘I Want to Get a Job,’ Jun-seok, was sweating profusely as he typed in the chat. He had been repeating this constantly for a while now.
‘…What’s with this blessing?’
Right after he made his first donation to the Pope’s broadcast, Jun-seok was enveloped in a light that came down from the sky.
After that day, his eyesight improved drastically, and his mind became incredibly clear. It was such an extraordinary blessing that he couldn’t help but believe it.
But there was one problem that came with it.
“Good job. Keep it up like this. The Goddess is very pleased with you.”
Next to Jun-seok, there was a tiny angel the size of a thumb, fluttering its wings.
This little angel looked different from the one that appeared in the previous broadcast. According to itself, its rank was ‘Guide,’ but all it was doing was guiding the chat content.
To be exact, it started interceding in the chat ever since Jun-seok called the Pope an old lady out of anger.
“Oh, the Goddess says, ‘If you spill the beans, you’ll die.’ Please be cautious.”
“Yes….”
At that moment, Jun-seok finally recognized the situation he was in.
It seemed he had effectively become the Goddess’s chat avatar due to the blessing he received earlier.
– “Now, let’s move on to the next question.”
Soon after, the Pope’s voice flowed through the broadcast. The little angel lit up and clung to the top of Jun-seok’s head.
“Ask why the Pope is so beautiful.”
Jun-seok complied with the angel’s request and let out a soft laugh.
‘Well, at least I got a job….’
Just as he had requested from the Pope, this was indeed a blessing that allowed him to get a job.
Though it was in a somewhat twisted form.
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