“Understood. I’ll contact you again later.”
Finishing my call with “I Want to Get a Job,” I leaned back in my chair with a satisfied smile. It was a very rewarding conversation.
“How was it?”
I guess it was exhaustion from the document review that made Seo-yoon ask while lying sprawled across the bed. I lay down beside her and replied.
“He was a very dignified person.”
Honestly, I was surprised. “I Want to Get a Job” was a much more mature guy than I expected.
He spoke calmly from start to finish, and his expressions and vocabulary radiated elegance. Could this really be a job seeker? I couldn’t help but think that, even though I hadn’t met him yet.
“It seems the decision to appoint him as a priest wasn’t wrong.”
To be honest, I had seriously considered the option of dropping him to being a layman right after his appointment, but not anymore. I genuinely thought he was a trustworthy talent.
Such an excellent believer was joining our order. I smirked again and sent a KakaoTalk message. The recipient was my third KakaoTalk friend.
[Eluke: Let’s chat on KakaoTalk occasionally.]
[Eluke: Is that alright?]
Unlike when I sent it to Hainha, I got a reply after a bit of time.
[Jun-seok Hwang: Yes, that sounds great!]
After checking Hwang Jun-seok’s response, I slightly furrowed my brow. For some reason, his text message sounded a bit unnatural compared to the tone he used during our call.
But then I thought, there’s no rule that says the way someone speaks must be the same as how they write. People who use dialects in conversation don’t necessarily use standard language in texts, do they?
‘It’s probably nothing.’
Thinking it was a trivial matter, I decided to brush it off lightly.
I then searched for the cutest emoji and sent it—a rabbit with a cheerful expression.
Will this make him regard me as friendly? Since only two people were registered on my KakaoTalk, I wanted to create more conversation partners.
Just as I was staring at my smartphone screen waiting for a reply, Seo-yoon suddenly leaned closer and frowned.
“Are you really going to go with that person?”
Unlike me, it seemed Seo-yoon wasn’t particularly fond of our prospective priest.
I lightly tapped her arm and said, “As of now, he’s the only suitable candidate. He’s a believer in our order and is slated to be appointed as a priest, so his rank will be high. Plus, I’ve already confirmed he possesses faith.”
The last time I declared on stream that I was more beautiful than the Goddess, “I Want to Get a Job” got mad. It was proof that he had greatly developed his faith.
“Let me know if you find anyone else suitable.”
“Well, there aren’t any…”
Even after I explained in detail, she still seemed dissatisfied. Did she really dislike him that much?
Come to think of it, when I first expressed my intent to appoint “I Want to Get a Job” as a priest, she reacted the same way. Many viewers persuaded me otherwise, and I nearly retracted my statement.
It seemed he had quite a poor reputation. It was time to figure out why.
“Why do you dislike him so much?”
“It’s not that I dislike him, but he doesn’t seem reliable.”
Seo-yoon then explained why “Job Seeker” had become unpopular among people. I could understand her reasoning to some extent.
“To put it simply, he seems like someone looking for attention.”
“I Want to Get a Job” was a seasoned presence in the internet streaming community. And not in a particularly good way.
His occasional posts about exploring bad streamers garnered decent responses, but the problem was his regular posts. He would post dozens of times a day with titles like “I Want to Get a Job,” whining about wanting to get into a certain company.
Seriously, he didn’t even fill his posts with meaningful content. Just a bunch of complaints about wanting to get a job.
It wasn’t a bad thing per se, but it definitely wasn’t a good look either. If I had to put it that way, it seemed closer to an improper behavior.
“What do you think?”
“Umm….”
I calmly pondered before speaking up.
“The heart of a job seeker is always bound to be empty. With the grace of the Goddess wrapping around them, they’ll surely find their way.”
“…Really?”
“Yes. I’ve seen countless similar cases.”
Our order was the only religion in that world, attracting many wandering youths. Some sought to repent for past mistakes, while others loathed themselves for living futile lives. Everyone had different reasons for seeking the Goddess, but their desires were the same.
They needed a being to rely on for both their spirit and body.
“Don’t worry too much. I’ll change his nickname to ‘The Goddess is Graceful’ during this opportunity.”
After a moment of thought, I continued, “Or perhaps ‘The Pope is Kind’ might also work.”
Honestly, I was leaning towards this option. Openly praising the Goddess might be a bit overwhelming.
“What do you think?”
“…Do as you wish.”
Ultimately, Seo-yoon broke into a slight smile. It seemed she decided to trust me without further worry.
Thus the interview panel for the order’s external affairs officer was confirmed. Me, Seo-yoon, and “I Want to Get a Job.”
‘Not bad at all!’
There was little time left until our order’s elite gathered in one place.
*
About thirty minutes later, Hainha arrived at our house. It was a bit late for earnest agents, but this time I couldn’t blame him.
“I brought everything.”
Hainha came in with his arms full of a stack of papers. It seemed considerably big, maybe because he had gathered 277 resumes.
And they looked quite heavy. From the heavy breathing, it appeared he had a tough time.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
In situations like this, it was time to shower him with compliments, just like I did with Seo-yoon.
“Of course, Agent Hainha is reliable. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have adapted so easily to life back here.”
I expressed my sincere gratitude once again. Hainha, with his typically stoic face, only opened his mouth after quietly placing everything down.
“I just did what I had to do.”
Despite saying that, it seemed he couldn’t hide the slight upward curve in his lips. Even government agents seem to enjoy sincere compliments.
Hainha then brought the stack of resumes over to the dining room table. Without delay, I took a seat.
“Is mom working again?”
“Again….”
At that moment, the kids who were playing with Liam eagerly ran over, pouting their faces. Their expressions were ones of concern.
Given how often they saw me exhausted from excessive work, it felt like they were about to say they’d take me away from all this.
So cute. I smiled reassuringly at them.
“Erina, Ibailla. You don’t need to worry. It’s not that hard of a task.”
Then I had Seo-yoon hand them a can of cola each. The girls looked pleased but kept glancing at me.
“Go on and drink it.”
Normally, they would’ve opened the cans right away. For some reason, they were hesitating.
Then Erina cautiously approached and offered me her cola. Ibailla followed suit.
“Drink mine since you’re working hard, Mom!”
“Mine too.”
I stared blankly at the outstretched colas and then grinned.
“Thank you.”
I never thought these kids, who would cry and seek me out when I’m gone, would show such thoughtful behavior. As a parent, it was truly heartwarming.
And then I felt a little bad. Once we pick an external affairs officer, I’d likely be too busy to spend time with them.
‘…I should balance work.’
They still needed their parents’ attention, so it wouldn’t be good to be overly consumed by work. I figured I’d have to think more about this later.
I returned the cola to my daughters and sent them back to Liam.
I then asked Seo-yoon to play with the kids. They had already put in enough effort with the first round of document review, so it was time for them to rest.
“I’ll start now.”
Finally, it was time to genuinely start the personality test.
“Here you go.”
Hainha, sitting next to me, placed a resume in front of me.
Guessing what he was trying to do since I had explained it in advance, he intuitively figured out his role. It was great having someone sharp by my side.
“By the Sun, this time we’re really doing it.”
I offered a brief prayer before using the sacred spell “Eye of Purity to Burn Darkness.”
As I gazed at the resume, the paper darkened. It had a somewhat murky and grimy hue.
“Rejected.”
This person had a rotten core. Even if not now, they’d certainly reveal their true nature later on.
“Is this how you assess personalities?”
Hainha, watching, widened his eyes slightly. It was a shocking thing to witness.
“Yes, the accuracy is nearly perfect. This way, I can filter out most problematic individuals.”
“…That’s impressive.”
“If you ever need this for selecting national intelligence agents, just call me. I’ll do it for free, especially for you, Agent Hainha.”
I promised this exceptional service while pushing the rejected resume to a corner. Hainha quickly handed me the second resume.
“Let’s speed things up from here.”
Thus the serious personality test commenced.
The holy spell, which struggled before electronic devices, performed extraordinarily against paper. Thanks to this, I was able to filter out many unqualified candidates.
“This person is too greedy for money.”
The resume marked with a dull golden hue belonged to someone with extreme avarice. Such a person had no place in our order.
“This time we have someone with anger issues.”
One tinted as red as fire indicated a person who easily flies into a rage. They couldn’t be hired until they learned patience.
“The Eye of Purity to Burn Darkness” allowed me to see the disqualifications reflected in gloomy colors.
Conversely, if there were no issues, it would reflect as bright and cheerful colors. Naturally, it was pink.
“This person is accepted.”
A qualified candidate finally appeared. I handed over a beautifully pink-tinted resume to Hainha.
He placed the resume in front of himself and remarked,
“There aren’t as many qualified candidates as I expected.”
“I’ve set strict standards, as they have to fulfill important roles.”
The external affairs officer would take on a role similar to that of a high-ranking Holy Knight. Thus, we couldn’t hire just anyone.
“Here you go.”
Hainha nodded momentarily before handing me the next resume. I took it and examined it, but the color was unusual.
‘This is….’
For now, it was pink.
But there was a bit of black mixed in. While objectively I could still accept this, subjectively it indicated a disqualification.
“I’ll need to look this one over.”
Who could this be? I went through the three-page resume meticulously.
And before long, I discovered what the sacred spell had pierced through.
“…This person must be called in immediately.”
Rather than being merely accepted, I just wanted to meet him.
I’ve wanted to converse with this person ever since.
“Who is it?”
I set the resume down and hardened my expression. Memories of the past made me do so instinctively.
“This individual was the first viewer to call me ‘Gyojumma.'”
The viewer who spread the unfair nickname “Gyojumma” through donation voices, garnering huge responses in the chat. He was the instigator of the ‘playful teasing’ that began in earnest.
“How do you know that?”
“I memorized the nickname.”
“……”
“But for some reason, they wrote their in-game nickname and ID on the resume.”
This was effectively a challenge thrown at me. I decided to accept it without refusing.
“Must keep him under my wing. No matter what, I’ll rehabilitate him!”
“Oh, okay.”
Although Hainha showed a rather lukewarm reaction, I burned with zeal, unfazed.
‘Must wear something nice when I go meet him.’
An excellent chance to prove that the nickname “Gyojumma” was incorrect was just around the corner.
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