“I Want to Get a Job” Jun-seok was lounging around in his room as usual, wasting the day away.
He still hadn’t found a job, but his mindset was completely different from before.
“I’m a priest, after all.”
The only priest of the current Nuset Order.
Considering the number of people who couldn’t even become laypersons, Jun-seok held a unique position in the Order.
Although that didn’t mean much at the moment….
At least, it was enough to revive the self-esteem that had been bruised by repeated job failures.
Whenever he felt defeated, looking in the mirror and repeating, “Who am I?” would instantly fill him with energy.
However, the desire to abandon everything and just goof off was also awakening, which was a problem.
Even now, instead of preparing his self-introduction letter, Jun-seok was watching a live stream of Tribe.
“I shouldn’t be doing this….”
He felt reluctant each time, but he couldn’t stop. His lack of energy had overpowered his motivation.
So, today as well, Jun-seok closed his eyes and prayed to the Goddess.
“Please let me advance as a priest….”
He couldn’t bring himself to say that without it, he had no future, out of conscience.
To be more precise, he didn’t want to be too blatant about his impure thoughts, fearing she wouldn’t grant his wish.
Just then, while Jun-seok was praying fervently, he heard a voice.
“Jun-seok.”
An angel who had clung to him since receiving the blessing suddenly tugged at his hair.
“What’s up?”
“Look at that.”
What the angel pointed at was Jun-seok’s cellphone.
Upon checking, he found a notification had come in a while ago from the Tribe app.
[We are joined by the first guest from another world in Korean Tribe]
– Pope (elluke1002)
“Another world guest?”
Could it be the cute Wise Erin who had been a hot topic from the last Burning Association incident? The possibility seemed high.
With expectation, Jun-seok entered the broadcast, only to furrow his brows immediately.
The guest on the screen was not a lively magician but a burly, bearded old man.
Soon after, the Pope introduced the old man by pointing to him.
-“This is the Archbishop, Kelaout, who has always supported me from that world.”
-“Nice to meet you.”
A deep voice echoed through the cheap smartphone’s speakers. The old man introduced himself with dignity, despite his rough appearance.
-“To the weak, I bring bright light. As the Pope mentioned, I am Kelaout, holding the title of Archbishop.”
His demeanor was calm and gentle. He seemed unaccustomed to the internet broadcast culture, yet his composed presence was quite impressive.
Though it was just the beginning, somehow this broadcast felt promising.
By the way, it had been twenty minutes since the broadcast started, and I wondered why they were only now getting around to introductions.
Jun-seok, with such doubts, turned up the smartphone volume a little more.
As he lay on the bed to watch comfortably, the angel suddenly slapped his cheek.
“What’s wrong?”
“Please tell him to shave his beard; it’s so stuffy.”
“….”
The ‘Goddess’s Messenger’ expressed no complaints and simply did as instructed.
“You don’t want to make me a villainous viewer, do you…?”
There was no way that could be true, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious.
*
Returning to when he first arrived, this place, once the Branch Director’s Room, seemed more like the Pope’s Chamber for non-work purposes.
All the latest electronic devices were set up, and there were all sorts of distractions everywhere.
When I inquired why this was the case to Hwang In-goo, who was locked up in the underground bunker with Sacred Spells, the answer was ridiculous.
-I like to have fun the most.
He wasn’t some ‘Dodo president’ or anything….
It was absurd, but for someone who had taken over this building, it wasn’t a bad deal.
There were plenty of toys for the kids to play with, plus high-end broadcast equipment, so how could he not be pleased?
“All set.”
Yao set up the broadcast equipment on Hwang In-goo’s computer.
It was fully equipped.
All the devices were of higher performance than those previously used, naturally.
On top of that, dual monitors, lights, chroma key—the previously cumbersome equipment was all deployed, making it solid and reliable.
“I’m off now.”
Zhang Yao hurriedly bowed and dashed out of the Pope’s Chamber.
Left at the computer were only me, dressed in formal attire, and the relaxed Archbishop.
‘…I can’t believe I’m doing this all dressed up for a broadcast.’
Looking at his outfit, it seemed like he was attending a worship service or a Sun Meeting.
Not just the clothing, even his appearance was tidied up more than usual.
With hair neatly braided thanks to Zhang Yao and minimal makeup, it felt like he had returned to the passionate days of yore.
After checking my appearance in the mirror, I carefully adjusted my words and behavior before speaking.
“Let’s get started.”
“By all means.”
He seemed ready, so I started the broadcast without hesitation.
As expected, viewers poured in, shouting ‘Hello, Pope’ and ‘Hello, Mrs. Pope,’ a usual chat.
“What’s with the same phrases repeating? What are they saying?”
At that moment, Kelaout, who was checking the side monitor’s chat, showed curiosity.
Our Archbishop had received ‘Top-Level Translation’ magic from Liam the instant he arrived in this world.
It was a magic that had been developed right after Liam came over and had been continuously improved to distinguish even subtle nuances of unfamiliar languages.
If he charged money for its application, he could have become rich.
However, it still couldn’t accurately interpret abbreviations. According to the developer’s explanation, it was due to the terms not being widely disseminated.
In any case, I could simply interpret it instead.
“This is what we call chat, as I mentioned earlier, and these people here are greeting me. ‘Hello, Pope’ is a shortened form of, ‘Hello, Your Holiness,’ and ‘Mrs. Pope’ refers to the Pope’s wife.”
“An abbreviation. That doesn’t seem very appropriate.”
Kelaout, frowning slightly with his left eye, quietly spoke to the unseen crowd.
“Language is a system that evolves and develops gradually over time through many users. The words we use now reflect the thoughts of our ancestors. To put it simply, they contain the spirits and hearts of our forebears. So, if possible, please use each word in its entirety rather than abbreviate. While it can’t be considered an act of language destruction, using it with a careless mindset could have ill effects.”
…Is he preaching even before the introduction?
While I was taken aback, the chat’s speed rapidly increased.
-??
-Who are you?
-Are you the other world’s guru?
-Where did Erin go, and the old man is here?
-Didn’t you call for companions?
-I feel dizzy…
No one seemed to be outright protesting, but it was clear a lot of people were as flustered as I was. It had been a long time since I’d seen a flood of sincere chats like this.
“And that’s not the only thing I want to point out.”
The Archbishop’s admonition continued.
“Why do you refer to the Pope as ‘Mrs.? The Pope is a most honorable person, closer to the Goddess than anyone else on this ground. Such casual titles used for common folk should be avoided. Also, please do not use informal speech. The Pope is not your friend.”
Considered very reasonable, what he said was so valid that I had no choice but to keep listening without interrupting.
In the meantime, viewers collectively responded with panting face emoticons. The Archbishop didn’t understand what that was and paid it no mind.
“…Do you understand? I believe everyone has grasped this much.”
The sermon continued for a grueling twenty minutes before it finally ended.
As I quietly endured the lengthy talk, I finally opened my mouth.
“Archbishop, from now on, please do as I say.”
I had to put the brakes on him before he started preaching again.
Thankfully, Kelaout wasn’t the rebellious type, and he complied without fuss, relieved that I was in charge.
With a bit of a rough start, the broadcast finally began.
“To the weak, I bring bright light. As the Pope mentioned, I am Kelaout, taking on the title of Archbishop.”
He greeted the viewers according to my instruction. It was a gentle greeting that impressed those tired from the long sermon.
-That’s a cool grandfather!
-How did you make such an impressive introduction just by greeting?
-This person seems more like the Pope!
-This is someone you don’t see in the game!
As expected, the initial impression was well received by everyone. Once we started actually talking, things might change, though.
[“I Want to Get a Job” donated a sprouting 1,000 won!]
-Please shave your beard. It’s too stuffy!
Just then, a donation came in with a newly worded message.
It was our “I Want to Get a Job,” and the content was villainous. He had been like this every time I broadcasted lately.
‘Is Seo-yoon’s judgment truly correct?’
Honestly, I sometimes wanted to block him, but as the first viewer and the first priest, I held back. He was too meaningful to me to just dismiss.
However, I did plan to give him at least a warning.
“Is that money?”
Kelaout, who had been watching the broadcast with curiosity, asked as I prepared to scold “I Want to Get a Job.”
I nodded slowly and elegantly, fitting of a Pope.
“Yes, however, it’s not a significant amount that warrants a huge reaction. We just need to express our gratitude in words and move on.”
“Your Holiness, that is not acceptable.”
“…Excuse me?”
I wondered what the problem could be. I was confident I had phrased it carefully!
While puzzling over it, Kelaout began to sternly admonish me.
“Your Holiness, to support someone is inherently a commendable act. It is helping others without expecting a return. Even though the word ‘donation’ is used differently in this context, expressing it as ‘not a significant amount that warrants a huge reaction’ is inappropriate. It could become more important how valuable the support is rather than what mindset it comes from. Am I wrong?”
“That’s right.”
From midway through, I had been so out of it that I reflexively replied. The viewers’ response became heated upon observing this.
-You can’t even move, haha!
-The Pope’s eyes are glazed over!
-I get it now; he must get scolded a lot regularly, haha!
-I can’t believe he’s lecturing without even taking a breath!
-Haha, no wonder he seems more obedient than usual!
Normally, one would feel sympathy upon witnessing others’ misfortunes, so why were they like this?
Usually, I would get heated and bicker a lot, but I couldn’t afford to do that now.
“I won’t do that anymore….”
To avoid prolonging my remarks, I needed to show that I was genuinely reflecting on my actions. It was wisdom gleaned from my past ten years as the Pope.
Only after apologizing repeatedly for the problematic statements could I finally present the prepared line.
“Now, I will be interviewing the Archbishop. If you have any questions you’d like to ask, feel free to do so.”
I began to chat lightly with Kelaout.
We talked about the recent happenings in that world, his impressions of coming to this one, and future plans.
I focused on the things I was curious about, and he answered every question frankly, true to his nature.
From what I gathered, it seemed he came over out of concern.
‘I see, he’s trying to protect me.’
The ‘current Pope’ from ‘that world,’ worried I might come to harm, had taken measures.
We had grumbled at each other often, but it seemed distance made him concerned.
However, I couldn’t shake the hint of doubt that he wasn’t just sending Kelaout to get rid of him.
I mean, if protecting me was the goal, wouldn’t it be better to send over the highest-ranking Holy Knight from there, who would be even more powerful?
‘…Could it be that he’s just passing the buck?’
While I was suspicious of the possible hidden intentions behind this kindness, the Q&A continued uninterrupted.
Kelaout answered every question honestly without hiding his true feelings.
[ColaMix donated a blazing 10,000 won!]
-Please tell us about the Pope during her Saint days!
“During her Saint days… The Pope was once known as the ‘Weakest Saint.’ Her Sacred Power management abilities were a bit lacking. At that time, there were people who whispered and belittled her regarding the Saint, but she still held her ground. At least, in front of others, she did.”
What about when others weren’t watching, the viewers wondered through the chat, and Kelaout smiled warmly.
“I heard she sometimes buried her face in her pillow, crying or clinging to the Wise One, lamenting, ‘Why can’t I manage my Sacred Power?,’ sobbing her heart out.”
“…….”
He was spilling my dark history without consulting me. Thanks to that, the excited viewers began bombarding with questions.
[Jobless Cuckoo donated a sprouting 1,000 won!]
-Just tell us one mistake the Pope made!
“Once, she used an ancient artifact without consulting me and went missing for a while. That was truly a headache for me.”
[Daughter Swiping Candy from Pope donated a sprouting 5,000 won!]
-Is the Pope always this polite to everyone?
“Right now, she is. But back in the day, she was a mischievous one. She’s snuck out of the Sun Castle at night to participate in night festivals more than once.”
[syrupchicken donated a sprouting 1,000 won!]
-Who was the Pope’s first love? Was it the Hero?
“I believe it was. Her first and last love, in a way.”
…Should I just switch off the broadcast?
Just as I was seriously contemplating it, another donation sound rang out.
But this time, it wasn’t about me.
[Lorena donated a sunny 50,000 won!!]
-Archbishop, have you ever been tempted by a demon?
Caught off-guard by the sudden mention of a demon, I checked the username. It was someone I didn’t recognize. But why did it feel familiar?
Feeling an ominous sensation and furrowing my brow, I noticed the Archbishop suddenly narrowing his eyes.
“You mentioned a demon.”
His voice was low.
Then, a pink Sacred Power flickered and formed in Kelaout’s left eye, resembling a monocle.
“What do you mean by your question?”
The atmosphere grew chilly in an instant. My back shivered with unease as the viewer from earlier made another donation.
Just one character.
[Lorena donated a sunny 50,000 won!!]
-LOL
It was a message, hinting I could interpret to some extent.
“Archbishop, you can just ignore that.”
Though I couldn’t say ‘that term,’ I settled him down. However, the oblivious chat had already started conveying my message.
“Hmm, I see now.”
Kelaout had calmed down from the fierce aura, checked the chat, and smiled.
“So, it was a sudden outburst from a ‘Attention-seeking brat.’ I understand now.”
“…….”
…Surely, he wouldn’t have said that without knowing its meaning?
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