Broadcast Day 4: Collab with My Daughter (1)
"Greetings, children."
The broadcast begins as usual today. The moment I turn it on, around 30,000 viewers connect.
"Today, before we start the broadcast, there's something I must tell you in advance."
The viewers spin all sorts of wild imaginations. Aigoo... such adorable children.
"Hehe. It's nothing serious. My daughter wanted to see what this 'internet broadcast' is all about, so here we are."
Hm? Just now, a few viewers got penalized for breaking the Oath. Checking it out, it seems some who said they wanted to marry my Henisia got flagged. I didn't mind much, but apparently they crossed a line in their own consciences.
Before calling my daughter, I put on a serious face.
"First off, let me say this: my daughter is doing a broadcast for the very first time. So be extra careful with her."
The viewers seem a bit confused. To make it clearer, I add more explanation.
"When I say 'be careful,' I don't mean don't say harsh things to my daughter."
"It's that you might be in danger, so be careful."
My eldest daughter, the tree dragon Arna Henisia, is the most benevolent among my children. But benevolence doesn't mean leniency toward humans.
"I am a dragon who can understand human perspectives and thoughts, but my daughter has no reason or need to understand humans."
So if the viewers mess with her, things could get really bad—for the viewers themselves.
"Hmm... how to make you understand..."
Right. This should work.
"Human younglings... I mean, children are pure and innocent, aren't they?"
Well, most creatures are pure and innocent in their early days. Humans, dragons, even ants.
"But don't human children innocently destroy ant hills?"
In their purity, they don't realize the cruelty—they just crush dozens, hundreds, or more ants and smash the hill because it's fun or they don't like it. That's entirely separate from whether the child is pure or kind.
"The same goes for dragons and humans. I have past-life memories and interest, so I understand human thinking to some degree. But most dragons see no need to understand it. It's like how humans don't bother understanding ants."
"I'll try to stop her, but best not to do anything you'll regret."
"Then, I shall summon her."
I exert my dominance to open a rift in the wall. Cool broadcast room air meets scorching outer air, steam rising in the clash.
Oh. I'm fine with hot or cold, so I forgot. I quickly block the outer heat from invading the room.
'Is the equipment okay?'
The outside is hot enough to melt metal. Though contact was brief, I check for issues. Seems fine.
"Ahem. Allow me to introduce her."
Through the opened rift, Henisia's avatar enters. Blue hair like leaves, long ears evoking elves rather than humans. An avatar formed from one of the ancient trees growing on her back, transformed into a wooden doll. More mature than mine, her elf-woman form settles slowly beside me.
"Is this the place where you do the broadcasts, Mother?"
"Indeed it is."
It's her first time with internet broadcasts, so Henisia looks around curiously, like a hatchling fresh from the egg. I can't help but smile.
Pat pat pat...
"...Hehe."
I want to hug and lick her, but her true body cradles an egg inside. Dragon flesh is tough, but the egg is fragile. Shock from outside risks cracking it internally. So I stroke her avatar's head instead.
She startles at first but soon smiles happily.
Ah... this is why raising kids is so rewarding.
Glancing at chat, viewers' emotions surge. I stop petting and speak.
"Allow me to introduce her. My eldest daughter and third child, the tree dragon Arna Henisia."
"Oh my. Pleased to meet you, humans."
Fortunately, the mood seems good.
'Good thing I warned her in advance?'
Recalling her reaction when she first learned I was broadcasting among humans, this atmosphere is great. If it stays like this till the end...
A question for my daughter. I ponder if she'll take offense.
"...Henisia. A viewer has a question for you."
"Oh? A question?"
She smiles amused. Of course—an ordinary human casually questioning her must be novel.
"The viewer is curious about the meaning of your divine name."
"I see?"
Gazing at the monitor in a demure pose, she speaks.
"First, an introduction. I am the tree dragon Arna Henisia. My divine name means 'primal origin of all trees' or simply 'the beginning.'"
The mood... it's good. No, really good?
'Is it okay to be this popular?'
Of course, I'd love this to last till the end. But...
I glance at Henisia's avatar. She still looks pleased... but no room for complacency.
"Noona... I see. How human males address an elder sister? Yes, that's fine."
"Oh my, such cute children."
"......"
I look at her smiling face and sigh softly.
Maybe I'm overreacting. She was half-forced into this, but I warned her plenty. And the viewers too. Even if this virtual space is for fun, no one values their life enough to act stupid.
'Better focus on viewers than needless worry. Even a wise, mighty dragon is a hatchling in internet broadcasting.'
Alright! Let's keep this vibe going—
Pop! The moment it posts, I swiftly delete it with the mouse.
"There was a phrase unfit for a dragon. Not offensive from a human view, but problematic for dragons, so I deleted it swiftly."
I explain casually, nonchalantly. After calming viewers, I turn to Henisia.
Even with dragon eyesight, she couldn't remember a instantly-deleted comment. Plus, she's new to broadcasts, human machines, Korean, and Hangul—just three hours of study today.
So... she couldn't have seen it...
"......"
"......Henisia?"
"......Yes, Mother."
No outward change, but I've fed and licked her for five hundred years. Less after she became an adult and moved out, but only my other children know her as well as I.
So I know.
"......"
You... saw it, didn't you?
"Henisia. Remember what I said?"
"......Of course, Mother."
Don't harm humans in anger. Don't speak dismissively. ...Just follow my lead on the broadcast.
Those are the core rules. In short: no funny business on my stream.
"Good."
I trust you. Because I must...
"Perhaps withdraw your dominance?"
"Oh. I did it without thinking..."
Henisia smiles brightly as her dominance fades.