The Pope Who Returned After Having Three Children (Erina and Evaila)
“Okay, take your time to think it over.”
The answer Seoyun gave after long deliberation was neither yes nor no.
It was a judgment suspended.
She still seemed unable to make a decision.
I understood how she felt.
If it had been just me, I would have given permission immediately.
But there were five of us now.
Honestly, impatience stirred within me.
Would Seoyun end up rejecting me after all?
As the Pope, the ability to maintain composure that I had trained for so long shone through in moments like this.
“Please take your time.”
My calm expression and gestures were almost never broken.
Hiding my true feelings was not difficult for me.
It had been the same when I first learned of the pregnancy—I had no choice but to face it head-on.
“Sorry. It came on so suddenly.”
Was it because I had appeared too composed?
Seoyun apologized to me with a somewhat uncomfortable look on her face.
“It’s fine. It’s just that my request is too much for you to consider.”
Her words sounded casual enough, but the truth was otherwise.
If Seoyun herself refused, where would I go?
No solutions came to mind.
Honestly, I would have had to sit on the street.
‘…That’s out of the question.’
If it had only been Liam and me, we could have managed without a house for a while.
After all, I was a former saintess and Liam a former warrior.
We were already used to sleeping outdoors, and we could go days without sleep with no problem.
But the children were different.
Our five-year-old twin daughters and our baby son under a year old all still needed warmth and stability.
I simply could not raise my precious children on the streets.
“Miss Seoyun, I will earn our living expenses myself.
I am quite capable.”
“…I see.”
The reaction was lukewarm.
She didn’t seem to grasp just how remarkable the title of Pope was.
I needed to show her my power directly.
Just as I was considering it, Seoyun’s eyes suddenly widened.
“Oh, right.
Um… sister, have you eaten yet?”
Now that she mentioned it, I had been hungry since my last meal half a day ago.
I glanced back at the group and asked them.
["Are you all hungry?"]
Liam and the twins Erina and Evaila nodded vigorously at the same time.
“It’s about time, isn’t it?”
And Liam answered in his usual carefree tone.
It was Korean.
His accent was slightly off, but I had no trouble understanding him.
“...What did you do?”
“I analyzed the words your twins are saying and applied translation magic to it.
How is it?”
He had said it sounded awkward, but he was secretly using magic.
In any case, he had talent as befitting a former warrior.
“It’s not bad.”
Honestly, it was impressive, but I deliberately said it casually.
If I praised him too much, he would get even more arrogant.
“You can speak Korean too?”
Seoyun suddenly addressed Liam while listening to the conversation.
The bright girl that Seoyun was.
“I learned it just now.
Not bad, right?”
Liam acted just like himself, crossing his legs arrogantly toward the stranger.
Unfortunately, that man suffered from an incurable disease of not knowing how to be humble.
“Liam, keep quiet and take care of the children.”
“Why? Include me too.”
“……”
“…Fine.”
By poking him a little, he quickly deflated.
That was one of the few advantages of a former warrior.
Liam soon performed his long-developed skill from being unemployed, “playing with the kids,” as I watched Erina laugh happily in his arms.
After that, he turned his head back.
“It’s time for everyone to eat.”
“Yeah.
I’ll order something.”
Seoyun pulled something from her pocket.
It was a smartphone with an apple pattern on the back.
Was that thing still the most popular?
I watched her busy thumb moving and opened my mouth.
“Why are you suddenly fiddling with your phone?”
“I’m ordering chicken on the delivery app.”
“Delivery app?”
“Oh, you don’t know?
These days everyone uses it.”
Come to think of it, there had been such apps before my reincarnation too.
I hadn’t used them, but still.
“I ordered two.
One fried, one seasoned.”
“Thank you.
We’ll finally eat after a long time.”
It was chicken after twenty years.
I had gotten used to a full-course diet and forgotten the taste, but I was looking forward to how much it had improved.
I casually recalled the faded memories of chicken and stood from the sofa.
“Miss Seoyun, may I go to the inner room for a moment?”
“Why so suddenly?”
“Rohan isn’t old enough to eat chicken yet.”
“…”
“Ah.”
Seoyun jumped up from her chair and led me to the inner room.
She whispered softly as she walked.
“Is it the thing I’m thinking of?”
“Yes.
Breastfeeding.”
“……”
Seoyun’s expression became strangely complicated as she sat me on the bed she used.
She then smiled awkwardly.
“I never thought I’d be feeding breast milk to the son my brother directly gave birth to.”
“…Call me Unnie.”
“I’m not used to it yet.
For now, just call me Oppa.”
It was a reasonable suggestion, so I told her to do so.
‘How absurd.’
Soon Seoyun left after closing the door.
I said she could stay, but she refused, saying she felt uncomfortable.
The landlord was outside, and there was a guest in the inner room.
She seemed uncomfortable and wanted to eat and go quickly.
But Rohan had not woken up at all today.
Normally he would start to complain by now, but he was sleeping soundly like the world was not there.
“Rohan, are you trying to upset your father’s stomach like a father?”
I thought I would have to feed him later when he woke up, but just then the inner door opened.
It was Liam.
“Why did you come in?
Go take care of the children.”
“My sister said she would watch for a moment.
Erina got friendly with me really fast.
Evaila is just like usual.”
Liam secretly came closer and sat beside me.
He then wrapped his arm around my waist.
With a deep gaze and a subtle smile.
It was a familiar situation I had experienced many times.
“…No.
What indecent thing are you trying to do in someone else’s house?”
“What?
I was just going to kiss you.
What kind of imagination did you have?”
“……”
It was the same pattern I had experienced many times.
He would set the mood first and make me seem like the lewd one.
The same routine every time, yet I could never escape it.
“You don’t want a kiss either?
Then I’ll go.”
“…I never said I didn’t.”
Since I was already thoroughly entranced by this flawed man, there was no chance for me.
***
After all the twists and turns, lunch time finally came.
The chicken I had eaten after a long time was surprisingly not great.
‘It’s salty, greasy, and the portions are too big.’
Perhaps because I had gotten used to a healthy diet instead of the delicious one, Korean food was no longer to my taste.
But it seemed to suit the girls’ palates.
Both ate obediently and messily.
I did not check Liam’s reaction.
He would eat well on his own.
After all, he was a man who could survive a month of hunger.
“Oppa, I’ve decided.”
After finishing lunch, Seoyun finally told me her answer to my request.
“Let’s live together for now.
Just until we have enough money to live independently.”
“…Thank you.”
“But there’s a condition.”
Seoyun’s condition was simple.
I would have to report on my plans and goals for the future.
So I sat at the table and looked at the laptop.
Fortunately, the usage method was learned quickly with Seoyun’s teaching and thirty minutes of dialect.
I placed an empty document on the monitor and rested my hands on the keyboard.
Up to this point it had gone smoothly.
But the part after that was the problem.
‘…How do I earn money?’
I had said I would earn our living expenses with my own mouth, but now that I thought about it, it felt completely unclear.
Twenty years of being an unpaid position as Pope had completely wiped out any sense of earning money.
["Mom, what are you doing?"]
["Play with me."]
Meanwhile the twins clung to me, doubling the pain.
I had left them with Liam… but he was sleeping on the sofa with Rohan.
Probably tired from teaching dimensions, I couldn’t wake him.
And Seoyun had gone out because she had a schedule.
I had tried to ask her not to leave, but I gave up.
I had pride too.
Ultimately, childcare fell entirely to me.
["Erina, Evaila.
Stay quiet.
I have to work."]
I sat the two daughters beside me on my lap and fell into thought.
‘What should I do?’
No matter how much I thought, no brilliant idea came to mind.
Basic common sense and information were lacking, so I could not make a plan at all.
When this happened, I should use the power of the internet.
I typed the name of the site that had been sleeping far back into the search bar.
[Green Wiki]
A website I had found fun to browse when I had free time.
For now, it seemed necessary to gather simple information here.
I first searched for the group Seoyun had told me about.
[World Returnee Association]
An impressive name.
Because of the word “returnee,” I had doubted it, but my guess was right.
“There were others besides me.”
Returnees were not just me.
It was an unexpected situation, but I was not particularly surprised.
I had already done reincarnations and crossed dimensions.
And I had experienced even greater things than that.
So I had a rough idea.
There might be others like me.
However, it seemed there were no returnees in Korea.
“That’s fortunate.”
The rarity was secured.
I needed to think of ways to earn money using this.
Again I used the power of the green wiki.
What were the other returnees eating and living on?
["Mom, I’m bored."]
["Let me play."]
I stroked the heads of the whining daughters while reading the wiki article.
As I carefully organized the candidates for livelihood methods in my mind, one occupation stood out.
“Streamer…”
According to the wiki, the most popular job among returnees was none other than internet broadcasters.
Pretty looks and unusual skills.
It was said to be the best way to earn a living that best utilized a returnee’s characteristics.
There was some logic to it.
For me, being an internet broadcaster meant someone who poured soy sauce or cola on themselves for money, but that was not the case for all.
Unlike before, recognition was good, and if done well, they seemed to earn quite a bit of money.
I could handle childcare and work at home by streaming.
And I liked the fact that it was a job that made good use of my appearance.
“There aren’t many people as pretty as me.”
Honestly, if I was that pretty, I might attract attention just with my looks.
As long as I became famous somehow, everything would go smoothly.
Even sitting in a corner, money might pour in.
The more I thought about it, the more it pulled me in.
Soon I made up my mind.
“Former Pope Beauty Working-Mom Streamer.
That sounds good.”
The goal was to earn over one hundred million won within half a year.
As always, you had to set big goals.