The Pope Who Returned After Having Three Children
I had shown Seoyun my carefully written plan and goals for the future.
She should be satisfied. It was a rather reasonable solution.
“Um….”
However, Seoyun’s reaction was much milder than I had expected.
A vague expression, slightly furrowed brows, and the way she simply sat there quietly created unnecessary anxiety.
Was she rejecting me?
To be honest, I had expected an immediate pass, but the lukewarm tone left me bewildered.
*This is strange.*
Was there a problem? Could she have some prejudice against the streamer profession?
Still pondering intently, Seoyun stared at the monitor. After a moment, she finally opened her mouth.
“Hyung, it doesn’t sound bad. Actually, I was already considering becoming a streamer.”
It was fortunate that she hadn’t dismissed the idea just because she didn’t like it.
“But there’s something missing.”
“What is it?”
“Content. You need to decide how to structure the broadcasts. Have you thought about any ideas?”
I nodded confidently.
“Appearance. Isn’t that enough?”
“…….”
Seoyun’s mouth gaped in shock, but soon she burst into laughter.
“Indeed, it has real appeal.”
“Of course. The most common thing I’ve heard as the Pope is ‘You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.’”
“…Really?”
Beauty was a universal interest of all humanity.
People from other worlds were obsessed with appearances, even the haughty elves.
“You have a face that inspires confidence.”
Seoyun stared at my face and continued.
“But a streamer with nothing but looks won’t last long. Want to know why?”
For a moment I pondered, then answered.
“Could it be that viewers get bored?”
“Right. No matter how pretty, without fun they’ll all leave eventually.”
A perfectly reasonable statement, so I nodded lightly.
I needed to listen carefully. A wise Pope accepted every opinion and suggestion without making unilateral decisions.
Soon Seoyun grabbed the mouse and opened the site she had bookmarked.
[Itube]
The video-sharing site that had existed even before transmigration. I remembered sometimes going there to look for game strategy videos.
According to Seoyun, the number of users had grown far beyond what it was then.
“These days kids and old people alike all watch Itube.”
“Why is it so popular?”
“I don’t know. Is TV just not fun anymore?”
It seemed that television, once the center of all media, had become obsolete.
“The world has changed a lot.”
“Less changed than you?”
“I feel like I’ve changed less than you have.”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
Seoyun giggled and typed an English search term into Itube.
“This returnee is the most famous among all of them.”
The search results showed a channel with a cat face covered in lipstick at the top.
[Sister CAT]
@SCAT · 110 million subscribers
“…110 million?”
An unrealistic number beyond my comprehension. I blinked in silence for a second before speaking.
“Why introduce this person?”
“Analyze what kind of content this person became famous for. It’s not exactly real-time streaming, but it can still help.”
“Understood. I’ll keep it in mind.”
“And think about what kind of content you’ll broadcast.”
Seoyun, who had dumped me with homework, soon went to bed.
I decided to study through the night since I didn’t have to sleep yet.
But first there was something I needed to do.
“Everyone sleep early.”
I had given Seoyun a small room for our family. I laid the twins on the blanket spread out on the floor.
The room was originally a closet, so narrow that the five of us couldn’t all fit.
So Liam and I took turns sleeping on the sofa, and today was my turn. After all, there was work to do today anyway.
“No! I wanna play more!”
“I don’t wanna sleep.”
The twins, however, had no intention of going to sleep.
Their eyes sparkled with excitement and their lips were pouting. It was clear they wouldn’t be easy to settle.
Originally they had been good kids who would close their eyes obediently when I told them to sleep… but now they were being all sideways.
The culprit, of course, was the unemployed former hero who brought nothing but chaos and accidents.
“…Liam.”
“Why are you calling me?”
The arrogant jerk was sprawled out casually on the bed and answered. His carefree expression was enough to make me grind my teeth.
“Why did you cast interpretation magic on the kids? It’s just a temporary solution anyway.”
“But until they learn Korean, it works.”
“That’s a fair point.”
I had saved myself the trouble of teaching Korean. But a deadly flaw had come along with it.
I barely managed to resist the urge to stomp on Liam’s foot and said, “But why did you decide to show the kids cartoon books? That’s a reckless act.”
My intended words had been completely censored, resulting in an unnatural tone. The unpleasant sensation of my tongue moving on its own filled my mouth.
Even I found it difficult to control my expression in such a moment.
“Cartoon books? Ah, you mean a book full of drawings? The kids were curious, so I asked my sister and borrowed a few from the bookshelf….”
Liam, talking without a filter, suddenly trailed off.
The jerk avoided my eyes and spoke. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Yes. You taught the kids ‘fun things.’”
Erina and Evaila were currently hugging one cartoon book each. Judging by the cover, it was a famous Japanese manga.
I had seen it long before transmigration, but it looked quite violent for five-year-olds. A little too suggestive too.
Of course, they were too young to even have thoughts about violence or sex.
It was just that the drawings were fascinating and interesting. There were no cartoons in their world.
“Erina, Evaila. Come here.”
I said it more firmly than usual and reached out.
But the daughters who were completely absorbed in their manga books ignored me.
“Waaah! My arms are getting so long!”
“I wanna go on an adventure too!”
“Me too, me too!”
“And I wanna fall into the sea!”
“I don’t wanna fall into the sea…?”
They were discussing seriously among themselves even though they didn’t understand the content.
It was too adorable. I watched them quietly for a moment before snapping back to my senses.
“Liam. Open your eyes and look properly. This is the bleak and hopeless reality your reckless behavior has created.”
Liam seemed to realize he had made a mistake. He kept rolling his eyes, checking my reaction.
Then he said cautiously, “Clitia.”
“Why are you calling me that?”
“Want me to kiss you?”
“…….”
Did he really think that would work? It was hilarious. The most absurd attempt imaginable.
“…Only this once.”
And I had fallen for a man who did such things.
“Come here.”
Liam smiled slyly and patted the spot next to him. The jerk.
“I’ll receive it later. The kids are watching, aren’t they?”
“So what. You do it all the time anyway.”
Facing Liam’s shameless eyes, I suddenly remembered what the ‘Wise One’ from the hero party had said back then.
—Do you like the hero, sir? No. You’ll definitely regret it later.
I had been worried then too, but now I let out a quiet laugh.
*Regret? I’ve already given the hero three kids.*
The future of people was truly unpredictable.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and smiled at Liam.
“Put the kids to bed responsibly.”
“Got it!”
His prompt answer was good.
***
I woke up holding baby Rohan and watched the channel of the returnee known as Sister CAT.
“Da-da.”
Rohan babbled at me, but I gently patted his back and focused.
*Interesting.*
Sister CAT.
This American woman was a returnee who had transmigrated into a character from a minor TRPG world.
It was a world where evil gods and demons waged war. According to the wiki, she had lived a rather harsh life.
Anyway, Sister CAT’s main content was ‘experiments.’
Reproducing the evil god’s swamp she had witnessed firsthand as a set.
Trying to summon low-level demons.
Experimenting on what would happen if they borrowed a tiny amount of the evil god’s power.
All of them looked reckless and thrilling.
Was she filming with her life on the line? That thought crossed my mind, but turns out Sister CAT really had multiple lives.
*This could be popular.*
Stimulating content impossible for ordinary people.
Even someone like me, who had experienced everything, would find it interesting. Her audience was bound to be huge.
I pressed the subscribe button and opened a blank document. I would use this woman’s channel to decide what to do in my first broadcast.
First, I slowly listed my skills in my mind.
My unparalleled beauty, my miraculous healing abilities.
After thinking carefully, nothing else came to mind. Those two were all.
*…This is tricky.*
Both were beyond ordinary, but beauty and healing alone had limits.
This was more troublesome than I thought.
My head became complicated, so I closed my eyes for a moment.
“Dada!”
At that moment, Rohan patted my shoulder. As if to encourage me.
“Rohan, are you cheering for Mom?”
“Dada!”
“Thank you. Keep growing up like this. Don’t turn out like your dad.”
My son was incredibly cute, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Just watching him gave me a sense of healing.
I spent some time caring only for Rohan.
Then an idea suddenly flashed through my mind.
*Isn’t I just one massive content itself?*
I was a walking story bundle right now.
Stories from my nun days, my first meeting with the lunatic hero, the bloodbath with the Four Heavenly Kings.
If I just told the stories, people would go crazy. There was more than enough material for interest.
And if storytelling got tedious, I could just cause some miracles. I could ask a goddess who was close to me.
*I overthought it for nothing.*
I tried gathering holy power in my hand as an experiment.
Swoosh.
Pink holy power formed in my hand without delay. Even after crossing dimensions, the goddess’s blessing still protected me.
With that, I could relax and be bold.
*Why not just try it?*
The conclusion was simple compared to the long pondering. It felt even more satisfying.
“Dada, kya!”
“Rohan, be happy. We’re going to be rich soon.”
Did he understand? Rohan smiled brightly.
Thanks to my adorable son, I suddenly remembered what to do for the first broadcast.
I opened the green wiki and found the document I wanted.
[Apolis Tales]
The very game that had swallowed me whole.
The document for *Apolis Tales*, the object of hatred in my heart, was filled with quite a lot of content.
*This is it.*
A smile naturally formed on my lips.
A genuine smile from my heart.
***
The next day.
I called Seoyun, who was preparing breakfast, to help.
I couldn’t keep receiving help forever, so I decided to repay her.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Just wait a moment.”
I clasped my hands in front of my chest and closed my eyes, murmuring softly.
“O glorious sun, please bestow upon this one who will live through a difficult day a kind ray of sunlight.”
The effect of the prayer appeared immediately.
“Huh?”
A faint pink light fell upon Seoyun’s head.
Gradually, Seoyun’s eyes, which had looked a bit tired, became clearer.
Her skin became smooth, and her hair glistened. It was as if time had been reversed.
“What did you just do?”
“It’s a blessing. I poured enough to last you a whole week.”
“…….”
Had she finally realized the grandeur of the Pope? Seoyun was silent for a moment before speaking.
“Thank you. May I ask the name of the person you believe in?”
“Have you started to feel interested in the goddess? But Seoyun-ssi is not religious, right?”
“But if there are real gods, there’s no reason not to believe in them.”
That was true. I had fallen into faith for exactly the same reason.
I looked at Seoyun’s lively face quietly and smiled faintly.
“Let’s talk about the details later.”
“Yeah. I have a lot to say too.”
Seoyun’s lips curved upward in response to me.
But her reason for smiling was different from mine.
“Hyung, how about preaching on the broadcast?”
“…Huh?”
“There’s a system where you can become a believer if you donate a certain amount or more. Doesn’t that sound good?”
Was she seriously suggesting connecting a holy and sacred religion directly to money? It was an unbearable statement.
“It’s a wonderful idea.”
It was so appealing that I couldn’t hold back.