The Saintess's Personal Guard Loses Her Mind

When Oh Seeun jumped out to scare me, I genuinely thought my heart had stopped. "You know perfectly well that I hate horror genres and jump scares, so why on earth would you do that?"

"Because... your reactions are just too cute..."

"...You do realize we look identical, right?"

"Not at all. I don't have that pure, innocent charm you do. It's only cute because it's you."

They say when something is so ridiculous it leaves you speechless. I had been determined not to let this slide and was about to give her a proper scolding, but—

"Oh no... even when you're sulking it's adorable..."

The very person who had angered me kept reacting like that, so I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠couldn't even get a proper sentence out.

"Ugh... I'm going to go rank up now."

Since I'd already rested enough while fooling around with her, I planned to focus on ranked games again.

"Ah... are you really mad...?"

My attitude must have seemed even colder to her, because when Oh Seeun looked at me again, her pupils were trembling violently, glistening with moisture.

"...Did I cross a line? If so, I'll apologize sincerely."

No... why was she acting so submissive just because I got a little upset? Just moments ago she'd claimed she wasn't as pure as me, but looking at her now, that didn't seem true at all.

"I'm not that angry."

"I just thought I'd gotten a decent rest thanks to you, so I wanted to practice other classes and work toward the contract conditions you mentioned earlier by playing some ranked games."

"Ah... so that's what it was."

"And... why are you looking so sad? It's not like I'm disappearing forever."

"Ah... haha. Right? Then have fun gaming and come find me whenever you want."

Fortunately, my explanation seemed to clear up the misunderstanding. Oh Seeun was gradually returning to her usual energetic self.

"See you later then."

"...Yeah, see you in a bit."

I was about to exchange a casual goodbye and head back to the PC bang when—

"I'll always be cheering you on, so make sure to rest when you need to."

She spoke in a voice that sounded considerably calmer now.

"You're not just using that as an excuse to satisfy your own desires, are you?"

"You caught me..."

I wrapped up our conversation on a cheerful note and headed back down to the PC bang.

"This place feels like my own bedroom now."

For someone who had always valued personal space, the PC bang had become the place I'd spent the most time in since reincarnating into this world. It made perfect sense that I'd feel this way.

"But if this place feels more comfortable than my own room, isn't that kind of a problem?"

The room my sister had prepared for me had luxurious bedding and everything... wait a second.

"I'm even calling her sister in my thoughts now."

Until our conversation earlier, I'd been referring to her as Oh Seeun in my head, and when addressing her I'd only ever called her "hey" or "you." The change felt especially jarring.

"But... it's not exactly wrong, is it?"

It had already been over a week since we'd started living together. The awkward phase had mostly passed, and since she liked being called sister, there was no real reason I couldn't do it.

"I'll just keep it like this."

After a brief moment of hesitation, I decided to call her sister out of respect. She'd done quite a lot for me, and whenever I looked at her, the thought of her as my sister came more naturally than thinking of her as a clone.

"She's going to lose her mind when she finds out later."

She was weirdly obsessed with me. If I told her I'd use the title she'd been dying to hear every single day for the rest of my life, her reaction was painfully easy to imagine.

"...On second thought, I don't need to tell her. I can just think it to myself."

After sorting out my thoughts about the whole sister thing, I logged into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠VA for what felt like the first time in ages.

"Oh right, I should turn on the stream."

I quickly started the broadcast I'd almost forgotten about and watched the viewer count climb at a much faster rate than during my early streams.

"Hello everyone."

As usual, the Cult was making a huge fuss. Today, however, I had some special news to deliver to them.

"Alright everyone. Today's stream is a corruption broadcast."

"I'm not playing Priest anymore."

As expected, the chat exploded. Amid the absolute chaos, one final comment caught my eye.

"Hmm, if you're asking why all of a sudden... maybe my faith has weakened?"

With every shocking move I made, the chat seemed to burn even hotter.

"Saintess Personal Guard? What is that?"

Among the rapidly scrolling messages, the occasional appearance of the term Saintess Personal Guard caught my interest.

Aha... piecing the flow together, it seemed the Personal Guard was my fanbase that operated mainly in the VA gallery.

Well... last time I briefly checked the gallery it was nothing but praise posts and hate ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠posts...

It was probably inevitable. But one question remained: where exactly did these self-proclaimed Personal Guard people gather?

I asked the Cult members about that too, and they immediately flooded me with answers.

"No... what kind of place is it exactly..."

I couldn't hold back my curiosity any longer. I searched for the Saintess Personal Guard Gallery and entered it immediately.

"Whoa..."

What unfolded before my eyes was a festival of posts filled exclusively with talk about me.

If even the Cult was this confused, there was really nothing more to say.

"...Shall we read them one by one?"

I applied some light filtering and picked the first post.

Reading any more comments here seemed mentally taxing, so I moved on to the next post.

"...Huh?"

The dizzying title had hidden it at first, but the author's username looked extremely familiar.

Can ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I really call this person my sister...?

To make matters worse, most of the comments below the post were supportive, which only made me feel even more disoriented.

In the end, I escaped the abyss after just ten minutes and concluded my gallery exploration.

Just like them, I had assumed that my announcement about not playing Priest would dominate the stream for a while.

"...I'll start the game now."

And so the match began, accompanied by a strange sense of defeat. As expected from the second game of my Grandmaster promotion series, the overall tier was noticeably high.

Of course, just because the tier was high didn't mean people weren't fighting. Seriously, why were they like this today...