The Saintess's Promise
Before I knew it, I had gone from being a notorious troublemaker in the VA community to the founder and administrator of the Saintess Devotee Gallery. I was holding quite high expectations for the Saintess's face reveal announcement.
"Honestly, whether she's pretty or not doesn't matter. Her skill and concept were already charming enough. But hearing her mention it so confidently makes me look forward to it anyway..."
I had been her very first viewer, and I had continued supporting her all the way to the brink of Grandmaster. That was why the Saintess meant more to me than any other streamer. Her overwhelming skill and unique concept had even made me quit my only source of entertainment from my previous life—causing chaos in streams. In a way, she was literally my saintess and savior.
Despite my deep affection and trust, I had never had the chance to speak with her one-on-one since her first broadcast. Hoping she might take an interest, I had even created the Saintess Devotee Gallery, but when she saw it, she couldn't respond positively.
'Actually, this is more of a problem than the face reveal...'
Since it was my first time running a gallery, I was quite inexperienced with post moderation. As a result, posts the Saintess shouldn't have seen ended up right in front of her eyes.
"Haah..."
It had been a rare opportunity to catch her attention, yet things had gone in the completely opposite direction from what I intended. All I could do was sigh in disappointment at the unsatisfying outcome.
But then the Saintess gave me one last hope.
"First, let me get straight to the point. You all saw the Saintess Devotee Gallery earlier, right? It looks like a gathering place for my fans, but it didn't seem to be in very good shape."
As the Saintess, who had been talking for a while, suddenly connected the gallery to the face reveal, a sliver of hope began to form.
"Now that the Saintess Devotee Gallery has essentially become my fan café, it needs to be clean. Otherwise, it could damage my position and public image."
"So you all... can become its moderators, organize group raids, or use any other method to purify it."
"I'll just keep solo queuing for a few hours. If the gallery is in a state that satisfies me by the time I reach Challenger, I'll do the face reveal right then."
It seemed the Saintess wanted the same thing I did. But before that...
"Just the fact that she paid attention to it makes me so happy..."
Given the situation, I briefly considered that I should contribute to the Saintess's face reveal even if it meant seeking advice.
What the hell is this...
"Voice... No, is this email phishing?"
But who scams people like this these days...? More importantly, how does this person know my financial situation??
"And they're offering these conditions just to stop a single face reveal...?"
Everything about it was hard to understand, and my head felt like it was about to explode. But...
"Two billion won..."
For someone as financially desperate as me, this could be a life-changing opportunity.
"...Should I just try it?"
But... what if it's a scam? What if I leave the troublemakers in the gallery alone like they said? As the founder and administrator of the Saintess Devotee Gallery, my image in the Saintess's eyes would definitely be destroyed. More than anything, the most important thing was that I wouldn't be able to see the Saintess's face.
"I don't know..."
In the end, the offer seemed suspicious in many ways, and for some reason it felt like betraying the Saintess. So I decided to stick to my principles for now. After the Saintess's face reveal announcement, I selected only the most promising volunteers who wanted to become administrators and chose to invest in my trust with the Saintess rather than an uncertain future.
It had been about eight hours since the Grandmaster promotion match broadcast began...? The Saintess showed no signs of stopping until she achieved Challenger, obsessively grinding rank matches.
"I guess that's one thing to be thankful for..."
Thanks to the efforts of the devotees who had gathered with the sole intention of seeing the Saintess's face, the Saintess Devotee Gallery had become quite clean.
It seemed everyone's efforts had paid off. There were no more posts harassing the Saintess, and her final match was progressing relatively smoothly.
A person whose username is literally "LoveSaintessTooMuch" saying something like that... No, more importantly, if it's come to this, does that mean this person isn't actually a scammer and is actually connected to the Saintess?
"Tsk... This is making me dizzy..."
While I was debating whether I should at least make one phone call at this point, a voice came from the Saintess's stream.
Soon after, the Saintess fiddled with something for a moment before setting up her stream to show her face.
"Whoa...."
The face that was finally revealed was undeniably more beautiful than any beauty I had ever seen before.
"So this is the Saintess...?"
Her eyes shining with a blue light, her pure white skin, and her slightly Western yet sharp facial features harmonized perfectly with each other. Her pink hair also carried a unique charm.
The devotees' reactions were burning hotter than ever before.
"...Ah. So that's why she said it was premature."
Only now did I understand what the person who sent the earlier email had meant.
"So that person knew the Saintess's face from the beginning...?"
From knowing my financial situation to knowing the Saintess's face... It seemed like meeting them at least once would be good for my well-being.
Without hesitation, I called the number written in the email.
"Yes~ Hello~"
A woman's voice answered—strangely similar to the Saintess's, yet somehow soulless.
"Ah, yes. You sent me that email earlier..."
When I brought up the email, she laughed in satisfaction.
"Aha. So you've decided to sign the contract? Then would you come to the address here right now?"
Right now...?
"...Excuse me?"
"If you want to sign the contract, come now."
Honestly, I wasn't thrilled about leaving while the Saintess was still streaming, but...
"...Yes, I understand. Then the address..."
In a situation where the person's credibility had been somewhat verified, I was clearly in the weaker position and couldn't refuse.
"Yes. I'll send you the address, so just take a taxi and come comfortably. We'll cover the fare on our end."
"Ah... Yes, I understand."
After taking a taxi, I arrived at an enormous standalone house.
"I knew something was off when it was in Cheongdam-dong... This place is seriously grand."
There were other flashy buildings nearby, but according to her, this building was a private residence. In other words, she owned this entire massive building by herself.
"So... I can really get a house in Cheongdam-dong and two billion won?"
It was still hard to believe, but her offer was becoming more and more real.
When I finally rang the doorbell, the gate opened, revealing a futuristic house between the garden and a private pool.
"I'm getting something like that...?"
Maybe when a person is overwhelmed with trembling and overflowing emotions, it's hard to even walk properly. Feeling crushed by the weight of it all, I slowly walked to the entrance and knocked carefully. The door opened, and the Saintess...? appeared.
"Uh... Saintess...?"
Looking again, she was clearly different from the Saintess. For one thing, her eye color was the complete opposite—red. While the Saintess sometimes gave off a cold, almost sociopathic vibe, this person somehow gave off an overall yandere-like feeling.
"Ahaha... I'm not the Saintess. I'm the Saintess's older sister."
Ah... So she's the Saintess's sister. Wait, then does that mean the Saintess is inside too...? My head felt like it was about to explode.