Souls Online: Mythic Ascension-Chapter 415: The ’Streamer’

Jamie Raelic clicked their tongue after their brother had hung up on him.

"How can he just ignore his adorable siblings desire to show an interest in their love life. He is such a boor!"

they complained with a puff of their cheeks. They leaned back in their chair for a moment, staring at the ceiling as a sense of comfort washed over them.

Thank god he is alive

That moment of comfort though soon faded as Jamie remembered that they were still technically ’working’.

"Shit! The Stream!"

They sat back up, focusing on their computer where they pressed a few keys before suddenly speaking in a cutesy voice

"Sorry my darlings~! I just had a little emergency~! Don’t bully me too much~!"

The chat log exploded right after that. Most of the comments were saying that it was okay or that they were worried about them.

[What was so important that you abandoned us?]

Jamie’s expression froze for a moment when they saw that comment though. If they ever saw that person in real life, it would be a struggle to not bash that persons face in with the keyboard.

But Jamie was a professional who wouldn’t let their agitation show. Instead their smile grew bigger as they held up a peace sign and remarked

"That was my brother. He’s come back after being missing for so long! I got my brother back!"

The chat erupted again with words of congratulations and messages filled with positivity.

[I’m so glad to hear that Princess! Family is everything!]

’[Is the brother of Princess hot? I am asking for a friend]

[I wanna know where he was gone that nobody could find him for so long.]

[I think we need to beat up this ’Brother’ for making our Princess cry]

Jamie’s lips curved up in a smug grin as he tapped his fingers against the desk.

"That’s right! My brother is aa total hottie! He is a Police Detective and he’s good looking. Just not as good as me~!"

The chat went wild again, a chaotic mix of laughter, heart emojis, and over-the-top declarations of affection. Jamie giggled softly, resting their chin on their hand.

For the first time in months, their laugh didn’t sound forced.

Jamie stood from their chair with a playful glint in their almond brown eyes. They brushed their silky black hair behind their shoulder, the strands catching the glow of the monitor like liquid ink.

"My brother does need a beating," they announced dramatically, one hand on their hip and the other pointing toward the camera. "So I will go beat him up a little~!"

Their chat exploded again, the scrolling wall of text almost unreadable as fans spammed heart emojis, laughing gifs, and messages of mock horror.

[Nooo Princess, don’t hurt him too bad!]

[Record it for us! We want to see!] 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

[Protect the hottie brother at all costs!]

[Princess violence is justice!]

Jamie giggled behind their hand, the sound soft and melodic. Their petite frame seemed even smaller as they leaned close to the camera, voice lowering into a playful whisper. "Don’t worry, darlings~ I’ll go easy on him. Probably."

They stepped back, twirling once as their skirt fluttered around their thighs. Jamie’s long hair spun in a perfect arc before settling back down in a smooth, glossy curtain that reached their waist. The light from the monitor made their skin glow, soft and pale like porcelain.

It was easy to see why people called them the Princess of Archery. Their beauty felt deliberate, almost sculpted. Even standing still, they looked like they had stepped out of a painting. But it wasn’t just their looks that drew people in. It was their confidence, the effortless way they owned every inch of who they were.

Jamie Raelic was biologically male, but that never bothered him. He didn’t pretend to be anything else, and his audience didn’t care either. If anything, it only made them love him more. While someone like Leo despised being mistaken for a girl, Jamie loved it. No, they thrived on it.

They adored the teasing compliments, the adoring nicknames, and the playful chaos of chat calling him Princess while knowing exactly what he was. Some fans even joked that it made him better than a girl because he was beautiful and still had something between his legs.

Jamie never took offense. He leaned into it, laughed about it, and owned it completely.

"Alright, my loves!" Jamie said, clapping his hands together and breaking into a bright smile. "I need to go see my brother now! You all have been such angels today."

The chat erupted again, a blur of pink hearts and caps-locked messages.

[Aww, Princess is leaving us already?!]

[Where’s the selfie! We need proof that the hottie exists!]

[Go show him who’s boss!]

[Princess supremacy forever!]

Jamie giggled again, bringing his hand to his cheek in mock embarrassment. "Oh, don’t worry. I’ll post a selfie with him later so you can see just how hot he is. You’ll fall in love, I promise~!"

The stream went wild again.

[SIMP MODE ACTIVATED]

[Princess’s brother supremacy incoming!]

[The world isn’t ready for double Raelic beauty!]

[Can we have both brothers? Asking for science!]

Jamie’s laughter filled the room. It was light and warm, the kind that melted tension away. He blew a kiss at the camera and waved one last time.

"I love you all! Be good while I’m gone, okay? Don’t cheat on me with another streamer~!"

With that, Jamie pressed a button, and the stream cut off with a soft click. The room immediately fell into silence. The only sound was the faint hum of the computer fans and the quiet buzz of the chat still scrolling for a few seconds before fading out.

Jamie exhaled, stretching his arms high above his head. "Alright," he murmured to himself. "Showtime."

He walked toward his closet, humming softly. Inside was a colorful array of clothing: skirts, ribbons, jackets, crop tops, and dresses all neatly organized by shade. He ran a finger along the hangers until he stopped at a soft pink outfit: a fitted jacket with white trim, a short pleated skirt, and a pair of thigh-high socks that made his legs look impossibly long.

Perfect.

After slipping into the outfit, he turned to the mirror. His reflection stared back, radiant and confident. He adjusted a few strands of hair and added a touch of lip gloss, then fastened a tiny silver heart pendant around his neck.

"There," he said with satisfaction, turning slightly to the side to check every angle. "Irresistible."

Jamie grabbed his phone and slung a small bag over his shoulder. As he walked past the desk, he glanced at the paused chat replay still open on the second monitor. The flood of hearts and emojis hadn’t stopped even after the stream ended.

It made him smile again, a softer one this time. Streaming had started as a distraction after everything that had happened with his family, but it had become something much more. It gave him a place to belong, to be seen the way he wanted to be seen.

Still, the thought of seeing Morgan again made his stomach twist with something more complicated than excitement. He was alive. That should have been enough. But part of Jamie wanted to shake him, to yell at him, to make him understand how scared they had been.

"I’m still mad at you," Jamie muttered, fixing the strap of his bag. "But you’re lucky I look too cute to stay mad for long."

He flicked off the lights, letting the glow of the computer screens fade into darkness. The only illumination came from the neon signs near the window that read LIVE and PRINCESS ROOM.

As Jamie stepped out the door, the faint click of his boots echoed down the hallway.

"Watch out, big brother," he said with a sly grin. "Your adorable little sibling is coming for you."

The night air outside was cool, carrying the scent of rain on pavement. Jamie adjusted his hair one last time, took out his phone, and snapped a quick selfie. The caption read:

"On my way to see my missing brother~! Wish me luck, darlings <3"

Within seconds, notifications started lighting up the screen.

Jamie laughed quietly, pocketed the phone, and began walking toward the dormhouse, each step light, graceful, and full of mischief.