The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 73: A Familiar Scent Comes from a Woman I’ve Never Seen Before

“Hehe, why are you so nervous?”

The final interviewee sitting in front of me looked around anxiously.

To ease the tension, Lyla asked in a gentle voice.

“Ah, n-no... it’s just my first interview ever...”

“Don’t be too nervous.”

With that, she continued with the usual questions she’d asked the others.

Why they applied, if they’d ever done volunteer work before, that sort of thing.

After hearing her brief self-introduction, the questions wrapped up.

‘Still a bit of time left before the fan meeting...’

“This is just a personal question... but do you watch my stream often?”

“Oh, yes! I’ve even donated before!”

“Really? That makes you a pretty great viewer.”

Since it was the last interview and we had time, I asked a few extra things.

As a streamer, I was genuinely curious about what the viewers thought.

“What do you like about my stream?”

“Um... it’s light and fun. I like the back-and-forth banter—it’s fun without crossing the line.”

Seemed like a pretty passionate viewer.

That was exactly the kind of stream vibe I aimed for.

“Could you... maybe tell me your username?”

“Uh, um... th-that’s...”

“Keh keh keh... Afraid I’ll dig up your old chat history or something?”

“I didn’t say anything weird...! It’s just a little embarrassing...”

“I’m joking. Are you joining the fan meeting later?”

“Yes!”

“Great. Then I’ll see you there.”

She hesitated a bit and finally asked, timidly:

“Um, excuse me... Is the manager here too, by any chance?”

Why’s she suddenly asking about that?

Now that ‘FeetOfTheHeroLicker’ had become the CEO of the foundation, she’d eventually meet him someday.

But as for ‘OverflowingDivinePowerPouch’ or ‘SaintessFeetLicker’... who knew.

Not like I planned to treat “famous viewers” any differently.

“Well... I did make one of them the CEO of the foundation, so I guess you’ll meet him eventually... but the others? I’m not really sure.”

“Oh, I know too... you mean ‘SaintessFeetLicker,’ right?”

She glanced over at Lyla and mumbled.

Well, yeah—kinda hard to say that username out loud in public.

“Yeah, if I ever meet him, I’m seriously gonna punch him in the face.”

“W-What!?”

“Puhuhu... Just kidding.”

“Ahh... right...”

And with that, the last interview finally ended, and we took a breather.

“Lyla, what did you think of the last one?”

“They seemed like a good person... but it felt like they were hiding something.”

“Hiding something...”

“Not in a bad way... more like... they’re hiding it because it’d be embarrassing if anyone found out?”

“Puhuhu... probably spammed a lot of weird chat messages.”

We chatted a bit as we started rough-drafting the list of successful applicants.

The rest would be discussed in detail at Attorney Kim Taehyun’s office.

“How’s everything coming along now?”

“Oh, they said the finger food, alcohol, and drinks are all set up already.”

“Let’s go. Time to meet these degenerates in person.”

We headed to the auditorium to see my wonderfully shameless viewers.

****

As we opened the auditorium doors and walked in, dozens of eyes landed on us.

Multiple drones hovered behind me and Lyla.

Inside the large auditorium, round tables were set up in rows.

“So nice to see you all~”

Lyla smiled sweetly and waved, and the viewers cheered.

Meanwhile, the more introverted viewers showed off their “toxic energy” through the chat.

“Wow! You’re so pretty, unnie!!!”

“Noona, you’re gorgeous!!!”

“Damn, she’s actually insane-looking...”

“Ahem...”

I cleared my throat dramatically and stepped up in front of Lyla.

Finally, the viewers started laughing and responding.

“Hyung! You look cool!”

“What’s your workout routine?”

“Boo! Sit down!!”

“Saintess, don’t block the view!!!”

“...”

[This dude’s an actual loser lmao]

[Wait, I thought everyone here would look like me. Why are they all weirdly good-looking, tf]

[I thought we were comrades... this betrayal hurts, man...]

We went with the most basic fan meeting format: a Q&A.

Why do you stream despite being S-rank? Are you two a couple? What do you do during downtime?

Simple, safe questions came up one after another.

Someone also asked why we scheduled the interviews and the fan meeting on the same day.

“Because it’s more convenient to do it all at once.”

[This mf fr lmao, never changes]

[Why didn’t anyone at the fan meeting question that?]

[Because if you complain in person, your ankles will get shattered on the spot lol]

[Aha!]

“By the way, I saw the gifts you guys sent—there were so many, right?”

“Hyung!!! I put a gift in there too!!!”

That sudden shout made everyone burst into laughter.

“Thanks. I’ll make good use of—”

Right then, a massive donation popped up from a familiar old name.

[SaintessFeetLicker has donated 500,000 watts!]

– Seeing you in person, «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» you look even more like a damn loser lmao

“...?”

If you watched my streams regularly, you’d recognize that infamous viewer name.

At the donation message, people in the room started glancing around.

“Are you actually here right now?”

[SaintessFeetLicker: ...]

I opened a private message window, but nothing came up.

I was hoping if he responded in chat, I could spot whoever started fiddling with their phone at this exact moment...

“If I catch you, you’re seriously dead...”

I ignored the chat and moved on to show the giveaway prizes we’d prepared for the viewers.

“You guys remember from last time, right?”

I held up the high-end graphics card I got at the Pa-Ji-Jik year-end party.

We’d also prepared high-spec PCs, mechanical keyboards, mice—lots of prizes.

Different in value, but enough for everyone to go home with at least something.

[SaintessFeetLicker has donated 100,000 watts!]

– lmaoooooo imagining this guy nervously getting stuff ready is so damn cute

“...”

[ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ You're seriously gonna get wrecked if you get caught]

[Isn't this dude just shitposting from his bedroom?]

[No no, he even posted proof on the forum that he got picked for the fan meeting lol]

[If he posted proof, that means he’s really one of us here, fuck]

[SaintessFeetLicker has donated 50,000 watts!]

– Watching you look around nervously makes me wanna bite your cheek lmaooo

You little shit. I’m definitely catching you.

I stepped off the stage and weaved through the tables where the viewers were sitting.

“All right, who here thinks they’ve spotted ‘SaintessFeetLicker’ or suspects someone?”

[LOL time to go!!!]

[Let's catch this little shitstirrer lol]

[If you’re SaintessFeetLicker and your balls are trembling right now, massive respect lol]

[SaintessFeetLicker: I’m good~]

“Hey, is it you?”

“C’mon, hyung. I’ve never even donated once~”

“...You should donate sometime.”

I weaved through the round tables.

No one stood out.

‘Huh...?’

That soldier’s gut instinct honed through mercenary work, war, and expeditions—

It tingled the moment I passed by a table.

The instinct that had saved my life dozens of times flared up.

“Hmm?”

I turned back and looked at the table I’d just passed.

It was just a group of normal viewers.

Among them sat the woman who was the last interviewee earlier.

‘Is it just because she’s fresh in my memory from the interview...?’

The instinct had definitely tingled hard...

Maybe now that I was off the battlefield and back on Earth, it had dulled a lot.

“Ah, fuck... who is it?”

[ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ]

[Dodging even an S-Rank’s eyes is a talent lol]

[I seriously want this guy caught already]

[SaintessFeetLicker has donated 50,000 watts!]

– I’ll give you a million won if you find me lol

[Bro’s literally risking his life to donate lol]

[What the hell are you gonna do if you actually get caught?]

[SaintessFeetLicker: If I get caught, I’ll just kill myself~]

“You’re seriously...”

If that bastard actually applied for the interview...

And if he really made it through and got hired into the foundation...

And if his identity eventually got exposed...

“Your cause of death’s gonna be ‘death from overwork.’”

I gave that deadly warning, then climbed back onto the stage.

We took volunteer signups for talent shows and handed out prizes through giveaways.

“How does it feel to win the most expensive graphics card here?”

“Um... I’m excited thinking about running higher-end games now!”

“I’m glad there’s someone among our viewers who actually has that vibe.”

Maybe embarrassed by my comment, she lowered her head.

The viewer who won the graphics card was the woman who had been the final interviewee.

‘Why does she keep catching my attention...’

I already had Lyla—an incomparable girlfriend.

It wasn’t anything gross or trashy like romantic interest.

It was just... she had a familiar scent, somehow, even though it was my first time meeting her.

“Anyway, thanks to everyone for coming such a long way!”

****

The fan meeting wrapped up successfully, and the three of us gathered again.

“We’ve pretty much narrowed it down.”

“Looks like we were all thinking of the same people.”

We passed around the files we’d written down to cross-check.

“Should we start contacting them now?”

“Yes, let’s do that.”

The actual charity work would begin properly once they joined.

But before that, there was a more important event coming up.

“Then let’s postpone the new employee orientation for now.”

“We’ll schedule it after we get back from the World Hunter Association.”