Chapter 586

“Dear brothers and sisters, today we have gathered in St. Peter’s Square to commemorate a special moment. This young person beside us is someone who has brought hope and healing light to humanity.”

The reason for the Pope’s speech was indeed necessary.

The Pope is recognized as a spiritual leader and moral authority to 1.5 billion Catholics around the world.

In my past life, I had underestimated the power of religion.

Going against human belief is a million times harder than reversing a river’s flow.

Then, one can only be integrated within faith.

“Those afflicted with paralysis, the blind, the woman with the issue of blood. Jesus healed countless sick people with love and mercy. Miss NoName’s Drimming Mode is another form of practicing God’s love through the tools of science and magic.”

The Pope’s speech was being broadcast live through a massive hologram.

People went wild with each of his words.

“We should all emulate the courage and dedication shown by Miss Name. Do not be afraid. We must cast aside fear, pay attention to ensure that new technology is used for good and ethical purposes, and through it, create a better world. Miss NoName, I hope you can spread hope and healing to more people through the magic, akin to God’s grace.”

“I’m glad to be of help. May God’s grace always be with you. Thank you.”

The old Pope turned his head and gave a warm smile.

It feels strange to be able to have such a peaceful one-on-one with a Pope in my life.

The Pope later expressed concerns about the geopolitical situation in the world, mentioning issues of hunger, resource exploitation, and migrants.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

After the speech, I wrapped up my duties at the Vatican with boring commemorative photos and handshakes.

Now it was time to leave the Vatican and catch a train to Milan.

“Let’s go quickly.”

“Why?”

“Just… I get dizzy when there are too many people.”

I was honestly a little scared that with one word from the Pope, people’s heads might explode.

That would rank in the top three most disgusting scenes I’ve ever witnessed in my life.

The Hyperloop train had a peculiar structure where seats were arranged in each compartment.

I turned on the broadcast that had been paused earlier and soon met the increased viewers again.

[NoName]

[Just Chatting – Review of Meeting the Pope]

[Broadcast Time – 2:26:19]

[Viewer Count – 324,851]

“How about me? Didn’t I become a bit more sacred? So this is what it feels like to receive a buff from 1.5 billion people.”

-HolyName edition?

-Religion = buff is the standard rule, haha.

-Is the Pope a fan of Name? The whole world is name-name crazy.

-Not filing a patent for human genetic material ← Name is GOAT just for this!

-Supporting Angel Name!

-Great Angel!

-Our Pope, who had been rumored to have health issues, looks healthier lately; is this also thanks to the Dream Capsule?

I shared my experiences at the Vatican in a rambling manner.

“Sis, you bit the commemorative medal earlier. I was really laughing inside at that, hehehe.”

“No, I couldn’t help it… just, it felt like if it was gold, I had to bite it, right?”

[‘Nick3997’ donated 20,000 won!]

-I hear that Christianity strictly prohibits human cloning, what does the Pope think about Adella?

“Saetbyeoni? Cloning? Who have I cloned? Saetbyeoni is like a child born from my heart, or rather, magic. Are you implying that all 3 billion mothers in the world are unethical?”

“Ughk…! I was a baby?!”

-Crazy, hahahaha.

-It’s true that Adella was born from magic, haha.

-Don’t make Name a mom type! That’s too much!

-The baby is growing quite quickly, ^^.

-Invincible logic, haha.

[‘SilviaHern’ donated 1,392,000 won!]

-May God’s blessings be upon you 😊😊😊, I really appreciate NoName’s spiritual aspect 😊😊😊.

A series of hefty donations related to religion followed.

Some people willingly threw in hundreds of thousands or even millions of won without even putting a donation message.

It was a situation anyone could be tempted by, but I firmly drew the line.

“Today’s Pope was truly someone who deserves immense respect, and I sincerely thank all Catholic followers for their warm welcome. However, it would be excessive greed for me, who is not even a Catholic, to receive such donations. The total amount received until this moment will be donated to the Pope Foundation. Since the chatroom is a public space with diverse individuals, I would appreciate it if you could refrain from mentioning religion after this point.”

It is a fundamental quality for a streamer to cleanly cut off political and religious debates.

But perhaps due to the Pope’s overwhelming power,

There were people who kept trying to pull controversial topics to the surface.

When the inside is in chaos, attack the outside.

It was time to use the ancient strategy that has been with human history.

‘What’s something that would attract immense controversy… Ah, there was that!’

The most unexpected event of the 28th National Exchange Competition.

“Giselle Fischer vs Monica Ricci” Match 113 Highlights

“I’m actually going to see Lady Monica Ricci today. After all, I’m the national exchange competition champion, am I not? Might as well review a bit.”

“You’re smiling wickedly, sis.”

“Oops.”

Well, I hardly have many Italian viewers in my room.

At most, around 100 can easily be suppressed by the managers.

-Kraaaaak! To an Italian, this is poison! Please have mercy!

-Laughing out loud, haha!

-What are you going to do if they are watching the broadcast? Haha!

-Yes, Name is the boss~ What can they do while watching?

-Haha, wasn’t that match exploding in Argentina and Italy at the same time?

-Yeah, Italian Doomsday.

-After winning the Euros, they got way too cocky; ended up in the Round of 16, haha.

-I’m French, and if this is played, I acknowledge Name as Joan of Arc.

-I’m British, and if this is played, I acknowledge Name as King Arthur.

[Play]

With one video sustaining 300,000 people, isn’t that more efficient than the miracle of the loaves and fishes?

“Om nom nom.”

I popped the crab stick I had brought as a snack into my mouth and chewed.

***

“Ahhhh! Crazy, crazy, crazy! NoName, why would you air that live!”

The youngest daughter of the illustrious Ricci family, Monica Ricci, covered her head with a pillow and thrashed about on her bed.

Her mane-like, luscious blonde hair got in a tangle, causing the stylist to grab the back of her neck.

But Monica had no leisure to take care of her own body.

“No, no, that’s a lie! Please stop!”

Monica faced her own dark history that leaked through her fingers.

[Die.]

[Giselle Fischer! Giselle Fischer will never stop this time!]

[Defeated the European champion Italy! Brought Monica Ricci to her knees!]

Since being eliminated by Giselle Fischer, she had spent countless days plagued by nightmares.

Monica Ricci, whose only flaw was having slightly more hair than others.

The national exchange competition had delivered a massive scratch on her otherwise perfect life.

‘Everyone forgets that I was the one who led them to win the Euros…?’

She bit her nails. Her bloodshot eyes gleamed red.

After the match, Monica Ricci was always accompanied by the label “arrogant.”

Of course, even if she replayed the scenes herself, she could find many opportunities to secure victory.

‘But that was merely to conserve stamina. I never expected Giselle Fischer to have such strong persistence!’

She couldn’t treat every match as she would against Nathan Chen.

Ever since she had fallen from what she thought was an excellent stamina potion.

Monica was unable to emerge from her long slump.

Her family continued to pressure her to retire from magical dueling and focus on business classes.

While she would have usually skipped family events under the pretense of training,

Duke Ricci ordered Monica to attend without exception.

[NoName, if that child brings up anything, you must agree with him. My father always emphasized that there are exactly three times in life when you need to bow your head. Now is that time.]

Since NoName had released the Dreamstone, half of the Ricci family’s fortune had evaporated.

“Funny thing. What’s that little thing even for…? Well, what’s right does seem right…”

Having regained her senses, Monica quickly acknowledged.

If she fell out of favor with her father, they might even ban her from magical dueling forever.

Wiping the unpleasant look from her face, she wobbled and sat up.

“Sorry, I suddenly had a fever and rolled around in my cool blanket to cool down. Can you redo my hair?”

Monica handed a 500-euro bill as a tip to the stylist.

She bit her lip and promised herself.

As the heiress of the Ricci family, she would never easily give up her hair.

***

The dinner banquet hosted by the Ricci family.

It was no coincidence that Monica was seated next to NoName.

Given that she had participated in the national exchange competition in the same year, it likely intended to foster a friendly atmosphere.

“Hello, I’m Monica Ricci. We met last summer; do you remember me, NoName?”

“Of course I remember you, Lady Ricci.”

“You can just call me Monica.”

“I happened to think of Monica while on my way here; I was just watching a great match. You always seem to have incredible casting skills.”

Monica nearly slammed her hands on the table out of frustration at that moment.

That match was a nightmare for her, not a great match.

‘Go ahead and give me any advice. I’ll refute everything from start to finish.’

With sharp thorns inside, Monica couldn’t conceal her anger.

But NoName was not the type to miss that.

“By the way, your hair is really beautiful, Monica.”

“What?”

“You must be using some amazing treatment. How is it that the ends of your hair are not split at all? I’m really sorry, but may I touch it?”

“Oh, uh, yeah…!”

Monica nodded absentmindedly.

NoName was curiously playing with Monica’s hair with gentle hands.

What on earth was this about? She had no idea at all.

“Chef, is there aglio e olio pasta on today’s menu?”

“It’s planned to be a side dish; would you like me to prepare it separately for the two of you?”

“One lightly seasoned aglio e olio pasta, and if you have salami slices, please prepare those as well. Monica and I love to wrap our pasta in salami, right, Monica?”

“Uh? Me…?”

“You said it was delicious when I made it for you last time.”

“Oh, no…!”

The atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly turned grim.

Those were the kinds of looks that conveyed, ‘Dare you wrap the sacred pasta in salami?’

Monica sent a pleading look to her father, but Duke Ricci shut his eyes tightly.

It was suicide either way.

“J-Just please…”

Monica’s thin voice trembled uncontrollably.