The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 57: We’re Not Newlyweds, But We’re on a Honeymoon

“A new rank?”

“Yes. A rank made solely for you—something no one else has.”

Wasn’t that way too sudden of a decision?

Even if he’s the president of the Association, this kind of thing...

“It’s already undergoing internal review.”

“Hm... will the current S-Rank Hunters accept it?”

“They won’t have a choice.”

He smiled with satisfaction and started explaining this and that.

“The current Hunters have stagnated.”

“?”

“I want you to stand above them—to provoke their pride.”

Then he asked me to attend an upcoming international gathering for Hunters to socialize.

“A friendly match?”

“Of course, since a new rank would be created, you wouldn’t be able to participate as a competitor... but I’ll try to make it so you can join in as a sort of special exhibition.”

His proposal clearly wasn’t just about socializing.

He said not just Hunters, but companies that create related Artifacts and corporations that use Hunters for advertising would all be attending.

“Sounds good. I’ll reach out sometime.”

I reached out my hand for a handshake.

He gripped it firmly, clearly satisfied.

“This was a truly productive conversation.”

As he stood up, he said he’d explain more details at the event itself.

He also mentioned this news would be briefly released to the media.

“Oh, and one more thing...”

Before leaving the room, he looked at Lyla and me.

He gave a warm, uncle-like smile.

“If the two of you get married... please make sure to send me an invite.”

“...”

And with that, he walked out.

Max, who’d been listening the whole time, finally spoke.

“What do you think?”

Just as I was about to say something, Lyla spoke first.

“He’s a good person. Truly someone who puts humanity first...”

Lyla’s ability to judge people had deemed him a good person.

“If someone were ever in danger, he’s the type who’d walk into fire to save them.”

The Association President I had judged—

The one Lyla had judged—

When those two evaluations came together, my opinion of him went up.

“Hehe, enough of the serious talk—how about we enjoy ourselves now?”

“Sounds good.”

We wandered around, did some boat fishing, enjoyed a BBQ, took in a concert.

And everywhere we went, we shook hands with countless people.

“Handshake montage...”

The day ended with a fireworks show over the deck.

****

“Hun, make sure you come again sometime.”

“Thanks, I had a great time.”

They followed us all the way to the airport to see us off to Cancun.

Before boarding, Lyla leaned in and whispered something to Emilia.

“Miss Emilia, let’s grab a drink sometime and... you know, right?”

“Y-Yes...! I’ll try!”

“Hehe...”

We boarded the private jet Max lent us.

The pilot said we’d arrive in Cancun in two hours.

“Lyla, what’d you say to her?”

“Just that... it seemed like Miss Emilia had a crush, so I gave her some advice.”

I nodded.

Still, Max really was kind of dense.

He should’ve just confessed boldly like I did.

“...”

Lyla stared at me as I said that—

With a look that screamed, Are you serious right now?

“Tsk, Max really is clueless.”

“You have no right to say that, Hero...”

****

Two hours later, we arrived in Mexico.

We unpacked at our hotel and headed out to the terrace to start the stream.

[ zlSuperStrongHero : Honeymoon destination ]

[wtf did this mf just say]

[yo kid change the title...]

“Cancun is famous as a honeymoon spot, after all.”

[ugh... true but still annoying af]

[where’s the Saintess?]

[get this golden punk outta the way—show us the Saintess!!!!]

Just then, Lyla peeked into frame beside me, her face filling the screen.

“Hehe, hello everyone~”

[Kyaaaa~]

[Unnie you're sooo pretty!!!]

[Unnie (boing)]

Well obviously.

I found myself nodding without thinking at the compliments flooding in for Lyla.

“We just arrived at the hotel. We’ll probably head out to look around soon.”

[yo where’s the beach]

[SAINTESS NUNA IN A BIKINI WHENNNNNN]

“Hm... it’s already kind of late for swimming. We’ll go tomorrow.”

[true true]

[swimming when the sun’s down just gets you sick T_T]

[yeah water play hits best when it’s hot fr]

These sweetwater bastards.

When I talk, they’re ready to throw hands, but when Lyla talks, they turn into baby lambs.

Two-faced pieces of shit...

Lyla walked over to me holding the camera, smiling softly.

Then, like it was no big deal, she dropped a line that completely floored the audience and headed into the room.

“I’ll go change into something else~”

— shuff... shuffle...

Chat nearly stopped.

It was like everyone collectively held their breath.

— click...

The door opened, and I instantly covered the lens.

Lyla’s outfit reveals are for my eyes first.

Sure enough, the moment I blocked the lens, the whole stream caught fire.

[YOU MOTHERFUCKERRRRRR!!!!!!!! WHY DO YOU GET TO SEE FIRST!!!]

[MOVE YOUR FUCKIN HAND BRO]

[SaintessFootTowel has donated 30,000 watts!]

— Get your fucking hand OFF!!!!!!!!!!

“Oh my, why are you covering the lens?”

“Just... wanted to see you first...”

As I muttered my shy little jealousy, Lyla stepped closer and kissed me gently on the lips.

Of course, with the lens still covered, the viewers couldn’t see a thing.

“Whew... I’ll show you guys Lyla now, but don’t freak out.”

[Jesus Christ dude, calm the hell down]

[we know the Saintess is hot, you dumbass]

[we’ve all been vaccinated at this point lmao]

“...”

A pure white dress.

And nothing else.

And yet, just that alone made her shine.

“How do I look?”

[She’s seriously fucking gorgeous... All those “pretty” comments weren’t a lie]

[Any chance we can get a Saintess Lookbook as merch?]

Someone else owning photos of my girlfriend?

Yeah, fuck no.

“Y-you look... really pretty...”

No matter how many times I saw her in a new outfit, I just couldn’t get used to it.

Snapping back to my senses, I reached below the stream overlay and firmly held Lyla’s hand.

[Alright let’s goooo]

[gogogogogo]

[btw why no drone this time?]

“Uh... I just thought using a drone in a tourist area might be a bit much.”

[True I guess]

[But raw travel streams like this hit different lol]

[You did bring the drone though, right?]

“Oh, yeah. Just in case.”

[OverflowingDivinePowerPouch has donated 10,000 watts!]

– Enough talking—get outside already

****

We went down to the hotel lobby.

It was pricey, and being a popular tourist spot, I kept hearing Korean here and there.

“Wow... yeah, there really are a lot of honeymooners.”

We got into a taxi called by the hotel and headed to a tourist site.

Chichen Itza—the Mexican pyramid.

There was a walking path nearby that looked refreshing just to look at.

“Hero, this is amazing!”

“...”

As we walked the path, Lyla kept letting out little gasps of wonder.

But instead of the scenery, I could only focus on Lyla herself.

“Hero! Hurry up!”

She held her hat to keep it from flying off in the breeze...

And she was just beautiful.

No flowery words were needed. Just—beautiful.

“What are you spacing out for?”

[Wow... just wow...]

[This is healing AF]

[Been watching nothing but dopamine-fueled streams, and now this just hits diff...]

Then, at a natural pool formed by the Earth itself—

At a spot that looked like vines were dropping straight from the sky—we dipped our feet in and relaxed.

“Lyla, should we head back soon?”

The sun was slowly setting.

We returned to the city and headed to a restaurant Lyla had found online.

Had a sweet little dinner together, then stopped by a cocktail bar before heading back to the hotel.

“Hey, are you from around here?”

“Hm?”

We looked toward the voice and saw a heavily tattooed Western guy holding a glass and looking our way.

“Nope, we’re from Korea.”

“Oh, got it. On your honeymoon?”

“Something like that.”

A bit drunk, he started chatting away.

“I thought you were a football player at first.”

He chuckled while eyeing my broad build and tanned skin.

Then he told us he had a wife and a five-year-old son.

Despite his rough exterior, he was surprisingly earnest.

“Friend, even if Cancun’s a tourist hotspot and pretty safe, you still gotta be careful. Walking around with your phone out like that could get you robbed.”

Chatting with him made me feel good.

Was it because of the kindness from a local?

“Hope you make some good memories here.”

We said our goodbyes and left the bar.

And on our way out, we paid for his drinks.

It wasn’t much for us anyway.

****

Song Hun and Lyla returned to the hotel, showered, and were now relaxing.

Song Hun was checking his phone, chatting with viewers.

“I think we’ll hit the beach tomorrow. See you all then.”

[bye bye]

[hero out]

[already hyped]

While Song Hun was wrapping up the stream, Lyla stood silently in the bathroom, staring at a small device.

“Hmph... just one line.”

It had been two weeks, but she still hadn’t gotten pregnant.

Even so, Lyla didn’t care at all.

She smiled gently, stepped out of the bathroom, and cuddled up beside Song Hun, who was lounging in bed.

“Hero... I think our baby is a little shy. Still hasn’t shown up yet...”

“Lyla...”

“Yes?”

“I kind of hope... we take our time having our child...”

In that instant, it was like Lyla got hit in the head with a hammer—her eyes lost focus and she just went blank.