I Want to Be a VTuber

“...Mmm.”

With her fingers held up in a V, Seoyeon snapped a quick photo as that thought crossed her mind.

She caught a pickpocket, the police came.

They said something to Seoyeon, but of course she had no idea what it meant.

All she could really say was something like, “I'm a Korean actress.”

Well, it seemed like they sort of got what she meant just from that, but their expression was still doubtful.

She’d started to think she was getting more recognized back in Korea, but obviously that didn’t apply overseas.

When the police tried to ask her something more detailed—

『Come over here, please.』

A girl who spoke in French stepped in to speak on Seoyeon’s behalf.

She was the one Seoyeon had just helped by saving her bag from the pickpocket, and now she was the one who called the police for her.

At first, the officers seemed indifferent, but as the girl continued speaking, their bodies started to tremble.

‘Is she really that famous?’

The more the girl talked, the paler the officers' faces became.

No—pale wasn’t even the word anymore. They looked blue.

Their reaction was far too dramatic for someone who was just a celebrity.

And when the whole conversation wrapped up—

“Tell them I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“Oh, right. Please let them know she says it’s okay.”

“Okay.”

The girl relayed Seoyeon’s words in her own way.

The police, still pale in the face, bowed their heads repeatedly and apologized again.

‘I mean, I didn’t even do anything.’

Their behavior was a little excessive, but that was about it.

Maybe they were just asking to see her passport or something like that.

“Let’s take a picture too.”

“A picture?”

“Yes.”

At her words, the girl took a photo with the police.

She suddenly suggested it to them, and they nodded along as one of the officers took a quick shot with a click.

From what Seoyeon could gather from the English words floating around, it seemed like a commemorative photo for catching a pickpocket or something like that.

That was the situation just now.

‘When the police listen to that girl talk, they kind of come off as a bit slow.’

Not saying the officers were dumb or anything.

But the way they acted and looked when the girl was talking... it just gave off that vibe.

‘Anyway, what now?’

Lowering her hand from the V-pose, Seoyeon finally realized—

Oh. I’m lost.

“Lost?”

“I lost my group.”

Seoyeon wasn’t sure how good the girl’s Korean really was.

But judging by how they were communicating, it seemed like she was incredibly fluent.

When she asked about it—

“I like Korean dramas.”

“Really?”

“I don’t work. I have time, so.”

The girl said this without much change in expression.

She almost felt like... someone similar to Seoyeon herself.

Her features were gentle, but her actions oddly bold.

She was wearing a mask, so it was hard to read her face, but you could tell she didn’t move her facial muscles much.

It felt more like something learned than natural.

As if she’d been taught that she had to act that way.

“Anyway, I need to find my group, so I’ll get going. Watch out for pickpockets.”

Seoyeon turned around after saying that.

She didn’t know exactly where they were, but if she walked around inside this palace, she’d probably run into them eventually.

It wasn’t like the school only brought one or two students.

Worst case, she could just wait at the entrance.

But just as she was about to leave, the girl grabbed her sleeve.

Seoyeon turned back with a puzzled look.

“If you don’t mind...”

For some reason, the girl seemed interested in Seoyeon.

She was about to say something while holding onto her sleeve—

“Seoyeon!”

Gil Dahyeon came running up to her, panting.

Their homeroom teacher, Cha Yeonghee, was with her too.

“I heard something about a pickpocket, so I brought the teacher just in case!”

She must’ve sprinted with everything she had—Dahyeon’s face was drenched in sweat.

Seoyeon felt honestly touched by that.

She never expected anyone to go this far to look for her!

Bringing the teacher along was probably in case something serious had happened—like having a guardian present.

Truly, the model class president!

“It’s okay. I already caught the pickpocket and turned them in to the police.”

“...Wait, hold on. You actually chased after the pickpocket?”

“They were trying to cut open Yeongmi’s bag with this knife.”

“Knife? That’s more like a metal shard.”

“Well, I broke it, so that’s probably why.”

Dahyeon froze at Seoyeon’s calm explanation, unsure how to respond.

Seoyeon spoke like she didn’t get what the big deal was, which made Dahyeon think maybe she was the one in the wrong for asking.

‘Wait—breaking a knife is just normal now?’

Her sense of reality felt like it was being challenged.

A knife is a weapon, isn’t it?

If someone had a weapon like that, shouldn't you run instead of catching them?

If people like Seoyeon are out here snapping knives and catching crooks like it's nothing, how can pickpockets even survive?

“Uh, r-right. But you’re not hurt, are you?”

“Nope.”

“The police?”

“Already gone. But how’d you find me?”

“You stand out, so I just asked people around.”

People around?

Seoyeon looked at Dahyeon, puzzled.

This was a tourist spot, so obviously most people here were foreigners.

There were a few Koreans around, but not many.

So how did she manage to find her by asking around?

Did the teacher help?

Maybe sensing her confusion—

“Mostly I just used English. I can speak a little French too.”

“Oh, I see.”

Wait, class president can speak French too?

Isn’t that... a little too impressive?

Later on, Seoyeon would find out that Dahyeon really liked learning foreign languages and could speak nearly five of them.

She claimed she only knew the basics of each, but to Seoyeon, it was basically alien-level stuff.

“Oh, by the way, who’s this?”

“The pickpocket tried to steal her bag while running away...”

Seoyeon briefly explained what had happened.

How she ended up helping the girl and why they were together.

“A photo? Was it okay to take one?”

“It’s not like I could say no.”

“True.”

If it’s the police asking to take a photo, who’s really going to say no?

It seemed like it was at the girl’s request, but Seoyeon didn’t really know the details.

After wrapping up her talk with Dahyeon, she looked over to Cha Yeonghee.

“U-Um, you’re really okay?”

“Yes.”

For some reason, the teacher looked dazed as she talked to the girl.

And when Seoyeon looked her way, the girl—who had briefly lowered her mask—slowly pulled it back up.

‘Why bother hiding now?’

She’d already seen her face.

Well, just a glimpse—so it’s not like she remembered it clearly.

Honestly, Seoyeon didn’t know much about foreign celebrities anyway, so even if she stared, she wouldn’t recognize them.

“W-Well, shall we get going? I’m just glad nothing happened.”

“Yeah. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Right. You have to tell the teacher next time, okay?”

At Cha Yeonghee’s oddly stiff warning, Seoyeon nodded obediently.

Sure, she knew she wasn’t really in danger, but that didn’t mean others felt the same.

Honestly, she’d just been worried about getting lost.

But everyone else was probably imagining something much worse.

If anything had happened to her here, it would’ve messed up the whole school trip.

“By the way.”

As she walked alongside the teacher, Seoyeon pointed subtly behind them.

“Is she... coming with us too?”

“...Yeah.”

At Seoyeon’s words, Cha Yeonghee nodded.

Why?

Seoyeon turned to look at Dahyeon, that question written all over her face.

“I’m not really sure either? Maybe she’s lost too?”

“Ah.”

Lost... yeah, that could be.

Was there some kind of lost-child announcement system in Versailles or something?

‘...For someone supposedly lost, she really looks like she comes from money.’

Wearing a luxury-brand bag over her shoulder like it was nothing—she looked incredibly well-off.

Almost like Jo Sehee, the daughter of a chaebol.

There was a kind of refinement to her. Something that came through in the tiniest gestures.

‘Come to think of it, I never asked her name.’

The thought crossed her mind for a moment, but Seoyeon shook her head.

They were going to part ways soon anyway—what was the point of asking?

But Seoyeon’s assumption—

Was overturned when the girl got on the sightseeing bus with them.

And when she ended up heading to the same lodging with them, Seoyeon couldn’t help but have a giant question mark floating over her head.

‘...Why?’

Just how far was she planning to follow them?

****

“She’s a princess.”

Yeonhwa High’s Cha Yeonghee felt her soul leave her body.

And really—who could blame her?

She’d rushed over when she ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) heard Seoyeon had disappeared, only to find a woman in sunglasses and a mask standing next to her.

That in itself hadn’t seemed strange.

When she heard what had happened to Seoyeon, her first thought was simply, “That must’ve been dangerous.”

If the police had said anything before she got there, Seoyeon could’ve ended up in a really tough spot.

While Seoyeon was talking with Dahyeon, the golden-haired girl had slipped over and quietly said something to Cha Yeonghee.

“Is it okay if I... come with, you?”

“Sorry?”

She didn’t understand at first.

But then—

“I’m a bit interested.”

The girl pointed at Seoyeon.

Ah—was she someone who recognized Seoyeon as a Korean celebrity?

‘Wow... Our Seoyeon’s reached the level where even foreigners recognize her!’

It had only been a little over a month since Seoyeon joined her homeroom class.

Things were still a bit awkward, but to Cha Yeonghee, Seoyeon was unmistakably her student now.

She’d always seen her on TV as an actress, so there was already a strong sense of internal closeness.

It felt like her own daughter was being praised—she couldn’t help but smile proudly.

Of course, even with that... letting someone tag along was definitely not allowed.

“We’re here on a school trip from Korea, so I’m afraid something like that isn’t possible.”

She had turned her down like that—but the girl slowly lowered her mask and gave a faint, cryptic smile.

“I’m Marie Mountbatten Windsor.”

“...Pardon?”

“I’m the only princess of the current British royal family.”

Princess.

For a moment, Cha Yeonghee’s mind was ejected into outer space.

Stars and planets floated through her head as she tried to make sense of what she’d just heard.

No way. That can’t be real. If I Google it, this has to be some kind of fake—wait, the face matches exactly?

“Seoyeon and I are both ambassadors for Biol. We’re both attending the event.”

“W-Why were you alone?”

Cha Yeonghee couldn’t form proper sentences.

She knew she was being rude, but somehow her vocabulary just collapsed.

“I don’t like bodyguards. I wanted to see France.”

“But that’s dangerous.”

“It’s fine. I can protect myself. The pickpocket—caught me off guard.”

“Still...”

What kind of reckless princess was this?

‘Wait—can I even let her go off on her own?’

If something happened after they just let her wander off, wouldn’t that make it their fault?

“Seoyeon has to attend the event. So do I.”

So... isn’t it fine if we go together?

That’s what Marie seemed to be saying.

And before she knew it, things had ended up like this.

“You can’t just bring her with us!”

“What was I supposed to do, leave her there?”

“Well, yes, obviously!”

“Then why don’t you go tell her that, Mr. Jang?”

When Cha Yeonghee snapped, the teacher referred to as Mr. Jang fell silent.

That day’s schedule had them visit the Palace of Versailles, then head to their lodging and unpack for free time.

But they weren’t allowed to go out after that.

Unlike Korea, France could be dangerous at night.

“Who are we even supposed to contact? The French police? Does the British royal family have a phone number?”

“I wouldn’t know that either.”

“S-So where is this British princess right now?”

“Well...”

Cha Yeonghee pressed her temples, like her head was about to explode.

“She’s in the same room as Seoyeon.”

“...Seoyeon must really be interested in her, huh?”

“Yeah. I think that part was genuine...”

She said she liked Korean dramas.

That’s what Marie had told them.

If you just heard that, it sounded like a phrase tailor-made to trigger national pride.

But it was a little too vague to believe 100%.

She could speak Korean, so obviously she had some interest in Korea, but...

“I don’t know. Let’s just keep an eye on her for now.”

The teachers sighed, saying that.

They just hoped nothing else would happen.

But then—

“Teacher, that girl who came with us—Seoyeon hit her with a pillow and knocked her out.”

“...What?”

The teachers nearly fainted right then and there.

Of course, Princess Marie got right back up and didn’t say anything, so they were relieved pretty quickly.

And so, the next morning—

[Korean Actress From Abroad Takes Down Pickpocket Who Attacked British Princess!]

On the second day of Seoyeon’s school trip—

Park Jungwoo, who had just arrived in France, stared blankly at the headline splashed across the French newspaper.

“...What the hell happened?”

Because seriously—

What the hell even was this?