I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made

Chapter 25
How to Distinguish Between Fortune-Telling and Fraud (6)

『 Translator – Divinity 』

I had a dream.

‘…Ah.’

In the dream, she could fly around like a butterfly.

Beyond my body sleeping on the bed, beyond the roof of the house, beyond the people walking on the street.

Freely, without anyone noticing, only she.

‘It’s… beautiful.’

It had already been several years since she came to this sky city with her dad, but she had never been able to freely explore this city.

All she could do was lie in bed and look out the window.

To her, the world beyond the window was all there was to this city.

But now it was different.

‘It’s so beautiful!’

Befitting the name of a sky city, clouds were floating around, and birds were visible.

The roads and buildings were beautifully arranged and clean, without a speck of dirt.

Towering mountains and a refreshing lake welcomed her, and beautiful nature unfolded everywhere.

It was truly a place close to paradise.

‘I can’t… touch it.’

She landed near the lake after flying through the sky and dipped her hand into the water.

But she felt nothing. There were no ripples in the water.

Although she was a little disappointed, her heart was soon filled with excitement at seeing such a beautiful sight.

She flew, and flew, and flew some more.

After taking in the beautiful sights of the city for a while,

‘…Huh?’

A pull.

She felt a strange pull from a beautiful church on the outskirts of the city.

Despite it being a strange feeling she had never felt before, she was flying towards the church before she knew it.

Was it instinct?

Her heart was screaming.

It’s there, it’s right there.

What you’ve been searching for so long is there.

‘Searching… for?’

I don’t have anything like that. What would a girl who spends all day lying in bed be searching for?

With that question in mind, she passed through the church walls.

Beyond the beautiful decorations, beyond the praying people, beyond the priest and the silver-haired girl who were arguing about something.

Down. Down.

There—

“What… should I do?”

“First, we should talk about this nun.”

‘It’s that person.’

—There was someone who came to her every day and comforted her.

Is that person the one I’ve been searching for?

‘…No.’

On the contrary.

From the depths of her heart, there was a resounding voice that refused to accept that person.

Not because of their personality, actions, or appearance. It simply refused to acknowledge their existence itself.

But that person was someone she was grateful for.

Why did she feel such… aversion now?

“What do you think, Saint? What are you going to do with this nun?”

“…I have already erased her memories. To prevent any future trouble… I must kill her.”

‘Kill? Kill her?’

Her eyes widened for a moment.

Kill a person? I felt gratitude towards someone like that?

The walls in her heart crumbled, and she accepted the aversion and hostility she hadn’t acknowledged.

‘He was by my side… to kill me?’

She glared at the mace-wielding man, the one called Saint.

Gratitude turned into betrayal, instantly followed by disgust. And beyond even that, she felt hatred.

That’s when Eileen approached the Saint.

“No, you can’t kill her.”

“…Excuse me? Sister Ruina is a spy sent to me. It’s best to deal with her now.”

“We will use her.”

“Use… her?”

“Yes.”

She turned her head towards the source of the voice.

Short black hair, a red dress shirt and a black suit. A sorrowful smile, and a strangely small pupil in his right eye.

There was blood on his face, and he wiped it away with the white gloves he was wearing.

Strangely, the wiped blood gradually disappeared, and the gloves remained clean.

‘…Ah.’

It’s that person.

Before she could even think about it, before she could even say it,

She understood from the depths of her heart.

That person was the one she had been searching for all along.

Without reason, logic, or evidence.

She just knew it.

‘This is…’

Was this what they called love at first sight?

She had never felt the emotion of love. Because of her illness since childhood, she had been confined to her house until now, almost twenty years old.

That’s why she couldn’t be sure of this feeling, couldn’t comprehend it, but…

Perhaps because of that, she fell deeper into this feeling she felt for the first time.

‘It feels good…’

When she looked at that person, she felt good. When she thought of that person, a smile naturally formed on her face. When she approached that person, her heart felt like it would explode.

A hazy and fluffy feeling she felt for the first time in her life.

She unconsciously approached him and stood by his side.

‘…Good.’

Standing next to him, walking side by side.

He didn’t know her, didn’t notice her, and she couldn’t even touch him, but she was content.

Because just being with him like this made her happy.

As they were walking like that, someone caught her eye.

‘Saint.’

She now knew who he was. No matter how much she was confined to her house, there was no way she wouldn’t know the famous .

But she was simply displeased with the person in front of her, regardless of whether he was a Saint or whatever.

Beyond the misunderstanding that he tried to kill her, beyond him being a murderer trying to kill the nun, beyond the instinctive hostility from the depths of her heart,

‘Why is he in front of us?’

Because it felt like he was blocking her path with that person.

She would forgive him for everything, so couldn’t he just disappear?

Just as she clenched her fists, even though she knew she couldn’t touch him,

“Wait there quietly.”

“Yes, I will.”

‘…Yes.’

All her displeasure washed away at that person’s single word.

She knew. Those words weren’t directed at her, but at that unreliable Saint.

Nevertheless, she obeyed.

Because those were his words.

She stood tall, politely clasped her hands together, and waited.

“Let’s give her false information.”

“False information?”

“Since things have turned out like this, let’s weed out all those who planted her as a spy.”

“But what information should we give her? If they have any sense, they’ll consider the possibility of it being a trap.”

“Saint, didn’t you tell me to leave everything to you?”

‘…Huh? Uh…?’

While she was quietly listening to the pleasant voice and the voice that made her feel disgusted,

She suddenly felt her body moving.

Not by her own will, but as if being sucked somewhere. As if her time was up.

‘Ah, no!’

He told her to wait there, those were his words.

At least, his name—

“Very well… Namgung Min.”

“There is much to be done. Please leave this to me.”

—Namgung Min, Namgung Min, Namgung Min.

Repeating his name over and over again, trying not to forget it, trying to remember it somehow,

She passed through the church, through the sky, entered the roof, and finally reached her bed.

“Namgung… Min.”

She woke from her dream and fell asleep.

***

The Saint walked out, dragging his feet.

He looked utterly exhausted.

‘…He wasn’t a fellow sinner.’

He had misjudged. He had mistaken him for a comrade receiving the same divine punishment.

The Saint muttered as he climbed the stairs and opened the door,

‘He is receiving an even more severe punishment.’

He despises fortune-telling, yet fulfills his duty as a Fortune Teller. He belittles and insults his own job, yet acts more like a Fortune Teller than anyone else.

It was beyond self-contradiction, closer to an illness he wasn’t even aware of.

What kind of past did he have?

What kind of life did he have to live to despise fortune-telling more than anyone, yet understand it better than anyone?

That’s why the Saint accepted Namgung Min’s proposal.

He, who was receiving an even more severe punishment, was perhaps closer to God than anyone else. Because he was receiving the punishment directly from God at the closest distance.

‘God is perfect, so this must also be an arrangement to be followed.’

Ever since he felt the ‘pull’ from the God in the sky on the pilgrimage as a child,

It had become the most important element that made up the human called Saint.

“Goodness! Where did he go…!”

“…?”

The Saint, who had been reflecting on Namgung Min, listened to the voice coming from around the corner.

A voice that sounded very annoyed.

Walking a little further, he encountered a silver-haired girl huffing and puffing.

“Miss Rain Arthur?”

“Ah, Saint. It is an honor to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine. But what brings you here…?”

He hadn’t heard that the daughter of the Arthur family was coming.

Feeling puzzled, the Saint looked at Rain.

She seemed… angry.

“Saint, have you seen that person?”

“That person?”

“The Fortune Teller, Namgung Min! He said he was going to the restroom, but he’s not coming back… He was panting when he was running earlier, and he’s weak, yet he acted strong towards me and ran away…!”

Weak, weak, she says.

“No, he is not weak.”

“E-excuse me?”

“I just had a… confrontation with him.”

It seemed Rain finally noticed the Saint’s appearance.

His usually immaculate robe was tattered and torn, and his body was covered in wounds, with bruises and even a bump on his head.

After staring blankly at his appearance for a moment,

“W-wait a minute. So… you had a confrontation… with Namgung Min?”

“Yes. Shamefully, it was my complete defeat.”

He had rushed in with such a naive mindset, so it was only natural that he lost.

Reflecting on his complacency once again, the Saint lowered his head.

“He is by no means a weak person. Rather… he is far stronger than someone like me.”

“S-stronger than the Saint… a strong person…”

“Yes.”

But at the same time, he felt relieved.

Yes, he had been trying to purify the Church, but wasn’t he trying to do everything alone?

Although the process was rough, he could see a possibility if that skilled Fortune Teller helped him.

The days he spent worrying, wondering if he was a spy, if he was from the Pope’s faction trying to exploit his weakness,

It seemed like he could finally relax a bit.

Because he had a comrade who was receiving a more severe punishment than him, yet was somehow reliable.

“A-a strong person… stronger than the Saint… then of course, stronger than me too…!”

“Um, Miss Rain?”

“I-I have to go get Mr. Namgung Min– no, Namgung Min! This way, right?! I’ll be right back!”

“Ah, yes.”

Her face turned pale, and she ran down the hallway past the Saint.

Eventually, Namgung Min walked out with Sister Ruina, who had lost her memories, and Rain approached them with a strangely servile posture.

── I’m, Namgung Min. You’ve worked hard… uh!

── Not at all, miss. But could you please take this nun with you? It seems like she rolled down the stairs…

── Ah… I apologize. I can’t remember anything… Seeing the blood on her head, it seems like she did roll down the stairs.

── No, no! Of course, I should be the one doing this, not Namgung Min! Namgung Min has worked hard… he must be exhausted, so please rest!

── Ah, thank you.

“…In the end, it didn’t matter whether it was fortune-telling or fraud.”

The Saint rummaged through his pockets and found the crumpled tarot card.

Fortune-telling and fraud. The Saint tried to distinguish between them. He thought about what Namgung Min did that was fortune-telling and what was fraud.

But to Namgung Min, such a distinction was meaningless from the beginning.

To him, who said that fortune-telling was fraud and a Fortune Teller was a fraudster,

The method of distinguishing between fortune-telling and fraud wouldn’t have mattered at all.

“Let’s go.”

The matter with his comrade was settled for now, but there was still much to do.

First among them… he had to go to Charles Teddybear and tell him everything.

The fact that Eileen was a Saintess. And that the Saint had hidden it. And that they could never reveal that she was a Saintess.

And…

“Tell him to… find his own God.”

Could Eileen find the God she felt drawn to in her heart?

The Saint had to walk a pilgrimage of over three years to find it. He had to endure countless hardships to find the God, the Lord, that the Church spoke of.

It would naturally be a harsh path for Eileen, but he had to help her as much as possible.

If they couldn’t find God, the and would suffer endlessly. That was the reason why Eileen was currently suffering in bed.

Because they weren’t solitary jobs, but jobs that required believing in someone.

The Saint resolved to help Eileen with all his might.