I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 137

“Report back.”

“Hey, speak to the Crown Princess.”

“Yes! Under the dictator’s command, all the Shadows have treated the guests, and the guests were satisfied with all the hospitality!”

“How do you know that?”

“…Yes?”

In Crown Princess Kim Eun-ha’s private office.

Kim Eun-ha frowned as she listened to a report from a man sitting across from her, sipping tea with the <Dictator>.

The moment she crossed her legs, clearly displeased, the dictator shot a glance at the man, who was sweating bullets yet remained silent.

“Who was the guest you hosted?”

“Well… he is a close friend of Crown Prince Kim Sung-il and a valued guest…”

“And what is he to our Crown Princess?”

“…!! He is the Crown Princess’s husband! I apologize for daring to consider the feelings of the guest, no, the husband, Your Highness!”

“Alright, I’ll let your rudeness slide this time.”

Fortunately, the man quickly knelt and confessed his mistake, preventing Kim Eun-ha’s mood from worsening.

The man, drenched in cold sweat, squeezed his eyes shut.

He couldn’t dare look at the Crown Princess, given the terrifying presence of the <Desire to Kill> behind her.

A mysterious monster wearing a red crown with glowing red eyes.

With <Desire to Kill> returned, Crown Princess Kim Eun-ha displayed the qualities of a tyrant unlike any other.

“Just change how you refer to him from now on.”

“I’ll order all Shadows to call him not just a guest, but as ‘husband’!”

“You’re quite perceptive. You can certainly be called the top among the Shadows under the dictator.”

“It’s an honor!”

“I hope he hasn’t caught on to our surveillance, has he?”

“That’s…”

The man, who had intended to respond naturally, momentarily froze.

In ordinary circumstances, the logical answer would be that he doesn’t realize he’s being watched. However…

Years spent navigating the underworld had sharpened the man’s instincts.

Remember, this isn’t just a routine report.

The most important thing is to satisfy the Crown Princess’s mood…!

“All Shadows are doing their best!”

“Hmm…”

“But because he is so outstanding, there’s a high possibility he’ll catch on! I will try harder!”

“…Alright. I’m satisfied.”

“Thank you!”

“It’s about time. I must go meet him now.”

“Enjoy your time with your husband!”

“Take care, Crown Princess.”

“Yes. Then.”

Creak, clack.

After Kim Eun-ha exited, the dictator and the Shadow remained in her office.

The man, who had kept his 90-degree bow until the door fully closed, finally straightened up and sighed in relief.

“Just… barely made it out alive.”

“You’re really perceptive; did you see the Crown Princess’s <Desire to Kill>? It was terrifying.”

“Don’t even mention it. I thought I was a goner.”

The dictator chuckled softly while pouring a cup of tea for the man, who bowed his head in gratitude before speaking up.

“I never imagined the Crown Princess would change so much…”

“You’re oblivious; that’s how she normally is. She only became a bit more composed after <Desire to Kill> was sealed.”

“Is that so…?”

“How many years have you been in the Shadows?”

“This year marks my seventh.”

“Then it makes sense that you wouldn’t know. You were the senior among us, right? Did it almost end six years ago?”

“Even the Shadows directly under the king were all replaced, so we were probably fine. There might only be a few among the present Shadows with over six years of experience.”

“Anyway, tell everyone under you. If they disturb the Crown Princess’s mood, they might truly be heading for the underworld.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Despite having taken on all sorts of unsavory tasks as a Shadow in the royal family for seven years, thinking of the Crown Princess’s <Desire to Kill> made him break out in cold sweat again.

Simply having the intention to kill someone is something any Shadow could do. They can, but…

‘This must feel like being a herbivore in front of a lion.’

It truly felt as if they were born to ‘kill people’.

That chilling aura and atmosphere that made them feel less than human.

What if they had misspoken?

As the most senior Shadow and leader, they likely wouldn’t die, but they would have certainly lost a body part or two.

Thinking that way naturally brought forth the word.

Tyrant.

Crown Princess Kim Eun-ha was a born tyrant.

“…It’s a relief that Crown Prince Kim Sung-il is set to inherit the throne.”

“That ought to be obvious, but watch your words. You could get caught on something.”

“I’m also worried about saying something wrong in front of the dictator.”

“You little…? Ah, right. Hey.”

“What is it?”

“That fortuneteller, or rather, our Crown Princess’s husband. How do you think he is?”

“Are you talking about my husband…?”

“To be honest, I heard he resolved the Crown Princess’s <Desire to Kill> and helped the Crown Prince win the political fight against the Emperor, but honestly, I didn’t see anything exceptional in him.”

“What do you think?”

“That’s true….”

The fortuneteller, Namgoong Min.

He resolved Crown Princess Kim Eun-ha’s <Desire to Kill> and played a crucial role in the Crown Prince’s victory in the political struggle with the Emperor.

Though he himself might not know it yet, having become the Crown Princess’s husband, he stood as a behind-the-scenes power trusted by the next Emperor.

What kind of person could he possibly be?

Kim Eun-ha had seen Namgoong Min only for a fleeting moment, which explained her natural curiosity.

Yet even though he asked lightly, the man appeared to be deep in thought.

“…What’s wrong? Is he some loser?”

“Not exactly… hmm…”

“What is it?”

“I… I’m not quite sure.”

“Eh?”

“While disguised as a servant during the hospitality, I had a chat with the husband, and at that moment, it really felt….”

“Really?”

“It felt like being dragged into a swamp….”

Even though it was merely a casual exchange.

It provoked an inexplicable urge to keep talking.

Suddenly realizing that sensation sent shivers down his spine, so he didn’t approach any further.

The man was certain that Namgoong Min was no ordinary fortuneteller.

“Yeah, it was like….”

“What?”

“It felt like talking with the <Mediator>.”

“…That gloomy lady?”

“Yes.”

“Hah, that’s….”

──They might need to be quite cautious.

The dictator narrowed his eyes.

It was a clear expression of caution.