I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 149

The city hall, seen up close, was in a much older state than I had imagined.

To be honest, I wouldn’t have known it was the city hall if it hadn’t been labeled as such.

“Is it in there?”

“…Yeah…”

“Hero? Why are you suddenly keeping your distance?”

“…Respect…”

“…?”

Leaving the ramblings of the hero aside for now, I turned my gaze away from the entrance of the city hall.

A girl with a confused expression tilted her head.

“It’s amazing.”

“What is?”

“I’ve been loitering in front of the city hall for days, yet I’m surprised to find something inside.”

“You’ve never been inside?”

“I have. But there wasn’t anything intact, so none of the thieves cared about it.”

“Aren’t you one of those thieves, too, calling them thieves?”

“Hehe, but I’m with the hero now!”

“Right, right.”

It hadn’t even been an hour since I had fainted in fear, and I found myself smiling at the girl, who was now bouncing around excitedly.

“I used to bounce around like that when I went to the playground with Jisoo.”

Despite not seeming particularly athletic, Jisoo was stronger and faster than I had been after all that hard labor. That meant any time we played tag, I would tire out quickly.

Thinking back to the sight of my younger sister, who would tease me for being clumsy during those times.

I ruffled the sparkling head of the girl, her eyes shining brightly.

“Ugh, my hair.”

“Sorry. I’ll fix it up.”

“It’s fine. Do you think a fortuneteller knows how to fix hair?”

“Of course I do.”

“Really?”

Even if it’s short hair, girls usually kept their hair neat and tidy.

The fights I had most often with Jisoo were over her hair maintenance, so.

For that reason, I had to develop the skill to brush and tidy my hair to make amends.

Thanks to that, I even worked part-time at a hair salon, which was a good experience.

“Here you go.”

“…Thank you.”

“I just fixed what I messed up; it’s no big deal.”

“True, isn’t it? You’re a bad older brother!”

“Heh.”

After a few adjustments, the girl’s hair returned to its neat state, but soon she crossed her arms with a pout.

Why was she acting like that? The mischief in me was bubbling up again.

As I considered messing her hair up once more, I noticed the hero, who looked like a bundle of straw left behind.

“It’s about time we head in, Hero.”

“…Will definitely…Inform…”

“Hero?”

“…No…”

“By the way, is it okay if she goes in as well?”

“Either way…even if…I know…can’t open…”

“…?”

What did that mean—he can’t take it, or he can’t open it?

Before I could comprehend, the hero stepped inside the city hall.

Well, I’d understand once I saw it myself.

I reached out my hand to the still-pouting girl.

“Come on, let’s go in.”

“Hmph.”

“Is your party going to sulk over something like this?”

“…That’s not it.”

“Let’s go in. The hero will show us something amazing.”

“Yes! If it’s the hero, then!”

We passed through the half-collapsed door of the city hall where the hero had entered.

The moment we stepped inside.

“…?”

“Brother? What’s wrong?”

“…It’s nothing. But when did you get in?”

“Just now, while you hesitated.”

What could it be?

Just as I partially entered the city hall moments ago.

It felt like there was some kind of wall.

Not a physical wall, but a transparent wall separating the inside from the outside of the city hall.

But instead of dwelling on that mysterious feeling, I chose to step further inside.

Since the hero, who had far better senses than I did, didn’t comment, and the girl seemed to feel nothing strange either.

Was it just my imagination?

Putting aside the unsettling sensation for now, I followed behind the hero.

“By the way.”

When did she get inside? I had hesitated so there shouldn’t have been space for her to enter.

As I turned to look at the girl with that small query in my mind.

“Brother?”

“…Oh, yeah?”

“Aren’t we supposed to follow the hero now?”

“Ah, right. We should.”

The city hall wasn’t particularly large, so it was easy to find where the hero had gone. However, it would be ridiculous to fall behind.

I smiled as I followed the hero with the girl beside me.

Unlike when we came in, the girl didn’t speak first; she only smiled faintly.

‘Is she looking forward to this?’

Maybe she was thinking she had been too loud, given that the hero was keeping his distance.

Either way, the hero didn’t walk for long.

As we descended the stairs located on one side of the main hall, a door appeared that clearly indicated there was something beyond it.

“Hey, didn’t you say there was nothing when you all died before? That door looks super suspicious!”

“…Yeah, right. I guess that’s why we couldn’t find it…”

“What’s up with that?”

“…I’m sorry, brother. I was lost in thought for a moment. What did you say?”

“Last time, you didn’t go through that door?”

“Not exactly correct.”

“Hmm?”

“That door…wasn’t there the last time I came. The stairs just led to an empty basement.”

“Then…”

I looked at the hero standing in front of the door.

Didabel show up here and create that door?

It seemed he wasn’t paying much attention to our conversation.

As he drew his greatsword, he rested it against the door.

“<Holy Sword>.”

The hero activated the regular skill, <Holy Sword>.

Instantly, his greatsword was engulfed in a white light that seemed ready to slice through the door at any moment, but oddly enough, the door absorbed the light of the Holy Sword.

As if it were a key.

Click.

With the sound of a lock clicking, the door slowly creaked open.

“…We’ve arrived…”

“…Where’s this?”

“It’s the Holy Sword.”

“…Huh?”

“The Holy Sword? Isn’t that the one the hero has?”

As I glanced down at the girl with a puzzled expression, she responded with a half-smile.

It was a somewhat strange appearance.

“The hero’s regular skill, <Holy Sword>, envelops his greatsword with divine power. And that power comes from here.”

“How do you know that?”

“…No one in the American border knows about heroes.”

“Really?”

Something was off.

Since there was no playable job titled <Hero>, I knew his character events and various settings, but I had never heard of this backstory for <Holy Sword>.

It felt like this girl had changed somehow—

“…For now…let’s go in…”

“…Alright.”

“Yes.”

However, the hero, who was the one in question, remained so calm that it was confusing.

Was her explanation about the <Holy Sword> already widely known, perhaps?

Was it weird that I didn’t know?

…Well, I’d figure it out when I saw it myself.

Beyond the door that the hero opened was.

A small room without any furniture, decorations, wallpaper, or flooring—just a pure white space.

And in the middle of that room.

“…Is that the Holy Sword?”

“…Yeah…”

A rough rock that didn’t match the pure white room, with a sword stuck in it.

It didn’t look much different from the swords other swordsmen carried around, but the white aura surrounding the Holy Sword was proof.

That was definitely the Holy Sword.

“If that’s the Holy Sword, then the one you’re carrying is…?”

“That’s also…the Holy Sword…”

“Huh?”

“The Holy Sword isn’t…really an actual sword…it’s a type of…power…”

“So, does that mean all the swords the hero holds become the Holy Sword?”

“…In theory…yes…but…the Holy Sword in this room…is…real.”

So, the regular skill <Holy Sword> just borrowed the power of the sword embedded in that rock?

It certainly was the power of the Holy Sword, so it wouldn’t be incorrect to say that if that power was infused into a sword, it would become a Holy Sword.

“Can’t I pull it out…?”

“…That can only be done…when the time comes…”

“Ah, I see.”

So, it gets pulled out during a character event? No, because there wasn’t such content in that event, it must be pulled out at another time.

Did I miss something from one of the hero’s events that I hadn’t played?

Well, there was no point in worrying about it now.

“So what you were trying to show me was…”

“…That…Holy Sword…”

“Why?”

“…Try…pulling it out…”

“…What?”

“Just try…pulling it out…”

Wait, that’s the Holy Sword, isn’t it?

You said it can only be pulled out when the time is right, and now you’re asking me to pull it out?

“I think it’s a good idea.”

“You…?”

“Go ahead and try it, brother. You never know, you might really become a hero!”

“Really a hero…?”

“You never know. The moment you pull the Holy Sword, your job might change.”

“…You.”

Even before this, something felt off, but there was a clear difference between being outside and being inside the city hall.

As I glared at the girl who seemed to have transformed, I stroked the <Maiden's Breath>.

The cooldown had already passed. And even with the hero’s permission, I was the one who brought her, so I should take care of this myself.

Just as I was about to kiss the ring I had on.

“…Namgoong Min.”

“Hero, for now, step back…”

“Pull it out.”

“…Hero?”

“I’m fine, just leave that girl and try pulling it out.”

His words flowed smoothly, not stopping or hesitating.

The hero looked at me as if it had always been this way.

For a brief moment, I met his gaze.

And after taking a quick glance at the girl’s smiling face, I walked toward the rock and the Holy Sword.

‘The hero doesn’t need to worry. But what about that girl?”

Is she not a character that appeared in the event? Although her gender was different…

With all kinds of questions and random thoughts clouding my mind, I arrived at the rock and gazed at the Holy Sword.

The Holy Sword. The Holy Sword.

──You never know. The moment you pull the Holy Sword, your job might change.

I shook my head and dismissed that thought without realizing it.

Having played <Romance Academy> more than twenty times, I didn’t know what the hero’s Holy Sword was about.

I stole one last glance at the hero. He merely nodded once.

Through that simple gesture, I gained faith.

‘What the heck.’

Am I going to die or something?

And so.

I grasped the Holy Sword.