I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 156

Somewhere in the airborne city.

Namgoong Min, who had secretly placed a little girl in a hidden underground bunker, exhaled heavily.

It wasn’t due to the hard work of carrying her.

It was simply because he was so overwhelmed with emotion that he was barely breathing as he spat out his words.

The Principal, looking at them with disdain, smirked.

“Both of you look a mess. One’s turned into a half-wit, and the other is flailing around like a crazy calf.”

“…Principal.”

“Using honorifics? Where do you get off, you worthless failure?”

“How dare you…!”

“Oh really? It’s true that the Emperor let you go, but the one who took you in and hid you here is me. Know your place?”

He had been gritting his teeth and pretending he was about to charge at her.

But as the Principal’s magic heated up the surroundings, he stepped back.

The strongest <Battle Wizard> in history.

‘A madman who thinks of himself as a special class.’

Objectively speaking, the Principal had long surpassed the limitations of a simple <Battle Wizard>.

Creating artifacts without even being a <Blacksmith> and using those artifacts to teleport the Mediator here through spatial magic.

With abilities like that, it was not surprising to call him a special class… but.

The real problem was that the Principal sincerely believed it.

Especially since, if this part was brought up, she would casually kill whoever mentioned it, making her genuinely a madwoman.

“What’s your answer?”

“…I’m sorry…”

“You little brat. Well, it’s no surprise for you, but this half-wit girl is honestly unexpected.”

Thud.

The Principal lifted up the Mediator’s hair, whose eyes were rolling back as if she had fainted or lost consciousness, a grin spreading across her face.

She showed no visible injuries, nor were there abnormalities in her insides. She wasn’t even toying with her brain.

Though she looked perfectly fine, the Mediator could no longer be called a Mediator.

“This… who did this?”

“…I’m not sure. When I arrived, it was already…”

“It must be one of the rich tycoon, crown princess, saint, or psychic. Four possibilities.”

It wasn’t a rich tycoon. No matter how expensive artifacts were, the Principal wouldn’t be one to destroy a job skill.

The crown princess had tremendous power, but it wasn’t a mental issue.

Then…

“Looks like it was either the saint or the psychic.”

“…It must be the psychic, right?”

Quake!

“You little brat, getting into an adult’s business?”

“cough…!?”

“Shut your mouth. I’m not so foolish to need even your pathetic excuse of a brain.”

With a flick of her hand, the Principal switched to an invisible magic that slammed Namgoong Min against the wall, glaring at the Mediator’s dazed eyes.

Just that alone cast all sorts of mental magic.

As he coughed up blood while witnessing the Principal’s magic, Namgoong Min narrowed his eyes.

‘…Crazy.’

The job <Battle Wizard> diminished its effectiveness when using magic not classified as combat or destruction.

Yet the fact that she could instantly wield such a degree of mental magic meant…

‘As expected…’

The Grand Sorcerer who once stood equal to the youthful Scarlet Redfield.

Unlike the now old and decrepit Redfield, the Principal had maintained her youth through various means, making her literally the most powerful being in the world.

‘Even being disregarded like this.’

If I could get the help of such a being.

I could prove that I am the ‘real Namgoong Min.’

But first, I needed to treat the Mediator.

Honestly, I wasn’t really fond of the Mediator, but losing one of the three people who heard ‘that being’s’ voice would be a huge blow.

“Hmm… hey, kid.”

“…What is it?”

“I’m sure. This was the work of the saint.”

“The saint…?”

Saint Eileen Teddy Bear.

The truth about her I had heard from the Principal long ago. She was a hidden saint whom even the church was unaware of.

But I had heard she had only become a saint for less than a year.

“My goodness, how much <Holy Radiance> did she pour out? At this rate, the saint might be dead!”

“…When I returned to get the Mediator, the saint looked tired, but she was fine.”

“Are you kidding me? That girl has the same special class as me, and she was a fanatic who boasted that she received the grace of ‘that being.’ For her to have ruined the job skill of someone with that level of mental strength, and that’s all? Tired…?”

“I’m serious.”

“Hah, if that’s true, one thing is certain.”

“What is it?”

“What else? Never mess with that saint. It seems she has some means to excessively use <Holy Radiance>, and if that’s true, I can’t defeat her. I’d be defeated, without a doubt.”

“Eh?”

“No, how do you win against someone who can grant wishes with a mere gesture? Honestly, whatever magic I cast would all be erased, and if I’m not careful, she could distort my very job itself.”

“Oh….”

“The best solution is to avoid confronting her. In any case, this confirms it. The Pope, that insolent brat, I’m cancelling the plan to hand over information about the saint.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to make the church and the saint fight each other…?”

“Is your head just for decoration? If the Pope and the saint fight, this Romance Academy would be destroyed. The Pope would likely lead all his forces here.”

“Romance Academy…?”

“You haven’t seen that insolent brat, have you? That stubborn brat could pull something like that without a second thought.”

Bringing the forces to the Romance Academy would be a declaration of war against the Daehan Empire, the biggest supporter, and would draw worldwide condemnation.

But if they could possess both the saint and the crown princess, it would be a risk worth taking.

‘Though it seems likely they’d prefer to kill her instead of assimilating her…’

Since the saint, Raphael Martina, wished to remain a mere Inquisitor, the Pope’s authority over the church was firmly established. That was merely doctrinally speaking, however, as the saint and the crown princess could loom over the Pope.

With the saint gracefully bowing to the Pope to stabilize the power hierarchy within the church, what happens if the saint appears?

The church would erupt in civil war.

‘So they’d probably make the first move.’

Before the saint can exercise proper influence within the church.

Either declare her a heretic and eliminate her, or offer her a compromise to be satisfied with a high-ranking position like the saint.

Either choice would lead the Pope to come marching in with his forces.

To be honest, considering the political and diplomatic isolation he would face afterward, it would be a foolish act.

‘But that fanatic would do it without a second thought.’

If that fanatic sincerely believes that the saint and the saint are the ‘possessions’ of the church, it would definitely suffice for them.

And the Principal.

“I must stop this.”

I had no intention of letting that insolent brat into the Romance Academy.

“…Are you worried about the students?”

“Of course! The brats here are all far below me, yet they are valuable beings who can withstand the monsters beyond the gate. Planning some stunt like that in an institution that nurtures those beings? Hah!”

“…I see.”

“In any case, that brat needs to be sent to the Emperor… Oh, and you have a task.”

“Me?”

“When an adult asks, you just need to respond ‘yes.’ Do you need to talk back to me?”

“Ah, no.”

“Tch, a large-scale event will be held at the academy in a few days.”

“Yes.”

“Your task is to… kill Namgoong Min there.”

“…Yes.”

In that moment, another Namgoong Min’s eyes sparkled with interest.

The reason I was with the Emperor’s accomplice, the Principal, who had kidnapped and tortured him.

It was because our interests aligned.

Another Namgoong Min was trying to kill Namgoong Min.

And they too were trying to exclude him.

That was more than enough.

*

“Hah, it’s been a while. You’re only speaking to me after that failure leaves, huh? It must be burdensome for you?”

“Don’t you think you should help me a little? Your enthusiasm is commendable, but honestly, it’s not quite up to par. The real Namgoong Min was… a bit satisfying.”

“…What? You think I don’t know? Of course, it would fail. How could such a failure kill the real one?”

“It simply serves to let him dream an impossible dream. Isn’t that what you want?”

“That failure flailing about as much as possible, and in the end, what can he accomplish?”

“…Hey, do you know?”

“Honestly, it’s not really my place to say this, given how I’m benefiting from your whispers.”

“You deserved to be ousted from your position?”

*

‘Another me has come to the Romance Academy.’

As always, it was the same as before, which in turn gave me peace during the theoretical lesson.

I spent my time in the dull class about the gate and world history, thinking about something else.

About the Mediator and another me that had been with the Hero during my absence.

‘The Emperor said another me has vanished, but…’

That was probably a lie.

It’s true something had disappeared, but wouldn’t he have released him directly?

Having lost the faction fight with the Crown Prince, if another me were at the Royal Palace, they would have quickly fallen into the Crown Prince’s hands.

‘What could the purpose be…?’

The reason for another me should not be caught by the Crown Prince and me is unclear.

In terms of the Emperor’s circumstances alone, there would be no reason for that. It would be more rational to treat another me as a negotiation card to minimize the shock of my defeat.

Yet, he didn’t pursue that and let another me go while suffering a loss.

What could that imply?

‘That being who whispers the future.’

The existence they called the usurper, comprised of rifts.

That must have been his will.

The Emperor didn’t need another me at all. From start to finish, the Emperor’s intent was solely focused on Kim Sung-il and me.

There was no involvement of another me in that context.

That means someone else needed another me.

“…Huh.”

Ultimately, I’ll only know everything when I meet that being again.

The being I met at the gate in Liu’s mansion during the vacation.

‘I can’t rely on Jisoo.’

He said he would not be able to meet for a while, and it also seemed that Jisoo could not speak the truth directly.

It would be more certain for me to find out everything myself rather than hearing it from someone else.

With that thought, who I need to meet is──

“──Um, Liu?”

“What?”

“Isn’t it… a bit close?”

“Well? Is that just your imagination?”

Isn’t it my imagination when our chairs are practically glued together?

The professor giving the lecture, too, seems to be glancing at us strangely?

With Liu’s arm draped over mine, I was in a tight embrace posture?

“…Liu, why are you preventing me from breaking our arm lock by force?”

“Honestly, I haven’t prevented you at all.”

“No, still…”

“Partition, debt, repayment?”

“…I’ll stay quiet.”

“Okay, okay. What matters is that I’m the left arm. The real problem is that vile girl over there holding my right arm.”

“Will you quit with these nonsense accusations, you paranoid girl?”

“Rain, I need to take notes, so could you please let go of my arm…?”

“I can’t hear you…?”

“………….”

I could hear the class but couldn’t take notes.

With Liu holding my left arm and Rain holding my right, and I was clearly outmatched in strength, making resistance impossible…

…But this wasn’t as bad as they usually were.

“Liu? Rain? You seem strangely friendly since a few days ago….”

“You’re imagining things.”

“It’s just your imagination.”

“………….”

No matter how I thought about it, something felt off after I had traveled with the Hero.

I heard that I had been attacked by the Mediator and fought him off, but that another me had taken him away.

Was that really the end? Was there anything that could have changed the way they treated me?

Though even if it was just these two, I could manage somehow.

At that moment, a soft voice floated in from behind me.

“Is our Min feeling uncomfortable anywhere?”

“……Right now, I’m feeling uncomfortable on both sides.”

“Guess that’s not the case.”

“What the… Eun-ha?”

“Don’t worry, our Min. Even if a fake comes along, I can distinguish right away.”

“No, that… that’s not it.”

She only sat behind me in class, but during breaks, she kept touching my ears or neck, which honestly made me uncomfortable.

At least during school hours, I had to walk home with Eileen, who always waited for me, while I had Liu, Rain, and Eun-ha around me. Quite the opposite of Lucas, Kim Sung-il, the saint, and the hero starting to group together.

Especially the hero over there was whispering something, giving me goosebumps even though we had some honest chats during our time in America.

Honestly, it was about time I figured it out as someone who had never had any friends and was still a virgin.

These four girls, including Eileen, seemed to have an interest in me of some sort.

But.

‘Rain drew the line, and Eun-ha said she doesn’t like me, and Liu, on the contrary, claimed I rejected her, so… Eileen and the saint are for coexistence, I guess.’

I got a clear answer so that I wouldn’t become too immersed in wishful thinking. Their interest in me didn’t lead to love.

…If I had to analyze, Liu’s case was love, but.

‘Am I going to marry Liu later? For real?’

Honestly, that would be nice… but, huh, that’s a story for after I see the ending.

Weddings or anything else can wait until after I meet with Jisoo.

‘…I wonder if the time is good to tell them.’

If I had met another me, wouldn’t it be the perfect opportunity to reveal that I have come from another world?

I didn’t want to keep lying to the people, my first friends, any longer.

I have already come clean about my past with the Hero.

If I’ve done it once, there’s no reason I can’t do it again.

Waiting for the right time to speak──

“Everyone, please pay attention!”

“……Huh?”

Though he was a professor here to teach, overwhelmed by the students’ status, he began to speak up for a rare occasion.

At that moment, the female students, who had clustered close to me, and the male students who had kept to themselves all turned to look at the professor.

For a moment, he took in the stare, feeling pressure, but he soon composed himself to continue speaking.

“An event known as a交流会 will be held a week from now!”

“………Here we go.”

At the professor’s words, I couldn’t help but clench my fist.

The交流会. To be honest, it was just a fighting competition in name.

It would involve many rewards, events, and character interactions.

The main event of the 1st-year 2nd semester.

“I must.”

“…Namgoong Min?”

“Our Min?”

“Fortunetelling girl?”

The ultimate reward I could gain from this event would be.

“I will win it…!”

The [Job Skill Name Change Right], obtainable only through the first-year交流会’s martial arts competition.

I will change this damn <Incredibly Useful Fortunetelling> back to normal…!

I must!!