I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 166

After unintentionally having to fight another version of myself in the seventh match…

The eighth, ninth, and tenth matches were relatively easier.

I was overwhelmed with relative ease.

“…Namgoong Min? It’s okay. 7 wins and 3 losses is a good enough score to qualify for the finals!”

“Really…?”

“…Honestly, I’m not too sure myself…”

…That makes sense. There’s no way the Saint or Eileen would know exactly how many wins are necessary to qualify for the finals.

Still, I appreciated Eileen’s kind attempt to comfort me, so I expressed my gratitude.

Of course, that didn’t change the bleak reality I faced.

“I’m just worried because I lost the last three matches so overwhelmingly.”

“…Did you perhaps push yourself too much when fighting that other Namgoong Min, the unbeliever?”

“Seems like I did…”

I had pushed my <Observation> skill beyond its limits, and I had even used my last resort, <My Own Little Fortune Teller's Shop>, and <Cleanliness>.

In trying to receive the cards from another me, the sword I had prepared had broken, and my injuries and stamina loss were significant too.

Skills will recover once their cooldowns finish, and I had also received a new sword from Liu.

But with my ability to use <Observation> compromised and my stamina nearly at its limit, I ended up losing three matches in a row.

‘Is <Observation> the problem?’

Of course, it was a good thing that its performance had greatly improved after my growth, but conversely, its duration had become far too short.

Originally, I could use the skill for an hour without issue, but now it has become limited to about 20 minutes a day—that really says it all.

‘Well, if <Observation> hadn’t improved at all, I would have had 10 losses instead of 7 wins and 3 losses…’

That’s just me being greedy. I’ve reaped the benefits of <Observation>, so I had no intention of complaining further.

It’s just that the fact that I lost a fair amount of money I had bet on the winners due to my three consecutive losses stung a bit.

‘…In the end, the finals are what matters.’

Unlike the winner betting placed just before matches, the betting for the finals occurring before the Martial Arts Competition has overwhelming odds.

The amount you can bet is pretty much the same, but since it selects only 64 out of the top-performing 512 participants entering the competition, the odds for the underdogs inevitably get higher.

Especially for someone with a non-combat job like mine, the odds were practically like a lottery.

‘I staked nearly all my possessions on qualifying for the finals.’

Normally, it would be impossible to bet on oneself, but by asking Liu, Eun-ha, and Rain, I managed to place my bets without being detected through money laundering.

7 wins and 3 losses.

Please let me make it…!

“Namgoong Min, older brother?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. More importantly, it’s Eileen now.”

“Since it’s about time to switch with my sister, it’s so fun building memories.”

“That’s true.”

The personality of Eileen Teddy Bear, the fighter academy student, primarily gets handled by the Saint, and the only times Eileen truly switches out are when she’s with me, at home, or when she’s alone.

That seemed to be enough for Eileen, but she probably still enjoys her academy life.

‘Is there no way…?’

I know that the very coexistence of Eileen and the Saint is a miraculous occurrence, but naturally, I felt a surge of greed.

If Eileen and the Saint had their own bodies, all my concerns would be resolved.

Especially after returning from an overnight trip, something had happened that made Eileen’s soul notably smaller, which surprised me at that time. She has almost recovered now, though.

…Well, that’s greedy too. Let’s just focus on talking with Eileen.

“By the way, older brother, you’re going to be with that group tomorrow, right?”

“That’s right. Rain, Liu, Eun-ha, Eileen, and I. We’ll all be together.”

“Is there a specific reason that has to be? Of course, it’s fun when there are more people, but sometimes I just want to hang out with you and my sister…”

“Oh… Sorry, Eileen. Let’s try to find some time before the交流会 ends.”

“Really? Thank you, older brother.”

I had forgotten.

The Saint inherits the personalities and memories of previous Saints, which gives her a mature side, but Eileen is a pure girl who has hardly been outside her home.

Although she is nearly an adult, due to her job as a <Saint>, she has only ever spent her time at home, so her emotions and memories aren’t much different from those of a child.

‘I’ve been too careless.’

I thought both the Saint and Eileen were fine, but it turns out she was feeling lonely.

Since she is essentially a girl brought back to life because of me, it’s probably only natural for me to take responsibility.

“…Sister, stop with the embarrassing nonsense and be quiet. This could be an opportunity that might be seized…”

“Eileen?”

“Yes? What’s wrong, older brother?”

“No, I was just wondering what you just said…”

“Oh, I was just talking briefly with my sister! It’s nothing serious, don’t worry!”

“Ah, I see.”

She was speaking so quietly that I couldn’t hear, but I figured the Saint might have similar thoughts to Eileen.

Since it’s the fifth day, we need to stick together as a group, but I think it might be best to hang out with Eileen on the sixth or final day.

‘Ah, I should ask Liu, Eun-ha, and Rain too, just in case.’

I should also mention it to Lucas, the Crown Prince, and the Hero. Since they readily offered to help me, I’d like to return the favor by getting them something during the交流会.

…Although it would just be pocket change to them, but still.

‘The only one I’m worried about is that Saint…’

The reactions when I talked about the other me and the expressions he made when I revealed my past were something else.

That Saint, Raphael Martina, definitely has some agenda.

What could it be? Is it related to the Church’s coup plan? But as far as I know, that seemed to be going smoothly.

‘It looks like he’s gradually appearing to lose his abilities as a Saint… they said everything was on track.’

The Saint, Raphael Martina, appearing to lose the powers of a Holy Man is the first step in the plan that the Saint and I set up.

If this goes well, it would lead to the Saint’s opposition getting them to request “Proof.”

A sort of religious trial to verify that the Saint and the Saintess are indeed Holy People.

Since that is the goal, the Saint has been acting splendidly in the meantime.

He has recorded top rankings in the Survival exam.

In the Great Lake, he was in the mid-range.

Within the Church, he increased both his prayer count and time, making it seem as if something is going on.

Plus, he even intentionally refrained from using <Holy Radiance>.

Moreover, despite being selected as one of the top performers in the Martial Arts Competition, he even refused to compete.

It’s not like I need to offer any help; the Saint’s performance is excellent and the plan is proceeding without a hitch.

‘…But he did have that anxious expression.’

It seems that the Saint’s reaction wasn’t because of my story.

He certainly looked a bit surprised at my past, but his thoughts seemed to lie elsewhere.

In the end, there’s no choice but to meet him directly.

“Eileen, I’m going to meet the Saint. Will you come with me?”

“Ah… older brother, I’m fine. I won’t go…”

“Is that so?”

For some reason, both the Saint and Eileen seem quite averse to the Saint.

Is it because they are technically the same job?

Anyway, since the church coup plan is something that needs to be kept secret, it might be better not to have them along.

First, I need to get into detailed discussions with the Saint—

“Excuse me.”

“…?”

Someone approaches.

A beautiful woman with long, neatly tied blonde hair and a soft voice.

And at the same time…

‘…She’s strong.’

Even though it’s just a little, I’ve learned enough about swords to recognize that.

The blonde woman in a nun’s outfit who interrupted the conversation is indeed strong.

Weaker than Eun-ha, Rain, Eileen, the Crown Prince, Lucas, the Saint, the Hero, or Sasaki Ito… just barely…

‘Well, now that I think of it, she might not actually be that strong.’

Is she not? Maybe my surrounding friends are just too powerful? I’m not sure.

Now that I think about it, she seems weaker than Liu, who uses an Artifact.

Nonetheless, with just a finger, she could likely subdue me.

‘…Wait a minute, blonde hair, nun’s outfit, and a considerable strength?’

Could it be?

“I’m aware this is impolite, but I have a question and I wanted to join the conversation.”

“…Who are you? If you know this is impolite and have approached anyway, it must be something important?”

For a moment I was stunned, and Eileen responded somewhat harshly on my behalf.

That reaction is entirely normal, but is this really the same Eileen who was saying she felt lonely just earlier? She should have called this person an unbeliever if she were the Saint…

However, despite Eileen’s cold reaction, the blonde nun remained composed.

“My name is Cloel Martina, and I am a candidate for the Inquisition belonging to the Church.”

“…What?”

“To get straight to the point, the person I have business with is not you, miss.”

“Are you saying what I think you are?”

“I apologize for the impoliteness in advance, but I must ask.”

“……?”

“Are you a Fortuneteller…?”

Ah.

This reaction definitely…

‘I remember this from the entrance ceremony.’

Now that I think about it, when I first met the Saint, I was worried that my head would get smashed with a mace.

But I was worried because the Saint was an extremist and an inquisitor—

“…Ah.”

A candidate for the Inquisition?

I’ve really messed up, haven’t I?

*

“…So that’s how things are, Saint.”

“Is that so…?”

The Saint sighed after hearing my explanation.

I was surprised when he suddenly chased after me as if to kill me, but fortunately, after fleeing to near the church, I was able to receive help from the Saint.

Though I ended up being threatened with death by the very target I was trying to meet, this also turned out to be a fortunate thing.

‘What if something like this had happened while we were all together tomorrow?’

Setting aside everything else, if Eun-ha just threw a punch, it would definitely lead to a catastrophe.

When I first arrived in this world, the most careful caution I took was against the Saint and the inquisitors, but I wonder if I’ve been too careless.

‘…No, would they really try to kill me, an academy student?’

Now that I think, there are indeed inquisitors affiliated with the church in the academy too, but nothing significant ever happened.

Is Cloel Martina just an unusual case?

‘Well, I’ve never met an actual Fortuneteller, so I wouldn’t know.’

“Saint, do you fully understand what I’m saying?”

“…? Yes, I do.”

“Then please remove this nun from my presence.”

“Otherwise, I don’t know what kind of mischief Eileen over there might get up to.”

Most importantly, I’m really scared with that mace looming over my head.

“…Cloel Martina, Inquisition candidate, step back.”

“But, Raphael! This guy is a Fortuneteller! Even the director──”

“Cloel Martina, Inquisition candidate, step back.”

“…I will follow the Saint’s words.”

Wait, don’t step back with such a disappointed expression. Don’t glare at me while gripping that mace tightly.

Honestly, I’m the one who saved you! It’s not like I want to brag, but I’ve got powerful support backing me.

Only after Cloel Martina stepped back and let me rise could I finally stand straight.

‘I never intended to meet like this.’

I had asked Eileen to stay out of it, so she should be hiding well over there.

Cloel Martina, the Saint, and I.

Could this be a love triangle(?)

For a moment, Cloel, who was glaring at me, then turned her gaze to the Saint, smiling brightly.

“Raphael! How long are you going to keep that stiff face?!”

“…….”

“Raphael?”

“…I’m sorry, sister. But I’m still technically the Saint, you know.”

“Don’t worry! To me, you’re always my lovely little brother!”

“…Y-Yes.”

Even from a brief glance, the atmosphere between the two of them was obvious.

Cloel Martina genuinely cares for and is close to the Saint…

But Raphael Martina seems to feel pressured by Cloel.

‘…It’s because of what I heard back then.’

Back when I didn’t know about the secrets shared between the Saint and the Saintess, I visited Cloel’s home to save Eileen and the Saintess.

The Saint revealed the secret to me.

‘The Saints and Saintesses… eventually extinguish the original personality and take over.’

Coexistence is brief, and ultimately, the original personality disappears, leaving only the inherent personality of the role of the Saint and Saintess.

It makes sense that the Saint feels burdened by Cloel.

In reality, Cloel’s perception of Raphael is that he must have died a long time ago.

‘No wonder he seems to be acting so natural about it.’

If Raphael had acted in front of Cloel after he died, pretending to be “Raphael Martina,” it would have been easy enough to feign losing the abilities of a Saint.

“Sister, you’ve gone too far this time. Namgoong Min is neither a fraud nor an unqualified Fortuneteller; he is a student at the Romance Academy.”

“Well, but!”

“Sister.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Wow, it’s very persuasive hearing the Saint say that, given that this is the same guy who attempted to crack my skull open during the entrance ceremony.

And why is only the Saint apologizing? I was the one who felt the fear of death!

“Please apologize to Namgoong Min as well.”

“…Ugh.”

“Sister.”

“Mi, mi…”

“Mi…?”

“You lunatic! You are the Fortuneteller!!!”
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