I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 170

The story has come to an end.

Due to Eileen revealing she was a Saint, Cloel Martina nearly fainted, but since the Saint already knew about it, I promised to keep the secret for sure.

“She seemed disappointed.”

It was probably because of her stepbrother, Raphael.

Cloel Martina wanted to be a strength for Raphael as his step-sister. It’s understandable that she’d feel somewhat let down by the Saint, who had kept silent even about the great event of the Saint’s emergence.

But it was useless to feel disappointed when she didn’t even know how the Saint viewed her.

“Do you think that nun can keep the secret?”

“She will. She can’t help but keep it physically.”

The existence of the Saint, Eileen, was a top secret that shouldn’t be known by the church, so a simple promise wouldn’t ease my mind.

That’s why I borrowed a bit more power from Liu, Rain, and Eun-ha to “isolate” Cloel Martina in the church where the Saint resides.

The church didn’t want Cloel and Raphael to grow close, but there were no issues as long as Archbishop Karleya and Bishop Belic gave their tacit approval.

I made the excuse that she was recovering there, citing dizziness, so there appeared to be no problems on the surface.

Cloel Martina’s situation had somehow been resolved. Though I hadn’t started the character event for the Saint yet, visiting the church would surely lead to some outcome.

The real problem lay elsewhere.

“Ugh… Eileen.”

“Yes, Namgoong Min.”

“You were too reckless.”

I was initially taken aback. I thought I was the only one who knew Eileen was a Saint at that moment.

So, I couldn’t help but be flustered that Liu, Rain, and Eun-ha were already aware of the existence of the Saint.

“They said she revealed herself as a Saint during the Mediator’s attack.”

If it was the Mediator, a figure of such status, with the power of a Rich Tycoon, Psychic, or Royalty… managing would be more than enough.

In terms of setting, the Mediator was indeed strong, but winning against all three at once was simply impossible.

Did the Mediator really pull off something that would require bringing in the world’s strongest character, Scarlet Redfield?

“Of course, the game and reality are distinctly different.”

Having experienced Liu, Rain, and Eun-ha, who had changed from the game to reality firsthand, I felt certain.

If it were simply defeating the Mediator, there wouldn’t be a reason to reveal Eileen as a Saint.

…So what does that mean?

“Eileen, please be honest with me.”

“Of course.”

“How did you deal with the Mediator?”

Did she actually kill him or something?

When I returned from my two-day trip, the building they had been in looked pristine, barely suggestive of a fight having occurred.

So I thought they had simply persuaded him with words or resolved things through negotiation.

“If she used <Holy Radiance>, it’s a different story.”

Even if they had fought fiercely with the Mediator, if Eileen had revealed her status as a Saint and used <Holy Radiance>, it could look as if no battle took place at all.

< Holy Radiance > was, quite literally, a power that grants wishes.

“…I didn’t kill him.”

“What do you mean?”

“It seems the Saint warped his very job through <Holy Radiance>. It was something that would worry our Min…”

“Did the royal family show no reaction? After all, he’s one of the three administrators.”

“The Mediator was never favored to begin with. Besides, when the Oppressor bowed down to the faction of my brother, the Mediator was alone in the Emperor’s faction… Many are actually glad that a new administrator position may open up.”

“Is that so?”

Then there was no problem from the royal family’s side.

Effectively neutralizing the Mediator was undoubtedly good news, but…

“I’m worried about the other me bringing in the Mediator.”

If another me was going that far, he was undoubtedly a subordinate of the Former God, alongside the Emperor and Principal.

If the job was warped through <Holy Radiance>… could it be reverted to its original state?

<Holy Radiance > was akin to an official cheat even in the game.

Even if it could be restored, it would take time, that much was inevitable.

Having reached my conclusion, I looked around at my surroundings, which now felt oddly quiet.

…Could it be?

Liu, with her eyes half-closed, Rain, with her hands politely clasped, Eun-ha, glancing nervously this way, and Eileen, trying to appear confident yet trembling.

Were they possibly… thinking I would scold them? Did they do something unnecessarily?

Ha, what a joke.

People who have everything—money, power, and strength—are worried about my thoughts?

…It would be a lie to say I didn’t feel a sense of superiority or confidence. It meant those amazing girls were looking up to me.

But such contemptible feelings soon dissipated.

“I’m a scammer fortuneteller, after all.”

No matter how they felt, I could not deny that at my core, I was just that cultist.

What I just said to Cloel Martina exemplified that; I was doomed to remain trapped in the chains of the cultist fortuneteller.

That’s why I smiled.

It was the thing I was most accustomed to.

“What you did was commendable, so everyone, don’t worry. Isn’t it a good thing I served another me a nice bite of revenge?”

“…Y-yeah, right? Ugh, you should have mentioned that sooner, you scammer!”

“You just said it, didn’t you?”

“Namgoong Min, Arthur and I will continue to assist, so don’t worry.”

“Our Min, the imperial family will be several times more of help than Arthur, so no need to fret.”

“Your Highness, wouldn’t it be fun if we broke diplomatic relations while you spoke so brazenly?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to join hands with White Rose instead of Arthur? I really don’t know.”

“By the way, didn’t you just mention your preferences, you fortuneteller?”

With the atmosphere lightening, the others started chatting as usual, and I turned to walk towards the hotel.

Liu, Rain, and Eun-ha began bickering behind me, and Eileen approached my side.

This was something possible with everyone’s tacit agreement.

“…Eileen, I mentioned earlier, that was too reckless.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you not considering changing your mind?”

“…No.”

“Well, then… there’s nothing to be done.”

Now that Cloel Martina had been told Eileen was a Saint, we would have to go together.

On the contrary, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to ensure our position by visiting the church this time.

‘Should we continue to hide that she’s a Saint, or reveal it?’

Hiding wouldn’t change anything. If I could just make sure Cloel Martina kept quiet, we could maintain the peace we’ve had so far. I’m sure Rain, Liu, and Eun-ha would help too.

But if we reveal she’s a Saint… then the lives of both the Saint and Eileen would change 180 degrees.

‘…Perhaps it’s about time to speak up.’

I still hadn’t revealed to Charles Teddy Bear that Eileen was a Saint. That was a decision that factored in her own feelings.

He probably had some inkling, but Charles Teddy Bear had completely entrusted that part to his daughter, asking nothing about it.

Who knows what would happen when we go to the church? So before that—

Beep!

“…Huh?”

“Namgoong Min, in your pocket….”

“What’s this message…?”

I took out my phone to check the sudden notification.

‘List of finalists………Fk!’

In an instant, all thoughts of the church and the Saint flew from my mind.

As I trembled, clutching my phone, Liu, Rain, and Eun-ha, who had been walking behind me, drew near.

But right now, that’s not what was important.

‘Final… list!’

I have to advance!

I absolutely must advance!

‘If I reach the finals here, I can pay off my debts, and I can finally change that damn skill name!’

I still hadn’t read the list.

7 wins, 3 losses. It’s a vague record; I could either go up or drop out.

Covering the list with my fingers, I slowly scrolled down to check—

“Ah….”

“Uh… Namgoong Min… ah….”

“…It’s okay, our Min.”

“Namgoong Min….”

…What’s going on? Why are they reacting like that?

Why are they looking at me with such pity!?

‘No, it’s not over until it’s over!’

I cautiously lowered my trembling fingers to check the list… No, maybe I shouldn’t lower it?

If I don’t check and leave things as they are, there’s a chance I could still have advanced, but if I check, that’ll be it, right?

It’s driving me crazy.

“………….”

“……….”

“…………….”

“………….”

Stop being silent! Say something!

As my conscience and reason battled, I somehow managed to lower my finger, and at the end of the list, only four names remained.

It was in alphabetical order, and even though there had been none until now! I’d already reached the names that began with ‘H’!

Still, what are the odds? Damn it.

Resigned, I simply lowered my finger.

‘Heinz Krokl, Hobbs Reckins, Namgoong Min, Hyberia Reminis…… Huh?’

Namgoong Min?

When I rubbed my eyes and checked again, the name that had suddenly appeared among the ‘H’s remained.

Finally realizing what those who showed pity were reacting to, I looked around at them.

“………Kuh.”

“Puh, puhaha!”

“Oh, our Min. I’m sorry… haha!”

“Namgoong Min, congratulations.”

“………You all are too much, I swear.”

*

On the fifth day of the exchange event, a stir arose when the list of finalists was announced.

It wasn’t that some fortuneteller was among the finalists.

It was because the representation of first-year students among the 64 finalists was particularly high.

“Well, since it was the only Special Class in the grades, I expected it, but this is beyond my imagination?”

“Twenty first-years…? So, what about the other years?”

“Third year is the least performing one. Even with Crown Princess Kim Ha-neul and Lily White Rose in it, it’s this bad?”

“Shhh! This is a secret, but I heard that the factional struggles among the third years have intensified recently. They’ve been focusing on those instead of the Martial Arts Competition…”

“Goodness.”

Almost a third of the 64 finalists were first years. Although, officially, all years are evaluated equally in the Martial Arts Competition, generally, first-years were usual regarded as the weakest.

While champions came from various years, first-year students typically produced the smallest percentage of finalists. That was just common sense.

Yet, the first years had outperformed the other years to create the highest number of finalists, indicating that this batch of first-years was exceptional.

“True… Rich Tycoons, Psychics, Warlocks, two Royals, a Hero, and a Saint: this year’s first-years are something else.”

“There’s a first match in the finals tonight, right? I heard there’ll be a first year participating.”

“Then let’s go watch!”

Thus, the first match of the finals, where the first year competed against the second year, became the focus of everyone’s attention.

Especially those who had heard of the first-years’ rumors but weren’t from the academy, such as guests and VIPs, gathered in the auditorium where the Martial Arts Competition finals were being held.

So…

“Damn it.”

It was only natural to curse.

I had finally made it to the finals and secured the earning of some betting money, and it almost seemed set in stone to change the skill name, but lo and behold, it’s the first match.

In fact, since I held a non-combat job, it wouldn’t matter if I just lost, right?

“The opponent is….”

Second-year Swordsman, Kim Woo-sung.

He was basically the leader of the faction that had effectively integrated the second year, and a side royal family member.

…A guy with a superiority complex that would make him look like he was drawn in a picture.

Unlike Kim Ha-neul from the third year, he genuinely despised non-combat jobs, especially fortunetellers.

‘I’ve had my share of trouble with him.’

During the student council election, I had worked with Kim Ha-neul to threaten Lily’s position, and as the first-ever fortuneteller to enter the academy, he clearly wouldn’t regard me favorably.

‘Back when I got dragged into the third-year’s exam, I heard some talking.’

At that time, the third-year students didn’t seem to hold contempt toward fortunetellers, but I heard that such an atmosphere was beginning to emerge among the second and third years.

That made it all the more puzzling. Where were Eun-ha and Crown Prince Kim Sung-il?

Honestly, it made no difference, and even if they disliked me, they hadn’t been affected directly, so I wasn’t too concerned.

‘It’s amusing that I’m meeting him here.’

The much-anticipated first match of the finals. A first-year vs. a second-year.

In terms of matchup, it was already apparent from the beginning that the outcome was known—

‘…But wait a minute?’

In this match where I was bound to lose, I saw a small possibility.

If I play my cards right,

‘By offering Kim Woo-sung as a sacrifice….’

I might seize control over the academy’s overall opinion!