I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 184

<Five witnesses evaluate the proof of Raphael Martina. Among them, two affirm it while three oppose it.>

The Former God was laughing.

With a face full of cracks, one particularly long crack curved up into a smile.

He was looking down at only me.

<So, what do you say, Fortuneteller? Do you still have something to say?>

“…….”

A method,

Is there a method……?

I hadn’t imagined that this Former God would personally descend into the Room of Proof. That variable hadn’t crossed my mind at all.

‘Are there any cards I can use…?’

The money I received was entirely spent to sway the Pope.

The skills I have won’t have any effect.

I’ve already used my network to its maximum.

Jisoo has been silent after using a lot of her power.

‘………Is there nothing?’

This is the Room of Proof. A place completely cut off from society and the outside world.

It’s a space where I cannot utilize or supplement the connections or money that I have found useful so far.

As I searched for various methods… I suddenly felt pathetic.

‘Connections, money, assistance… is there nothing I can do beyond those?’

Everyone said that gathering such connections and money was your ability.

But that ability is of no use here and now.

Am I really supposed to helplessly watch as the Saint falls?

‘Damn it…!!’

I want to scream right now. This is absurd, don’t let the Former God intervene suddenly.

However, that would merely be an excuse for a loser.

I have to find a way, somehow.

Since I confidently told the Saint to leave everything to me.

Naturally, I have to uphold that promise.

<Fortuneteller, how much longer must I wait?>

“…….”

<You appear rather haughty. Have you considered killing one of the dissenters to even the numbers…? That was my first thought. Haha!!>

…Wait a minute.

Even numbers? Balancing the numbers? 2 to 2?

‘What if.’

What if there was one more person here who qualified to evaluate the proof?

Then it would be 3 to 3, right?

‘For now, I’m not qualified, that’s impossible.’

I may have been able to come to the Room of Proof, but I cannot evaluate the Saint’s proof.

Only that damn Former God, the Pope, the Cardinals, and the Saints can do that.

As long as Jisoo remains silent, the only one left is that Former God. Everyone, including the Pope and the Cardinals, is here.

So that leaves…

“…Ha, haha. Could it be that you came here knowing about this?”

<Hmm?>

“Then…….”

The problem is how to convey the news to her, who is currently on the surface.

I can’t leave this room, and I have no means to communicate remotely.

So what do I do? It’s not possible to read my heart from afar──

“It works?”

“……Huh?”

“I’m sorry, Namgoong Min Oppa. Actually, I’ve been watching you since yesterday. As I looked up at the clouds from down below… I saw you calling me.”

Saying something somewhat eerie while beaming a smile.

There are many questions I want to ask.

“Not like that, Eileen.”

“Yes?”

“──The best entrance.”

The timing is remarkable.

As I reached out to take Eileen’s hand, ready to introduce her here.

‘Wait, is it alright to reveal Eileen’s identity here…?’

It’s not like she’s hiding the fact that she’s a Saint for no reason.

Especially in the middle of the Church, in front of the Pope and Cardinals, what would happen if I revealed she’s a Saint?

‘Ultimately, this is our affair, she and I… Ah.’

Gradually, my head began to droop.

It’s simple to say that Eileen is a Saint here. But is that the path for her?

Saying that here means I’m asking her to sacrifice herself for the sake of the Saint and me.

Especially in front of that cunning and sly Former God.

I held Eileen’s hand, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak.

“…As expected, until this moment, Namgoong Min Oppa is kind.”

“Eileen. I… was mistaken. I…”

“Don’t say that. You didn’t forget what I told you yesterday, did you?”

“…….”

“You saved me and my sister, so now it’s our turn.”

Swoosh.

“I’ll leave this to you, sister.”

Letting go of my hand, Eileen took a step forward.

“Of course. It’s my role and my job.”

With a confident smile, she gathers everyone’s attention.

Doubt, questions, shock, confusion, conflict.

Receiving all those emotions and gazes while still maintaining her smile.

General Skill <Holy Radiance>.

“…Huh?”

She spreads her wings.

Wings that seem made of light and warmth, with a halo floating above her head, radiating holiness throughout her body.

What I saw was no different from what the Saint had once proven.

“You, you must be…?”

“Eileen Teddy Bear, <Saint>.”

“What the…?”

“…Goodness.”

“Eileen… you actually.”

“After all, I can’t hide it for my entire life, right? Saint, I know you’re worried, but I’m not really that scared. Unlike you… I have unfaltering faith.”

“…….”

The <Holy Radiance> wrapped around her is undoubtedly the proof that she is a Saint.

Before such thoughts could settle in, Cassandra stepped forward.

“That’s a lie! If there was a Saint, a revelation would have already occurred──”

“You, the heretic. You’re thinking of your son right now, aren’t you?”

“Wh-What!?”

“You’re worried about your son, who will face the same downfall if you lose here. Let’s see… Inquisition? Well played infiltrating here. Isn’t this the Saint’s base?”

“……<Eye for Reading Hearts>…?”

“Of course, she can do it because she’s the Saint.”

No, that’s not true. That’s just her pretending to read the hearts of those she secretly investigated.

I should be refuting this.

“…….”

Instead of voicing her internal rebuttal, Cassandra quietly lowered her head.

If that woman called Eileen is indeed <Saint>, then siding with the Saint to make it 3 to 3.

After going down the Tower of Proof, Cassandra would have to face two Saints as enemies.

Ultimately, even Saints will clamor against one another, but before that, it’s evident she must eliminate this opposing faction.

It’s better to acknowledge that Eileen is a Saint and build even a little favor with her.

Thus, Cassandra couldn’t deny that Eileen was a Saint until the very end.

What was important to Cardinal Cassandra was not faith, nor conviction, but reality.

And that was the same for Cardinal Skoll.

‘I’ve already broken ties with the Saint. But ironically, because of that, I’ll be a valuable asset to the Saint…!’

When the Saint and Saint battle for the Church’s leadership, Skoll can’t help but side with the Saint.

Knowing this well, Skoll remained silent from the beginning.

With two Cardinals silent, the gaze naturally turned upward.

“What do you think? Do I seem like a Saint?”

<…Amazing, a Saint born after the usurper…? I’ve never seen a being like you before.>

“Can I take that as you acknowledging that I’m a Saint?”

<Of course. Rather, I’m quite interested in you.>

“Why? Someone like you should already have someone else.”

Eileen, who responded in that way, glanced back at me.

…No one can possibly not understand the meaning behind that action, and in an instant, numerous complicated gazes flew toward me.

I’m happy that my ideal type, Eileen, said that, but let’s put that aside for now.

I looked at Eileen, who stood confidently in front of the Former God, and opened my mouth.

“Eileen Saint, what do you think of Raphael Martina’s proof?”

“Of course, as Namgoong Min said, he has sufficiently proven himself.”

“Then this makes it 3 to 3, doesn’t it? Isn’t that right?”

<Hmm………>

As I glared again at the Former God.

Cardinal Skoll spoke up.

“Eileen Saint! Here, you must refuse the proof! Abolishing the Saint’s qualifications is for future considerations!”

“What the heretic says is always unpleasant.”

“If you go down with the Saint now, you will have to fight for power against him! The political struggle against the Saint who has already seized the Inquisition will be difficult. I, Skoll, will support you, Saint, so here…!”

“Bark, bark, bark.”

“Saint!”

Even Skoll’s shout only made Eileen scoff as if it were absurd.

Beside her, Cassandra was waiting for the right moment to interject, and the Pope had been watching all this with interest.

And the Former God was.

<How about using my hand here?>

“Bark, bark.”

<Haha, your response is amusing. But it’s not a bad proposal, is it? If you do, I’ll guarantee heaven with that Fortuneteller you love so much.>

“I’m already in heaven.”

<Oho.>

It felt like a game of avoid-the-throw as the Former God teased Eileen.

The Room of Proof became noisy for a moment.

Skoll shouted while bringing up political reasons; Cassandra began to advocate for Eileen; the Former God continued to seduce Eileen.

As Eileen’s voice grew in reaction,

The atmosphere gradually became heated.

“Stop.”

General Skill <Holy Radiance>.

The Saint spreads their wings.

In an instant, she cuts off her lifespan and grants her “wish.”

[It would be nice if everyone shut up.]

Under that incomprehensible power, everyone’s mouths forcibly shut due to a pressure they didn’t understand.

Now, the Saint, who had been silent until now, lifted her head.

Toward the divine throne above.

“God.”

<……….>

“I believe in you. I believe in your existence. I believe that you are in this world. I believe that you created this world, believe in your glory and heaven.”

<……Hmm.>

“And so, absurdly, as a mere leftover of the <Saint>, I shall ask you.”

<Speak.>

“Did Raphael go to heaven?”

<……….>

No one present could fail to understand that question.

They all knew that the current Saint, Raphael Martina, was not the ‘real Raphael.’

Especially not the Former God.

As the being who directly created the cruel and brutal act of the <Saint>’s persona consuming the original self, they couldn’t be unaware.

That’s why the Saint asked their God.

The small, delicate child, their brother, the five-year-old boy.

Had he gone to heaven, just as they had believed until now?

They whispered the one thing they most wanted to ask God, earnestly.
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