I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 186

The proof has come to an end.

As the evidence of the so-called former god concluded.

So did the proof regarding the saint.

“Thus, that one is merely a self-proclaimed god and cannot participate in the proof evaluation of Raphael Martina. Accordingly… the proof is declared concluded with 3 in favor and 2 against.”

Under normal circumstances, the Pope would conclude the proof, but there was no objection to my assumption of that role.

It was only natural. At this moment, I was the fortuneteller who resolved the utmost sacrilege of the self-proclaimed god.

No one could say anything even if I chose to end what I started.

And so, after the proof against the self-proclaimed god had ended, aside from the saint, who was exhausted and bowing his head, everyone else was aiming their weapons at him.

He was glaring at me with a face riddled with cracks.

<...Ha, ha! That's right, indeed. This much is only fitting to justify the painful experiments I endured to create you...>

“A failed product.”

<Honestly, what a shameful result. While your fortunetelling ability was somewhat passable, everything else was entirely below par. It was a disgrace just to share the name Namgoong Min.>

Had he perhaps cooled his head during our exchange?

In stark contrast to his earlier rage, the former god seemed to have regained his composure as he spoke softly.

<Now that I think about it, what a greater shame. I was trying to make another human to ridicule a god... What a disgrace it is to myself.>

Correction.

Thanks to his anger rising to the top of his head, he now seemed eerily calm.

<The church has become a ridiculous sight. A god that denies the divine? What a farce.>

“Our god is omnipotent and not someone who can’t even guess a single turned card.”

In response to the former god’s mockery, the Pope replied with a gentle smile.

For a moment, the former god’s cracked face turned towards the Pope, but objectively speaking, the Pope floating in the air, distorted by <Space Magic>, was far more overwhelming than the former god.

Cassandra and Skoll, being non-combat classes, only drew their weapons for self-defense, but that was more than enough.

‘Since the declaration about the saint’s proof has been made, the lack of rebuttal signifies…’

It must be a form of surrender.

Perhaps it was because the significance of their assistance in subduing the utmost sacrilege of the self-proclaimed god, combined with the appearance of a saintess to battle the saint for power, left everything dependent on that.

It was a truly mercenary thought, but it was helpful at this moment.

“Namgoong Min, that blasphemous being is trying to escape.”

“…Eileen, can you stop that?”

“If I use maximum <Holy Radiance>… I might be able to!”

No matter how much the fallen “former” god might be, he could still be trapped by a human creation.

What if he faced off against world-leading figures like Scarlet Redfield, the Principal, or the Pope in a one-on-one? Would he lose?

‘Well, from the moment he was usurped by Jisu, he was finished.’

Considering how much trouble that bastard gave Jisu, it was only natural to catch him here.

I shook my head toward Eileen, who seemed readying <Holy Radiance>.

“Why…”

“There’s no longer any worth in him.”

He was already a feeble existence, incapable of intervening in reality. Whispering futures to emperors, principals, and mediators was likely his limit.

Let alone in the “Room of Proof,” a space that he created where he could exert his power to the maximum.

When evaluating his previous appearances objectively.

With the entire Special Class present, we could easily overpower that imitation of a god.

‘Besides, even if I manage to grasp his ankles, I can’t say for sure that I can truly hold him down.’

No matter how much Eileen claimed she could recover her lifespan exhausted from <Holy Radiance>, it would only suffice to stop his escape.

If he intended to struggle, who knows how it might turn out?

‘Though having the Pope around makes it seem worth a shot…’

Honestly, the one I trust the least is that insane utilitarian, which is why I’m hesitant.

I’ve come to realize that the former god is not a significant threat, so I could just wait for the right opportunity to catch him later.

There was no need to rush things right here.

It was just after I finished thinking that.

<And…you, truly a remarkable saint. Though you stand with that audacious human, I still have considerable interest in you.>

“Get lost.”

<If you truly wish to serve the real god, feel free to come anytime. I shall personally dote on you.>

Ah, damn it.

What the hell is that bastard talking about?

“This blasphemous scoundrel dares—”

<My Private Fortune Teller's Shop>.

Eileen’s next words did not reach my ears.

Before I knew it, the two of us were not in the Room of Proof but rather inside a fortune teller’s shop filled with a deep purple hue.

<...!!>

“That bastard, the so-called god gets caught in skills like this? It’s quite pathetic.”

True, I was a bit rash in my actions… but I really didn’t expect it to work.

It seems he is influenced by Eileen’s <Holy Radiance>, and the being is weaker than anticipated.

‘His pride must be shattered by this.’

Not only was he hit by my job skill, but he also couldn’t resist <My Private Fortune Teller's Shop>.

Although I shouldn’t linger too long, considering how confused the Room of Proof would be about the sudden disappearance.

“Hey.”

<Truly arrogant...>

“Forget everything, and once I finish what I have to do, I’ll leave with my people.”

──Wait patiently.

That was the most arrogant declaration I could have made to the former god.

The two of us stared at each other.

The root cause of all this, the brother of the usurper.

We were both entities that could not be tolerated by one another.

*

The proof has concluded.

After the traitor, Namgoong Min, suddenly disappeared with the fake god and returned, I descended the Tower of Proof and was once again recognized as the <Saint>.

The process… well, I don’t remember it very well.

Namgoong Min handed something to the Pope, Cassandra and Skoll exchanged words, and the citizens congratulated…

When I regained my awareness, I found myself seated in the reception room.

“Wh…here…”

“Oh, looks like you’re finally coming to your senses.”

“…Eileen?”

“Right now, I’m the saintess. Well, in any case, there’s not much difference between Eileen and me, but still.”

Slurp.

Eileen, sitting cross-legged while sipping tea, made a displeased expression.

…Why?

“Can’t you see your own condition?”

“No… I can’t.”

“Your face is stained with tears, dark circles around your eyes, and signs of fatigue and despair are all glaring. If it wasn’t for that disbelieving, non-believing female cardinal tricking you with , you wouldn’t have made it here so quickly.”

“Oh…”

“Additionally, you’ve been sitting in the same position there for three hours. Honestly, why does Lord Namgoong Min…”

“I, Namgoong Min.”

“Huh?”

“Where is the traitor…”

In that instant, Eileen’s fist barely missed my face.

So fast that I couldn’t even react.

“Mind your words? I’ve been annoyed with you since last time… what the hell are you talking about with the traitor?”

“…Ha, ha. Indeed. There was no such thing as a traitor…”

“What?”

“…Eileen. There is no such thing as a god. Such an existence should not be regarded as divine…”

──<Anything imaginable can be done, and I can create this clown-like room. That is what being a god means, you know? Do you think being a saint or saintess makes you special? >

──<Ah, that was an experiment.>

──<When I first created this world, I wondered what would happen if I breathed life into the concept of jobs... It was an inquiry of sorts. Due to my excessive involvement, I was labeled as "Saint" or "Saintess," but... >

I never doubted the existence of a god.

I thought that there must indeed be an all-powerful existence who created the world and endowed all saints and saintesses with a cursed fate.

So that my brother, Raphael, could be rewarded for his life.

I wished there was some sublime reason. Something for the sake of sustaining the world or for the salvation of humanity.

Just that, just that.

“Raphael… is not a being to be referred to as ‘an experiment’!”

“….”

“How could anyone treat him, my one and only brother, like that…?”

Could such an entity truly be a god? One who couldn’t even guess a single card?

It must not be a god. The one speaking of ‘experiments’ should not be a divine being.

Even if fleeing and singing praises of the ‘true’ god could suffice.

The saint had already come to realize reality.

“Eileen, I no longer believe in gods.”

“…Hmm.”

“Isn’t it funny? That I, considered a saint, would disbelieve in gods… and there’s no pain or punishment. I should be agonizing and suffering just like you before realizing I’m a saint. That should be the norm.”

I remember the words of that being.

Though they did say they were referred to as ‘saint’ or ‘saintess,’ that means…

“The title of <Saint> was a lie from the start.”

“….”

“Blessed sons and daughters of god… that was all a lie. The claim that one must believe in a god was pure fraud.”

If that was the case, was faith itself also a lie?

But what about Eileen? After she found ‘faith,’ her condition didn’t return to normal.

What could that possibly mean?

“What? This is just my story, but… I still believe in gods.”

“…Are you serious?”

“I hope you don’t misinterpret me. The one I believe in is not that blasphemous, pathetic bastard I saw yesterday, but Namgoong Min.”

“Excuse me?”

“Namgoong Min is my god, my everything, and the object of my faith.”

With those words from Eileen.

The saint momentarily felt as though her thoughts had stopped.

“…What do you mean by that?”

“You’ve already sensed it, right? Eileen and I both have feelings for Namgoong Min as a partner.”

“That, that’s just a human emotion! But do you mean to say that you literally think of Namgoong Min as a god…!?”

“What of it? He’s the one who cares for me, nurtures me, and saved me. Isn’t it true that Namgoong Min, who saved me, is the true god compared to that so-called omnipotent figure who couldn’t even rescue Eileen?”

The words were lengthy, but the meaning was singular.

“In short, faith is necessary. Just as you believed in god until now, I could live through my faith in Namgoong Min.”

“…Then what should I believe in from now on?”

“Well… in my eyes, it seems you already possess something.”

“Excuse me?”

What the hell does that mean?

“…It’s time, my guest will arrive.”

“What do you mean, a guest?”

“The one who is currently worried about you the most in this world. Don’t act obliviously.”

Eileen, who had shown clear signs of not wanting to move, stood up from her seat.

I reflexively followed suit, but her sharp gaze made me sit back down.

‘A guest…?’

Who could she be talking about?

Soon, Eileen opened the door and stepped out, followed by the door opening again.

Only then did the saint realize who the guest was.

“…Cloel?”

“Raphael!”

Cloel Martina dashed towards him and embraced him, throwing aside the bouquet and fruit basket she was holding.

It was truly a big and warm embrace.

An embrace that could hide all of my wretched tear-stained face from view.

…So warm, indeed.