I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 200

……Failure?

“I never expected my mother to say that to me.”

“Of course, objectively speaking, you are indeed excellent as a Warlock, but—by my standards, you are a failure.”

Her standards.

Lucas frowned, reading much from that short sentence.

“Mother.”

“Speak, Warlock.”

“Do you consider me your son?”

“No.”

“Then why did you marry my father, Arthur?”

“That’s… a personal matter that’s hard for me to explain.”

Saying this, the Principal smiled.

Lucas may not have known, but it was a warm smile that she had never shown to any of the fortunetellers.

Was it because Lucas was her son, or because of her special job?

“Alright, let’s change the question. What’s that behind you…?”

Something black, disgusting, ugly, and gigantic located behind the Principal.

Lucas couldn’t hide his disgust at it, writhing incessantly as if it were breathing.

However, the Principal only patted it gently with her soft voice.

“It was once a friend, but now it’s the closest thing to my dream.”

“What…?”

“Look.”

Woosh.

The Principal unleashed a spell that caused mild pain and drove it into the Black Something.

Considering its size and shape, such a trivial spell would be less than a pinprick to the Black Something.

“Gyaaaaaaaaa!!!”

It howled loudly.

The Black Something screamed as if the entire Dream Within a Dream was about to split apart.

Gradually.

“…Monster?”

“A monster, you say? This… yes. It’s better to call it a Guardian.”

“A Guardian…?”

“A savior meant to protect the world from the Gate instead of a special job.”

The wailing Black Something eventually spat out another black creature.

A monster that had a caterpillar-like body, large mouth, and spider-like legs—the very same monster Lucas and his companions had fought through.

‘Is that how they produced those numbers?’

The number of monsters Lucas initially encountered was close to hundreds of thousands. Even if the Principal had been tirelessly producing them since ten days ago when she first locked herself in the Dream Within a Dream, that’s an extraordinary number.

What if she was not just producing for ten days but was truly intent on spawning monsters?

Though the Black Something must have its limits, producing hundreds of thousands of monsters seemed like a small issue for it.

Outwardly and magically.

‘Even as the “Master of Magic”, the Black Something appears stable. It’s hard to seek self-destruction….’

Dealing with it here would be the answer.

Regardless of the fact that Lucas called the Principal “Mother” and believed it to be true.

In his eyes, the Principal was completely insane.

“If you had gone out, it would have been proper for Arthur to execute you, as you are one of his people.”

“Hmm?”

The original line of Arthur.

Though it now ruled all of Europe as a grand family, he remembered that the beginning was as a lowly executioner.

All the heads of the Arthur family didn’t hide their humble past. Instead, they proudly displayed it and never took it as a weakness.

Thus, Arthur is the executioner.

Thus, Arthur executes all enemies.

“It wasn’t a pleasant reunion… Mother.”

Did she purposely wait, or was it that she didn’t notice?

The first move was taken by Lucas.

Job Skill <Parallel Thinking>.

In that moment, Lucas’s brain split into two.

Using one hand for a different spell while simultaneously chanting and unleashing another spell.

As the most basic and numerous job among magic classes, the <Wizard> skill requires a lifetime of effort to master multi-casting.

But Lucas, endowed with the special job of <Warlock>, resolved it as a skill he possessed by default, and threw scorching flames and bolts of lightning.

Fwoosh!! Crackle!!!

However, the Principal’s reaction was simple.

Without properly manifesting her magic, she merely flicked her fingers.

With just that, a translucent barrier that appeared before the Principal blocked all of Lucas’s spells.

“The failure of a hybrid, huh… not really a preferred combination.”

“I feel the same way…!!”

Blazing heat, glacial cold, storms, thunder, space, annihilation, summoning.

With various types of magic unleashed simultaneously, Lucas quickly put distance between himself and the Principal.

Using a steel summoner as a shield, he shot dozens of spells in various directions with a time difference.

The basics and utmost goals a simple wizard could pursue.

Lucas was confident that the firepower released from a magical bombardment, which ordinary wizards could never achieve even if they died and came back to life, was under his control.

But.

“Unnecessarily chaotic.”

In stark contrast to Lucas, who was shooting dozens of spells, the Principal had manifested only one spell.

That translucent barrier created by her finger flick.

The spells that couldn’t surpass that thin, yet thick barrier detonated in the air.

Lucas knew what that magic was.

“<Combat Barrier>…!”

<Combat Barrier>.

For any <Battle Wizard>, who has the next highest numbers after <Wizard>, it was basic magic that everyone possesses.

If a Battle Wizard wished, they could maintain that barrier constantly, consuming their mental energy continuously while also serving as a shield to let them move freely.

So, naturally, the higher the skill of the <Battle Wizard>, the larger and sturdier the barrier becomes…or so he thought.

What stood before him now was not a barrier but an outright fortress.

“Gah!”

Bombarding with multiple spells, creating massive explosions with elemental backlash, compressing space itself, casting curses to disorient, summoning creatures to bind him, or dropping something like meteors for a physical block—

No matter what Lucas threw, the Principal merely approached slowly, calmly.

‘The disparity in abilities is clear.’

While Lucas possessed the special job of <Warlock>, the superior variant among all magic classes, the Principal was merely a <Battle Wizard>.

Lucas may have had a far greater repertoire of magic available to him, but the Principal was a master of using her relatively fewer spells to their maximum potential, even reaching the level of creating new magic.

In such a confrontation, Lucas could clearly see it.

At least in terms of magic, there wouldn’t be anyone greater than the Principal in this world. That included Lucas himself.

“Is this the end?”

With Lucas’s most earnest spells getting blocked by just a <Combat Barrier>.

Moreover, the Principal hadn’t even properly used combat magic yet. While she did use summoned creatures or defensive spells to protect herself, it was questionable how long that could hold against the Principal’s magic.

No matter how he looked at it, the situation felt unfavorable, enough to feel a sense of helplessness and doubt.

Yet, Lucas’s eyes, hidden behind his summoned creatures, burned with fighting spirit.

‘Ultimately, the <Combat Barrier> is a shield sustained by mental energy. If I can only shake her resolve, there’s a chance of victory here.’

But the Principal, whom he called “Mother,” was as unfazed as ever. How could he shake her proud and steadfast spirit?

Lucas already knew the answer.

He just needed time.

“Admit it, you’re quite skilled for your age. But there’s something called experience and maturity in this world, Warlock.”

“…To the end.”

“Hmm?”

“Until the end, you still don’t call me your son, but ‘Warlock.’”

“…Didn’t you hear earlier? Biologically, you are indeed my son, but I do not regard you as a son. Thus, it’s only natural.”

“No, I understand. It’s just.”

“Just…?”

“…I just clarified my feelings. Principal!!”

Job Skill <Master of Magic>.

He unleashed the true powers of a <Warlock> that he hadn’t used until now.

<Master of Magic>—a skill that allows one to understand and interpret all magic just by observing it.

Lucas’s breakthrough lay precisely in that part.

“<Master of Magic>? A great skill, no doubt, but even with that, you can’t undermine my <Combat Barrier>….”

“I’ll reconstruct them faster than you can insert spells. I know that well.”

“…You’ve become more concise.”

There was no need to respond to her last words.

Showing it through action was enough.

“Then what exactly do you plan to do…?!”

In that instant.

KABOOM!!!

As the Principal, realizing Lucas’s intentions, hurriedly unleashed combat magic to obliterate all defenses and charged through.

Fully engaged in battle, the Principal was no opponent Lucas could contend with.

She shattered all magic and summons in a mere moment as she aimed for Lucas.

But by then, time had been more than sufficient.

“Ugh!?…Cough!!!”

“What’s wrong? Try reconstructing again. If you can.”

What Lucas analyzed with <Master of Magic> was neither the Principal’s <Combat Barrier> nor the attack magic she was using now.

What Lucas aimed for was… a spell to prevent sleep.

‘We barely survived using Liu’s artifact, but the Principal shows no signs of it whatsoever.’

In the first place, artifacts capable of resisting the sleep of Dream Within a Dream are exceedingly rare, and even if worn, they tend to stand out like a crown.

But the artifact the Principal possessed solely enhanced magical effectiveness or physical abilities. It offered no hint of another artifact.

So there was only one answer.

“She must be resisting with a magic she created herself.”

The understanding of a spell to prevent sleep exists, but it wouldn’t work against the sleep of Dream Within a Dream. Therefore, it must be a magic she created personally.

This meant that even with the <Master of Magic> skill, Lucas needed time to interpret it.

Of course, that was barely a few minutes.

“This… is…!!”

As the Principal’s magic was deciphered, she immediately clutched her head and knelt.

Her eyes kept closing, her spirit grew hazy, and her strength faltered.

The Principal’s mental resilience was undoubtedly strong, managing to withstand the slumber of Dream Within a Dream, but—

As her spirit started to unravel, the <Combat Barrier> was already deactivated.

“To reconstruct your magic three times during sleep, you’re really a monster.”

“You… how…!!!”

“In reality, I had long since borrowed the spell that prevents sleep. It took some time to decipher it for dismantling, but…”

“…My, my magic…!!”

Watching him replicate her magic just by observing it and then dismantling it.

That was where the terrifying power of <Master of Magic> lay.

Given sufficient time… Lucas was nearly invincible within the realm of magical classes.

‘If the Principal had genuinely attacked with full intent, it would have been a disaster. What a relief.’

Indeed, if she had killed him with high-powered magic before he had the opportunity to decipher it, Lucas would have had no chance. The Principal was entirely capable of doing that.

But the Principal never harbored the desire to kill her son with the special job of <Warlock>.

She simply hadn’t expected that his magic would be unraveled in this less-than-three-minute timeframe.

“………….”

The Principal continued to resist her drowsiness, but that was all.

If he launched a magic attack now, she would surely die.

But.

“…Sleep well.”

“You… you… you…”

What Lucas used was not an aggressive spell, but a spell of slumber.

As the sleep spell melded with the drowsiness of Dream Within a Dream, the Principal finally fell asleep and collapsed.

As Lucas turned his gaze to handle the Black Something after leaving her behind.

“…Let’s go in.”

“…Rain? What about Namgoong Min?”

“Namgoong Min… has disappeared into <My Little Fortune Teller's Shop>. He left emergency supplies there… so he said there’s no need to hurry.”

“………….”

“At the same time, he said this was probably our last chance. So.”

The Principal.

No, into Mother’s dream.

“Let’s… go in.”

Rain clenched her fists tightly, biting her lip… and looked at Lucas.

And Lucas could not refuse the words of his younger sister, who had her mother right before her eyes.