I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 203

The girl was no longer a girl.

She had already become an adult.

All her companions from the past were dead.

Some called her a hero, while others resented her.

Now, she clung to a childhood dream that had become an obsession, tethered by Hector’s last words.

And thus, she was merely surviving, extended in life in an ugly manner.

The girl who longed for specialness had, in time, become the standard of what it meant to be special.

What remains for her now?

Even she, who had ceased to be a girl, could not be sure.

But at the very least, one thing was certain.

Despite all the special ones drifting away from her…

That one voice still remained.

That was a certainty.

*

“…You masked your face.”

“Rain?”

“So… that’s why no matter how much I investigated, I couldn’t figure it out. It was a face that didn’t exist in the first place. The name I know must be fake, and everything I knew was a lie?”

Hector Arthur, who once despised the principal, had disappeared by then.

Lucas narrowed his eyes at his mumbling brother.

‘The reason for marrying our father…’

Was it because he shared the same name as the man who had died long ago?

Was it because only their father was a person who would agree to an insane promise of using children as he wished instead of marrying?

Or if not…

—Ugh, ah…

—This experiment has failed again… Why? Surely the two most special genes should have combined.

—Huh?

—Did I need to create it from the beginning rather than giving birth myself? But for that, I’d need special professions… I can’t just kidnap those who protect the world…

—Uh, um?

—…Yeah, let’s observe a bit more. If I take my time, I’ll surely achieve the best results.

The principal had eyes that were infinitely dull and devoid of emotion.

Yet, strangely… absurdly, she was filled with hope.

The problem was that this hope was rooted in the inhumane experiment she had undertaken on her own child.

“…”

Rain remained silent.

No matter how much Min Namgoong was mentioned, their mother was the very person Rain had been searching for over a decade.

The only warm light amidst the cold and painful Arthur family.

It was commendable how Rain, who had so desperately sought her mother, managed to hold on in the face of such a harsh truth.

‘…Let’s leave her be.’

I had said everything I could possibly say. There was no point in speaking to Rain again; nothing new would reach her.

Above all, this was a weight she alone had to bear.

In the end, even Namgoong Min could not share it with her, let alone Lucas, her older brother.

The memories of her mother were warmth that only Rain possessed.

Even if that warmth were to burn her… ultimately, it was a problem she had to overcome by herself.

‘Rain.’

I believe in you.

I believe you can endure everything and ultimately seize happiness with Namgoong Min.

Because I believe in you… I won’t help you.

Even if I were to offer help, it wouldn’t make Rain Arthur whole again.

Thus, Lucas looked resolutely not at Rain but at the principal.

There were still pasts that needed to be heard.

*

—It’s beyond our capacity.

Unintentionally, she muttered that.

Having started learning magic at the age of ten, the Battle Wizard had become a being who had lived for nearly a hundred years.

Having crossed the Gate countless times throughout someone’s lifetime, fighting monsters… she finally realized the truth she had long been ignoring.

Her specialness could not save the world.

Even gathering all the other special people would be impossible.

The renowned special professions kept dying, and though she considered lowering the bar for specialness, those who fled the battlefield came to mind.

It was a compromise she could not afford. Those born with specialness were undeniably the true special ones, in her unwavering belief.

But now it was time to face reality.

Specialness alone couldn’t protect the world.

And that’s why…

—If you can’t save the world with your specialness…

—Shouldn’t you create the most special existence instead?

The voice that had whispered from long ago.

At first, she hadn’t bothered because she believed in her own specialness.

Later, reason had put a stop to it.

Only when pushed to the last resort did it start to sound sweet.

The words of that voice.

She could not ignore.

But she did not cross the line.

Though she knew using people was the most efficient approach, she turned a blind eye to it.

And so, while she piled up countless attempts and failures, hmm.

Was there a need to sugarcoat it?

Ultimately, it went awry.

*

“If I can’t use others… Then I can use a child I’ve given birth to?”

With the most ‘special’ principal, and with Hector Arthur, who wasn’t a special profession but had been special like her—couldn’t that child be the most ‘special’ experiment?

‘She’s lost her mind.’

Lucas clenched his jaw, unable to contain his disgust.

The thought that such a being—could be their mother was nothing short of revolting.

Though he understood the principal’s life could elicit sympathy, it didn’t erase or forgive the things she had done to Lucas and Rain.

Hypocrisy is still hypocrisy, and a kind lie is ultimately still a lie.

The fact that the principal had used Lucas and Rain as subjects was the simple truth.

“…”

Thus, Lucas did not glance at Rain’s expression.

…The truth was, he wanted to see her and comfort her right away, but.

He steeled himself and endured.

Lucas trusted Rain even more than he trusted Namgoong Min.

*

Rain Arthur stared blankly at the scene before her.

—Because I gave it affection, the transformation magic worked better. Is the psychological trust affecting it? I guess I’ll have to act that way.

Acting like a loving mother from the start, the principal.

—Even if this subject becomes the most special existence… Ultimately, it would still be impossible alone. I need a womb capable of producing other special ones.

The reason she chose Rain, a girl and not Lucas, as the male.

—A Psychic… what a wonderful specialness. Being inherently special, and if I add my specialness, this subject will surely…!!

Never once calling Rain ‘daughter,’ only ever referring to her as ‘subject.’

The principal only used kind terms when acting.

When alone or drafting research reports while magically putting Rain to sleep, they were filled with madness.

“…”

When fury and horror reached their peak… did they turn into emptiness instead?

Suddenly, Rain recalled her childhood after her mother had vanished.

—Remember this, the strong can do anything to the weak. If you’re weak, you can only be robbed.

The time when young her was forced into the distorted logic of strong and weak through the lashes of a whip.

—Rob and trample them. You’re strong. It’s okay to do anything.

The days when her thoughts slowly twisted.

Though there had been such ‘education’ before her mother’s disappearance, it only intensified afterward. Rain had to endure alone without receiving affection from anyone.

Thus, she longed for and missed her mother even more.

‘Someone like her?’

Yes, like someone like that.

…Rain remembers.

After the duel between Namgoong Min and Hector, she spoke to conclude the enmity with her father.

At that time, Rain had taken one of Hector’s arms.

—Your mother… that woman was the most wicked human I ever knew, and she died as a consequence of her sins. That’s all there is to it.

She also remembered the words Hector had left behind.

She hadn’t believed them, of course; they were words she had naturally doubted.

But now she could no longer deny their truth.

“Hah…”

The most wicked human? Hector, you’re wrong.

You were just as wicked as that mother.

At least unlike my mother, who maintained her act until the very end before me, you were consistent from start to finish.

‘Was I… unhappy?’

The figure known as father had endlessly whipped and brainwashed her; her mother regarded her merely as a subject, and even her brother treated her coldly after coming home from the back alleys.

During all that, she had trampled those around her with the twisted logic of strong and weak, labeled a wicked woman.

Even living through that, in the end, her life would end as a marital tool of the Arthur family.

Could I say that I’ve lived the most unfortunate life, deserving of sympathy?

“…No.”

Even if my past were truly unhappy.

If my past was unhappy, would it mean my current wrongdoings can be excused?

That’s impossible.

Knowing that better than anyone, she took Hector’s arm and reminded herself of that every time she was alone.

Of course, the mistakes of the period when Rain was called a wicked woman didn’t disappear.

“Just because the past was unhappy? Just because my companions died?”

“Rain…?”

“So what? Does that mean it’s fine to cross the line? Just because I saved countless people, it’s all right to use a few as I please?”

No, it’s not.

With every step Rain took, the surrounding scenery changed.

The baby Rain grew steadily older, and the principal’s research report gradually thickened.

And at last.

One fateful midnight, after an especially painful education session…

—As I thought, this experiment failed. Is it because of the Psychic profession? The transformation magic couldn’t penetrate beyond a certain threshold.

—Though I spent quite a long time on it… now it seems hopeless.

The principal left Rain alone in the room.

There were no solemn vows or resolute decisions to be found there.

Only a light-hearted mindset saying it was a failure, and thus she was leaving.

—…Leaving? So that disgusting experiment is over?

—Now you can do whatever you want with that subject. It’s by promise, right? You can leave as you please too.

—Is that okay? After getting along so well?

—Now it’s just a failure.

—…

—Goodbye.

—…So, goodbye.

With those parting words, Hector shot an arrow at the principal’s departing back.

Startled, she immediately conjured magic, but as a different thought crossed her mind, she was struck by the arrow, bleeding out and collapsing.

But Rain saw it. Since it was within a lucid dream, she could tell.

She saw the principal creating a fake corpse with magic and slipping away.

—With this… the cleanup is tidy.

Her youthful self, the one who suffered, was left behind.

With not a shred of reluctance, her mother departed.

And so.

“I saw it all; I saw everything. Didn’t I, brother?”

“…Yeah.”

“It was a predictable past, a cliché emotional manipulation. Did you think I would forgive my mother or acknowledge her? That she was a good person from the start? That she had an innocent side?”

Yes, if it were Namgoong Min— the person Rain loves— he might be enraged yet still come to terms with it.

He might act aloof, but he was someone with an open heart and a lot of kindness.

He wouldn’t have asked for reconciliation with the principal, but at the very least, he would have sympathized with her.

But not Rain.

“Sorry, but I’m narrow-minded, venomous, and a wicked woman. This kind of past… cannot hold me back.”

The lucid dream had ended.

She could still choose to look beyond it, but Rain firmly shook her head.

She would merely raise her Superpower.

…Just staring at the voice she had been hearing since earlier, that narration.

“So tell me. Who are you?”

“…”

“You’re neither my mother nor the principal’s hidden feelings. So is it the voice only the principal could hear?”

“…I suppose that sounds a bit unpleasant.”

Step by step.

Rain and Lucas were no longer in the Arthur Mansion.

They were in a place where everything was white, and even the sensations felt confusing.

But they were not the only ones there.

“I’m the very one who took that bastard down.”

“…Rain, be careful. The Master of Magic doesn’t work here.”

“Does the Psychic not…?”

“Who am I, you ask? It’s simple enough.”

With a sword radiating with rainbow shades.

With her long black hair flowing freely.

A beautiful girl, seemingly just turned into an adult, gazed at Lucas and Rain.

With a smile that spread across her lips.

“I’m your sister-in-law, you brat.”