I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 213

The beast that has even lost to the Emperor laughs.

In some ways, without ever bending his unwavering heart.

He laughs, possessing a love and obsession that never wavers.

As I looked at him, there was only one thought in my mind.

“Disgusting.”

The contradiction that a person who was writhing in the pain of loss was creating new pains by trampling over dozens, hundreds of people.

His selfishness, in which only his wife is precious, dragging even the innocent into his web for her sake.

Let alone the ugliness of the method that clearly crossed the realm of humanity.

While it might be a romance of the century for the Emperor himself, a meeting that transcended life and death, it was a different story for those caught up in it.

It was simply horrendous.

‘…The way to revive the dead.’

Such a way did not exist within the “Romance Academy” I knew. Even with the “Holy Radiance” of a Saint, it was absolutely impossible.

Yet, I wasn’t too concerned. After all, this is not a world exactly like the game “Romance Academy.” It is stark reality.

It stands to reason that there would be countless things I don’t know.

‘Former God, the Principal’s plans, another me…’

Now, I was at a point where I knew more than I did not, but it seemed I had yet to encounter a significant barrier.

That was something I had built and walked over the past year, proving that the path I had taken was not wrong.

Once again, I approached the Emperor, who was laughing maniacally, to understand myself better.

‘I must kill him.’

The Emperor was insane. Perhaps he had been mad since the moment I first saw him.

He became deranged longing for his deceased wife and continued to live concealing that madness.

Maintaining the position of an Emperor, he attempted all manner of ways to revive his dead wife.

His dream crumbled after losing the political battle against Kim Sung-il, and in the end, he poured everything he had into one last effort.

But he had no intention of showing that result to the Emperor.

‘I haven’t killed a person yet…’

In reality and here, I have never killed anyone.

After all, “Romance Academy” was not a grim story where someone dies. It might have been to be expected.

Yet, even though the situation had come where I had to kill someone with my own hands, I had no hesitation.

Was it because I had become accustomed to bodies after burying my parents myself?

Was it because I had strengthened my mind through the days I had lived?

‘More than that──’

It was the fact that I had seen the Emperor overlap with that cultist.

And the fact that I would kill the Emperor, who was also that cultist, with my own hands.

That was… without a hint of wordplay, the long-cherished wish of my life.

At this moment, I bore no ideals, solemnity, guilt, or sense of responsibility.

Only the thirst for revenge.

Even projecting that scumbag onto someone else, I merely welcomed the revenge I would finally achieve with my own hands.

My head was complicated. Too complicated.

Even if I kill the Emperor, can I do so with these feelings and thoughts? Will I feel satisfied after killing him?

Unable to provide answers to all those questions.

As I approached to kill the collapsed Emperor before he regained consciousness──

Thud!!

“What—Gah!?”

Something flying from somewhere pierced the thigh that was nearing the Emperor.

In an instant, the pain throbbed in my brain and with my weakening legs I crumpled to the ground, and in a flash, my black suit was stained with red blood.

Thanks to the effect of “Cleanliness,” the red-stained suit returned to black.

But I could not rise again.

This is…

“…A spear?”

“It’s been a while, Fortuneteller junior.”

From beyond the darkness of the Underground Prison.

The one who threw the blunt spear, seemingly not properly maintained, revealed herself—Crown Princess Kim Ha-neul.

She looked a bit tired, as if she had hurried over.

Yet… the calm demeanor I had seen on the plane remained unchanged.

“Kim Ha…neul.”

“Oh my, you don’t even call me senior now that I’ve been expelled? No more that insolent tycoon, huh?”

“How… so fast…”

“Well, someone helped me… tsk, to think I would receive help from that scumbag.”

Help? From whom?

Is there someone who could help the current Emperor and Kim Ha-neul?

Not even Orkel and Kim Woo-sung mentioned it…?

“Ha, haha… you did as the letter said, Kim Ha-neul.”

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

“You still call me Your Majesty. Out of pity?”

“Surely not. You need to remain as Your Majesty; you make for an excellent stepping stone for my purpose.”

“Haha! Right, that’s how you should be… Come inside. The preparations are already complete.”

“This Fortuneteller junior…”

“To put me in now would be too much of an offering. The ceremony will need at least another hour of adjustment… if there’s an interruption during that time, it’s game over. Better be satisfied with that.”

“If that’s the case…”

Wait a minute.

You mean, you’re planning to go into that room?

For the ceremony to revive your dead wife?

“Stop.”

“………Fortuneteller junior.”

“Do you know what that Emperor is planning right now…? If you go in there…!!”

“I know.”

“What…?”

“Being called by the Emperor who shares the same name as the deceased Empress, knowing what is in that room… I know. I know perfectly well.”

What do you… mean?

“What’s in there will allow the Empress to revive through my body. Then, Kim Ha-neul will become Kim Ha-neul again.”

“You… would accept that?”

“Well, I guess the Emperor would know best what that implies.”

In that case, see you again.

Leaving behind a significant smile, Kim Ha-neul entered through the small room’s door.

‘No.’

To stop the Emperor’s plan, to save Kim Ha-neul.

I didn’t know which reason it was, but somehow I rose to my feet.

Somehow, I had to stop her.

Crack!

“…Could it be that you’re avoiding this because of those tears of blood?”

“What…”

“Isn’t it only natural? If Kim Ha-neul’s role is the center of the offering, then my role should be… to protect the ritual from the intruder.”

The Emperor, who had thrown a brick towards me, struggled on his feet, still holding his head.

Although he seemed to be in a less than complete state of shock, he looked a lot more composed than I did with a spear embedded in my thigh.

He laughed, with both his body and heart twisted.

“What can I do? Will we fight right here, or will you listen to my story?”

“A story…?”

“I’m just trying to buy time anyway. If you want… I can tell you everything about why Kim Ha-neul is acting like this. It’s safer than fighting you and possibly losing. You’ll need to stem the blood loss, right?”

“………….”

“That silence, I’ll take as a yes.”

Spit.

As the Emperor spat a broken tooth, he cast a strange smile at the now-closed door to the room where the ritual was taking place.

“Kim Ha-neul and Kim Ha-neul.”

“………….”

“I’ve tried to save her dozens of times, and all have failed. It was my arrogance. To completely revive the dead… was impossible in the first place.”

“Then…”

“So I thought. If reviving her is impossible, then at least… let’s possess her.”

…Possess?

Could it be?

“You caught on quickly. Within that room, Ha-neul’s spirit still lingers. Do you know how anxious I was knowing you and Eun-ha were here? Fortunately, her spirit remained intact. We’ll… stuff it into Kim Ha-neul’s body.”

“………That’s insane.”

“Yes, I know. It’s a huge gamble for me. Can the spirit of Ha-neul, who’s been dead for a long time, suppress Kim Ha-neul, or will Kim Ha-neul end up swallowing Ha-neul instead…?”

At that point, I finally understood why Crown Princess Kim Ha-neul willingly entered that room.

This was… a sort of opportunity.

Ultimately, Kim Ha-neul, who is only a branch of royalty,

had a chance to become Empress.

“If Ha-neul wins, there will be no problem. But if Kim Ha-neul wins… then it will still be a problem.”

“……….”

“She’s quite smart. Plus, she’s ambitious. Even if Kim Ha-neul wins… she’ll act like she’s Ha-neul to secure the position of Empress. Having been born with the same name, being a child loved by Ha-neul in her early years, she knows Ha-neul well.”

“…You’re insane.”

“Moreover, while she uses a spear, she is also an Actor. If she’s determined to act, no one, not even I, would easily notice.”

“In the end, it must be a lie.”

“Doesn’t matter. Whether she’s the real Ha-neul or Kim Ha-neul pretending to be Ha-neul… it’s all the same since this is my last shot.”

The last chance.

According to the Emperor’s words, this indeed was the last opportunity.

For both him and Kim Ha-neul, it was an endless gamble.

The last chance.

“If the dead Empress returns, the repercussions will be enormous. Above all, she will be Kim Ha-neul in appearance, not Kim Ha-neul the Empress.”

“I’ve said it doesn’t matter. Until Kim Sung-il, that rotten son graduates, I certainly can pass through as the Emperor of this nation. Kim Sung-il is not heartless. He must have figured out my madness by now, so he’ll probably let Ha-neul off the hook.”

“………….”

“For Kim Sung-il… Ha-neul is his mother.”

“What about Eun-ha?”

“………….”

“What about Eun-ha?”

“…I’ve gone on too long. I originally intended to spin things a bit to buy more time… but as I spoke, my thoughts changed.”

Creak.

The Emperor clenched a nearby brick, making it easier to throw with just his grip.

He glared at me ominously.

“Certainly, I must kill you myself to be satisfied.”

He’s coming. He will come.

What do I have left?

‘“Cleanliness”? This isn’t my room. I can’t use it. “My Own Little Fortune Teller’s Shop” has already been used, so I have to wait for the cooldown. “Divination” is obviously out of the question…!!’

Crack! Crash!!

Is he on edge so much that he’s guarding against counterattacks as he approaches?

The Emperor was solely threatening me by throwing bricks.

Though it’s just brick throwing, one from a “Royalty” could have the power akin to cannon fire.

The walls of the Underground Prison crumbled, the bars broke, and all manner of loud sounds resounded.

‘“Arthur” is merely a one-time damage reflection! Even if I get hit by a brick here, it would be difficult to kill the Emperor, and with his tremendous physical abilities, the chance of surviving would be…!!’

I threw my body and rolled to avoid the bricks, but I still got hit several times by broken bricks and falling walls.

The pain in my thigh grew ever stronger, and due to the blood flowing, I couldn’t see properly ahead.

In this state, it wouldn’t be surprising if that brick crushed my skull at any moment.

At the very least, if he came too close.

With this fountain pen──

“Finally… shaken.”

“What?”

“It’s over, Fortuneteller.”

While continuously throwing bricks, I wonder if he waited until I was cornered.

The Emperor, with a creepy expressionless face, threw a brick at the exact… spot of my forehead.

With no way to dodge or block anymore.

I—

Crack!

“What…?”

“Fire… arrow?”

An arrow shot down from somewhere, knocking the brick from the air.

And another shot.

Thud!!

“Ugh!?”

Like the spear, an arrow flew from the darkness, piercing the Emperor’s arm.

With bone and muscle torn apart, the Emperor grit his teeth and endured the pain, but he couldn’t help but drop the other brick he was holding.

I don’t know why, but… it felt like a familiar arrow.

The Emperor seemed to feel the same way.

“Kim Woo-sung!!!”

“…It’s been a while, Your Majesty.”

“Why! Why are you here!! You were supposed to help Kim Ha-neul!! You must have betrayed that Fortuneteller scum!!!”

“Kim Woo…sung?”

“…Namgoong Min.”

The one who helped Kim Ha-neul… was Kim Woo-sung?

Why on earth?

“Kim Woo-sung!! Answer me!!!!”

“…Your Majesty is right. I… betrayed Namgoong Min and helped Sister Kim Ha-neul. To arrive in the Daehan Empire faster.”

“Kim Woo-sung….”

“I have no regrets. After all, Your Majesty must have told Sister about my mother’s handwritten letter… I received it well.”

Mother’s letter.

With those words from Kim Woo-sung, his unusually attentive demeanor towards his mother flashed through my mind.

That’s why.

For his mother, who was on the Emperor’s side…?

“Then why are you doing this!! Don’t you value your mother’s life!!!”

“………I stopped by the palace on the way here.”

“What?”

“My mother was… nowhere to be found. Not in her room, not in her bedroom, not in Your Majesty’s office, not in the place we always met… nowhere.”

Only then did Kim Woo-sung fully reveal himself from the darkness.

He, who had shot the Emperor and saved me while claiming betrayal.

He still held the bowstring steady.

“So I only have one question. Your Majesty.”

“………….”

“Is my mother in that room…?”

“…Ha.”

The Emperor, who had been seething in rage, suddenly laughed as if all of that was just an act.

“This is why it’s so hard to use quick-witted people.”

“Your Majesty…!!!”

Bang!

As Kim Woo-sung’s eyes were filled with excitement, he quickly fired an arrow, but it was deflected by a brick that the Emperor swung carelessly.

The earlier shot was merely a surprise attack.

The Emperor easily blocked all of Kim Woo-sung’s arrows and smirked.

“So, is this the end? To betray again at the last moment? It’s rather laughable. Though I’m in this sorry state, do you really think that a dying Fortuneteller and a mere branch like you can kill me?”

Not arrogance, but absolute confidence.

While the Emperor had regained a certain degree of composure, I could barely stand and Kim Woo-sung was still at a disadvantage against the exhausted Emperor.

It would take a lot of time for the Emperor to defeat us, but simply buying time would mean a victory for him.

No matter what Kim Ha-neul may come out from that room, she would side with the Emperor.

I needed to somehow find a way to escape this situation──

“…You’re right, Your Majesty.”

“Once everyone gets this far, words become short.”

“So surely… I didn’t come alone?”

Just then.

The wind stirred.

“………!! Eun-ha!!!”

It wasn’t exactly wind. It was a single person.

But it was so fast I merely perceived it as wind.

Like she had teleported, arriving at the Underground Prison in a terrifying burst of speed, she was—

“…Our Min.”

“Eun-ha….”

“Just wait a moment.”

Ignoring the desperate screams of the Emperor, she looked solely at me with warm eyes… and stood silently in front of the small door with clenched fists.

“You can’t!! Eun-ha!!!”

Eun-ha, who briefly glanced at the Emperor, then turned her gaze to the door.

Bang!!!

With just one fist, she easily shattered the door and wall.

Amidst the pouring debris and dust, what lay beyond was…

A disturbing glowing purple circle, and within it, twisted corpses crammed together.

The look in Kim Woo-sung’s eyes ignited once more with murderous intent at the sight of those corpses.

As Eun-ha attempted to swing her fist again,

“…Hmm.”

A silhouette that had not been visible due to the dust came into everyone’s view.

It was a familiar figure. I had just seen them moments ago.

Crown Princess Kim Ha-neul.

She was sitting calmly at the center of the purple circle, eyes closed, hands together as if stretching her body.

As everyone fell into silence, only the Emperor trembled excessively.

When Kim Ha-neul opened her eyes, she wore a completely different expression.

“Eun-ha…? And you…?”

Was it the performance of an Actor, or was it the real deal?

In a situation where nothing was certain…

…Kim Ha-neul had become Kim Ha-neul.