I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 214

Kim Ha-neul walked out from beyond the crumbled door and wall.

With a look unfamiliar to Kim Ha-neul.

With a gait that Kim Ha-neul had never exhibited.

Her hands folded in a respectful manner, she tilted her head curiously.

The first to react was The Emperor.

“Ah, ah!”

Though she appeared unchanged from the collateral royal Kim Ha-neul.

Still, The Emperor was shedding tears.

“Ha, Ha-neul!”

“You…? Why are you crying like that?”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long…”

Forgetting even the pain pierced by arrows.

Gradually shedding tears, The Emperor made his way toward Kim Ha-neul in joy.

Contrary to the expectation that he would rush over, The Emperor’s gestures were exceedingly cautious.

Was it an act of concern for his wife, who now resided in Kim Ha-neul’s body?

Or was he merely suspicious of an act?

…At least it was certain that The Emperor had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

“Ha-neul…!!”

The way he expressed his longing with his entire being was… creating a strange pressure.

I too, along with Eun-ha, could not obstruct their reunion.

Except for one person.

Boom!!!

“Sniff!!”

“It’s you!”

“……….”

As the wall crumbled due to Eun-ha, the reality within the small room was revealed.

In the violet circle, Kim Woo-sung, who had been fixated on a middle-aged woman, without hesitation shot an arrow into The Emperor’s thigh.

In a slightly different sense than with The Emperor… he had quite clearly lost his sanity.

“Kim… Woo-sung!”

“…Is it really because of this, that Mom… that Mom?”

“Who are you?! Immediately take that bow away from him!”

“Is it really… just a trifling act?”

Creak.

He did not shed tears.

Kim Woo-sung merely burst into laughter as if feeling empty.

What were his true feelings as he looked at his mother among the pile of corpses?

Kim Woo-sung, who had been staring blankly with burning eyes at The Emperor, then shifted the bowstring toward Kim Ha-neul.

“Sister.”

“Sister, you say…? I am the Empress of the Daehan Empire! Are you not going to put that bow down?!”

“Sister, this is a rather childish play. It’s too obvious.”

Kim Woo-sung knew all the truths.

…Perhaps that was only natural. His mother had been The Emperor’s concubine, and had supported The Emperor until the very end.

It’s highly likely that he knew of The Emperor’s vain dream of reviving the Empress. Especially if The Emperor had fallen and nearly all of his supporters disappeared.

Thus, it only made sense that Kim Woo-sung would understand that.

The fact that Kim Woo-sung did not confide that truth to me.

──Therefore, this matter is left to me.

And… Eun-ha couldn’t possibly be unaware of this either.

It was all a matter of course.

“The real Empress passed away when Crown Princess Kim Eun-ha was young. How is it that you recognize her now?”

Though shooting the arrow would be simple, there was another desire evident in Kim Woo-sung’s voice.

It seemed to be that he hoped for this ugly ritual, which had taken even his mother’s life, to fail thoroughly.

In order to completely shatter The Emperor’s final hope, Kim Woo-sung denied the Kim Ha-neul before him.

“Crown Princess Kim Eun-ha, isn’t that right?”

“…What Kim Woo-sung says is true. You are not my mother. You are merely Kim Ha-neul, a collateral royal and an <Actor>.”

“Eun-ha, I can recognize you. Though you have changed a lot since childhood… the memories of Ha-neul reside within me.”

“Eh?”

“It truly feels like a long dream. How long has it been since I was in this small room? I haven’t been able to find rest, nor been fully awake. How long was I in such a state… during that time, Ha-neul appeared. An unfortunate child who was bound to me simply because of a name.”

“………….”

“This body must be Ha-neul’s, right? Is that why… I can faintly perceive Ha-neul’s memories. And within that memory, you appear. From the image of your childhood, you have grown so splendidly…”

“…No.”

“The appearance of my daughter.”

“This… is not.”

Kim Ha-neul’s smile was pure kindness itself. Her expression was filled with maternal love and sorrow.

The joy of meeting her grown daughter and the grief of not being able to witness her growth.

That look, which could not possibly be the acting of an <Actor>, made Eun-ha unwittingly take a step back.

A smiling mother. A dying mother.

A caring mother. A dead mother.

A mother holding a knife. A dead mother.

A mother who tried to kill me. The mother I killed───

“That can’t be.”

“I’m sorry, Eun-ha. Truly sorry… blame this mother.”

“This is… this is certainly an act…!!”

Eun-ha, while howling, attempted to return the step she had taken back… but instead, took another step back,

She seemed to be experiencing extreme confusion.

Kim Ha-neul, whom she had thought was merely acting, now truly overlapped with the figure of her own mother.

It was a sight that could hardly be thought of as an act.

Her tone, expression, even her gestures.

Everything was exactly the same as the ‘Kim Ha-neul’ in her memories.

‘Moreover…’

Haplessly, this was the underground prison.

The place where Eun-ha killed her mother, the place where Kim Ha-neul met her death, which was both the most joyful memory and the most horrific space for Eun-ha.

Right there, she faced her mother who had returned from the dead.

Even if it wasn’t real, her emotions running wild were utterly natural.

So I stood up.

…Pulling out the dagger from my thigh.

“Eun-ha.”

“Ah… Ah?”

“I understand that you are startled. Anyone would be shocked. But, Eun-ha, I am right behind you.”

From the spot where the dagger had been drawn, blood flowed wildly. The effects of <Maiden's Breath> hadn’t worn off yet, so there was no worry about shock, but still, it felt as if my thigh might fall apart.

…Then, let it fall apart.

What was more important than my own thigh was the fact that Eun-ha was now stepping back.

Somehow, I rose from my position to support her.

“We… Min.”

“Eun-ha, <Desire to Kill> is seeping out. Can you see it?”

“………….”

“Do you remember what transpired in this underground prison? Self-restraint. That’s what you need. If <Desire to Kill> runs rampant here… it truly will be irreversible.”

Eun-ha’s <Desire to Kill> was gradually leaking out in tune with her confusion and panic.

What tragic calamity could occur if it were to shape into a single monster like last time?

I didn’t want to imagine it, and it was frightening, but I was confident.

Eun-ha had already overcome it once and had learned self-restraint.

All I needed to do was give a gentle push to her back.

“Calm your heart. Eun-ha, always remember.”

“………….”

“I am right behind you. So… don’t worry.”

I did not give her power or incite change.

All I said were just a few words.

Yet, even that…

Eun-ha slowly… and with gritted teeth.

Separated herself from me and stood completely on her own.

“…I’m sorry, our Min. I think I lost my mind for a moment.”

“If I had left it to you, it could have been a big problem.”

“………That’s right.”

If Eun-ha and Kim Sung-il knew everything about this matter, perhaps there was no need for my involvement.

That thought I briefly entertained was easily tossed aside.

What would have happened if I hadn’t come to the Daehan Empire?

Could Eun-ha’s <Desire to Kill> have avoided running rampant?

‘It’s a useless thought.’

…After all, it’s all just hypothetical scenarios.

Ultimately, what lay before us was the only reality, and it was the truth.

I would just do my utmost.

“So… next time, let’s truly ensure that our Min can rest.”

“Eun-ha.”

“I will definitely conclude this matter and return.”

With those words, Eun-ha took a deep breath and looked ahead.

There stood Kim Ha-neul. Whether real or performed, her mother, or a collateral royal, it was unclear.

Eun-ha’s choice was simple.

“Let’s… move the location.”

“What do you───”

Bam!!

In an instant, she snatched Kim Ha-neul by the wrist and vanished through the ceiling.

A hole had opened in the underground prison, but it was still dawn above. Light would not enter.

Because of that.

No matter how much The Emperor looked up at the hole, he wouldn’t see what lay above.

“I didn’t stop you. I could have stopped you.”

“………….”

“Do you think you can just throw bricks at me like you did earlier?”

“…Ha-neul is my wife, and Eun-ha is my daughter. How could I do that?”

“That wife went mad and tried to kill her daughter, only to die in turn. Eun-ha almost got killed by her insane mother.”

“Fortuneteller…”

Surely, the beginning might have been nobody’s fault.

A princess born with a fragile body, and a mother who would do anything to save her daughter.

Because of that, Eun-ha was bestowed the <Desire to Kill>.

And that became the start of all the tragedies.

“What do you know to speak!? About Ha-neul, Eun-ha, Sung-il, or me!!”

“I don’t know, I don’t know well. But it’s clear that you weren’t a good parent.”

“………….”

“In the end, you chose your wife over your country, your people, and even your children.”

If a dead mother were to return to life, what kind of reaction would Eun-ha show?

Perhaps Kim Sung-il might remain calm. But what about Eun-ha, who had killed her own mother with her hands?

‘She also avoided the question about Eun-ha earlier.’

Unless she was completely resurrected, such a half-baked version would only scrape the painful past of Eun-ha again.

The Emperor certainly loved Eun-ha as her father. If not, he wouldn’t have created the Crown Princess Palace and the underground prison for Eun-ha, who had to regularly kill due to <Desire to Kill>.

But after the predetermined tragedy, The Emperor did not treat Eun-ha, who killed her mother and concubine, as his daughter.

He merely sealed her <Desire to Kill> forcefully.

And did Eun-ha not know that?

That her father no longer loved her?

That it was because she killed her mother.

Did she truly not know?

“The catastrophe was inevitable. Whether the Empress resurrected or failed… it was certain that the end would be the worst.”

“………….”

“There’s no way you wouldn’t know all that. Did you still want to meet her, knowing this? Instead of caring for your daughter, clinging to your dead wife?”

“………You wouldn’t understand.”

“Understand what?”

“Accepting that the one you love has died and is no longer in this world… is a pain greater than anything else.”

“…Well.”

Said the son who buried his parents, who committed suicide.

“That’s a pain everyone goes through. Anyone in this world.”

“……….”

“And you simply didn’t love your daughter, spreading more pain under the excuse of that pain.”

In the end, neither could understand one another.

The Emperor and I had to stand at opposing points.

And because of that.

The Emperor did not stop Eun-ha from taking Kim Ha-neul away.

In order to meet his beloved wife, he had to finish the fortuneteller first to find peace.

“Is there really no further need for words?”

“…Right. There’s no need.”

The fortuneteller and The Emperor glared at each other.

Both had keenly realized that they could not feel at ease without ending each other.

Yet the differences between the two were clear.

The fortuneteller was on the brink of dying from shock due to excessive loss of blood and could barely move his limbs. Though he stood on his legs, it was questionable whether he could even move.

In contrast, The Emperor was relatively unharmed despite being pierced in two places by arrows. The physical abilities of a <Royalty> were indeed transcendent, and he had somewhat recovered from the initial damage, meaning he could kill the fortuneteller at any moment.

So.

‘When will he come?’

Instead of the final actor I had been waiting for, Kim Woo-sung quietly aimed an arrow at The Emperor.

“Kim Woo-sung….”

“…Namgoong Min, is still… alive.”

“What?”

“Mom, it’s about Mom. She’s… she’s still breathing…! It might just be my feeling. It could be my mistake, but… there’s no time.”

“…Alright.”

I genuinely wondered if The Emperor had not killed his concubine, Kim Woo-sung’s mother. I wasn’t certain.

But I agreed with the notion of there being no time.

With immense pain disrupting my body, I glared at The Emperor with all my might.

A mere beast, ready to kill us both at any moment, straining with all his power.

And.

“Namgoong Min, you’re not leaving me out of this, are you?”

“………Indeed, I have been waiting for you.”

Tap.

Falling down from the hole that pierced the ceiling.

The last remaining family member who should have been here.

Everyone had gathered, and.

It was time to put an end to this damned situation regarding the Daehan Empire.