I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 60

Rain Arthur felt somewhat complicated.

She had already made up her mind, but could a weaker person like her actually eliminate the strong Namgoong Min?

Although she had witnessed his abysmal physical abilities in their regular classes, Rain knew that was just an act.

When he unleashed his true abilities, he could easily nullify her psychic powers with a single gesture and even overpower the Saint without breaking a sweat.

But this time, there was no choice.

[Win this exam.]

“…Yes, Father.”

It was an order from a power stronger than Namgoong Min.

The strongest person Rain knew, the one who had taught her the harsh realities of the strong and weak since she was little.

The head of the Arthur Family, Hector Arthur.

His commands were absolute truths Rain had to obey.

That was why she resolved to work together to eliminate Namgoong Min.

Still, even if it was an order, acting against a stronger opponent twisted Rain’s heart painfully.

‘No… is this really because of the strong ruling over the weak?’

This was a pain she had never felt before.

Why was she feeling like this?

“………Let’s focus.”

Right, in the end, the objective was victory.

To follow the strong’s order and reign over the weak, rather than being one of those weak ones trailing behind her.

Rain Arthur unleashed her Job Skill, <Psychic>, with even greater intensity.

Kwaaaah!!!

“What… what is happening!?”

“Dodge!”

“Ugh!”

Unlike the other students, she was atop a small boat but wasn’t rowing.

Using her primary special ability, telekinesis, Rain levitated the boat itself, gliding freely across the surface of the water.

With a speed akin to a jet ski, she toyed with the other students; those who resisted were flung into the lake by her psychic powers.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

“Ji Chang-il, eliminated!”

“Nakamura Yuki, eliminated!”

“Baiyorn Melt, eliminated!”

“……….”

As she looked down at the students being eliminated without any resistance, Rain always thought the same thing.

They were the weak.

Weaklings who couldn’t even resist against the strong’s attack.

Weaklings must submit to the strong. Weaklings must serve the strong. Weaklings, weaklings, weaklings.

‘The weak… must be scared of the strong.’

Her father, Hector Arthur, had drilled this into her countless times, teaching her to remember and memorize it.

Unlike Lucas, who would inherit the family, Rain had been raised as one who would strictly follow the Arthur family.

That was why Rain Arthur moved in pursuit of victory.

And it was also due to the mental imprint of the strong ruling over the weak.

‘I don’t want to be hit anymore.’

That was also because of the marks of abuse etched all over her body.

Recalling her father’s fist, the object of her childhood fears, Rain thought only one thing amidst phantom pains and distressing memories.

‘The weak just need to follow the strong.’

As long as she thought that, there would be no hitting or suffering.

With her single-minded intention toward victory, Rain Arthur swiftly flew to where other students were present.

“R-Rain Arthur… ugh!”

Telekinesis.

“Lady Rain! It’s me! Your faction… Aaaah!”

Telekinesis.

“Arthurrrrr!!!”

Telekinesis.

“Don’t come near me!”

“Don’t order me around, you weakling!”

“Ugh!!!”

Telekinesis, telekinesis, telekinesis, telekinesis, telekinesis.

Every student Rain laid her eyes on was eliminated without any resistance.

Even the stronger students had no way to counter Rain, who unleashed her telekinesis freely from a distance on the small boat.

There was no way to avoid getting thrown overboard if things went south.

This was an individual competition. There was nothing wrong with Rain Arthur ruthlessly eliminating the students.

But her completely unhesitant actions, commanding tone, condescending posture, and the humiliation of calling them weak had one common reaction among the eliminated students.

“Rain Arthur!!”

“Villain!!!”

“You filthy girl!”

“………….”

Swarms of ridicule and insults targeted her.

Normally, she would have relished stepping on those weaklings spitting such words, but victory was far more important than that.

The commands of the strong must take precedence over the writhing of the weak.

Rain acted just as she had been taught.

However, ironically, that was the action that best suited the purpose of the exam now.

“Rain.”

“………Brother.”

After eliminating about thirty students, Lucas Arthur stood in her way.

Using various spells to levitate his boat like Rain, Lucas crossed his arms and faced her.

“Stop it.”

“…Stop? Are you telling me to stop?”

“Yeah. I understand you’re making an effort to win, but maybe you should give some time to the other students too…”

“Hahaha.”

“……Rain?”

“Brother, you’ve changed.”

“………….”

The Lucas she remembered was a cold-blooded meritocrat.

So why was he being so gentle?

There could be many reasons: a special environment spent with peers, the mages following him since the entrance ceremony, and a new crush.

But if he had to name the biggest reason, it would definitely be Namgoong Min.

“No, it’s not just Brother.”

After meeting that fortuneteller, both Lucas and Liu, as well as the Crown Princess, had changed.

Lucas began to try and understand others, Liu’s doubts had obviously decreased, and the Crown Princess was smiling more and became more active.

Was that all? The silent hero was hanging out with them, and the Crown Prince, who used to disdain Namgoong Min, had even become close enough to share conversation with him alone.

It seemed the Saint was beginning to accept the fortuneteller, someone she was supposed to despise out of principle.

Everyone was changing. All those she had seen since childhood had remained the same.

But Rain was just the same as ever.

‘Why?’

Was it because Namgoong Min got along with everyone?

But hadn’t we all gotten along before?

…Hadn’t we?

‘No. That’s not right.’

Rain Arthur, Lucas Arthur, Liu Yan, Kim Eun-ha, Kim Sung-il, Raphael Martina, Abel Legion.

Out of those seven she had known since childhood, there was acquaintance, but no real friendship.

In fact, they had been rather distant. Because it was a vague relationship, they could keep their boundaries, but they also couldn’t become close.

And then Namgoong Min broke that.

He came in as if it was nothing, easily becoming friends with the most difficult to approach, Liu, and then Kim Eun-ha, Lucas, Kim Sung-il, Raphael, and Abel.

But what about Rain Arthur?

‘Is Namgoong Min… close to me?’

No. Absolutely not.

He was the strong one, and she was the weak one. That was the only clear fact and the only connection.

Rain was not close to anyone.

That was why she remained the same.

“……….”

Her head was spinning. Too many thoughts and self-reproaches circled her mind.

In times like these, as always.

It was comforting to just think of one thing.

[Win this exam.]

The command of the strong.

Just that.

“…Brother, thinking about it, to win, I’ll have to eliminate you too.”

“Rain.”

“I’m sorry, Brother.”

She activated <Psychic>.

Kwaaaah──

The water in the lake swirled upward, forming a sphere that floated in midair.

An overwhelming sight from the psychic that encompassed the surrounding area.

Lucas, hardening his expression at the sight, loosened his crossed arms and murmured.

“<Master of Magic>.”

From thin air, fire, water, earth, wind, and lightning began to manifest.

Warlock Lucas Arthur, who had the power to use and dismantle all magic in existence.

Even he knew he had to go all out against a Psychic.

“……….”

Lucas looked at Rain. His eyes bore no hesitation now, as if he had made up his mind.

Those eyes were just like his mother’s before they were about to be expelled from the family during that infamous test.

‘Rain.’

Now that he was aware of everything that had happened in the family while he had been out rolling around in the alleys, Lucas knew quite well.

While he acted coldly toward Rain, he was worried about her.

But even as siblings who were closer than anyone, they had drifted too far apart.

There was no way they would unearth their hearts now.

As he mulled over that reality, someone suddenly came to mind.

…The fortuneteller who promised her a love fortune.

“Ha!”

“………….”

“Yeah, maybe… just maybe it could work.”

To mend this twisted and broken relationship, it seemed there was no way other than believing in that fortune teller.

Lucas thought fondly of the fortuneteller, smiling.

It was a smile that seemed familiar.

And just then.

Kwaaaah!!!

The Psychic and the Warlock clashed.

*

“So, you’re saying that’s why you’re here?”

“Yeah.”

“Looking fresh after losing a one-on-one match, huh?”

“………….”

Rain’s brother, Lucas Arthur, who had been eliminated after losing a 1v1 to his sister, trudged up like a soaked rat.

Despite being soaking wet, he still looked handsome.

“Please have a beautiful love with Lily.”

…Oh, and the Crown Prince was there too. Damn.

“But, fortuneteller.”

“Yes?”

“What’s… going on here?”

“Huh?”

What did he mean by that?

He looked puzzled when he turned away from Lucas, who just couldn’t grasp what he was saying.

“I mean those students over there.”

“Oh, you mean the free students fighting for proper grades and students’ rights?”

“………What?”

“Yeah, they’re the…”

“No, it’s not that I can’t understand… I’m just wondering why such a thing was formed.”

“Oh, that was my doing.”

“……As I expected.”

In reality, inciting people isn’t that difficult. It’s more of a skill anyone can pull off.

Just take a common topic that can bind people together, stir it up a bit, and voilà! The incitement is done!

During the last entrance ceremony, it was ‘inherent occupational disparities,’ and this time it was ‘improper grading evaluations.’

Once Liu, Rain, and the Crown Princess shot up that small ball, the number of students eliminated early on reached around 20%—several hundred total.

Of course, the Academy would have to be racking their brains over evaluating their grades.

If they gave all of them the lowest score, there would be a deluge of attacks in subsequent competitions.

Then the non-combat jobs would be overwhelmingly disadvantaged compared to the combat jobs.

Romance Academy was meant to be equal.

It was a responsibility it had as an educational institution.

“How did you… do that?”

“I just spoke a bit. I mean, they were eliminated so easily, it wouldn’t be fair to appropriately evaluate your grades with this, the testing format itself is flawed—students should protest to the Academy… stuff like that.”

“So?”

“You don’t need to interfere any further. Unlike before where the enemy was the maze wall, the enemy here is the Academy. They can just argue with the officials and instructors next to them.”

What is more sensitive to a student than their grades?

Moreover, this survival exam had the largest score assignment among all tests.

If they thought this one grade could affect the money they’d make after graduation, both students and parents would be desperately invested.

“Of course, there’s one fact I overlooked.”

“A fact you overlooked?”

“That the opponent is Romance Academy.”

If it were a regular academy, they wouldn’t have been able to hold out, but this was Romance Academy.

A neutral zone established by the world’s superpowers, ringing grandly with a floating city, the best academy founded.

In its century-long history, how many grading protests could there have been at the Romance Academy, I wonder?

Each time, the response was always the same.

[Grades are processed fairly at all times.]

There was no further comment, allowing students and parents to drift off in despair, and maintaining the academy’s superiority for a hundred years.

In other words, my incitement was pointless from the very start.

Even though I had known this from the beginning, I had my reasons for inciting them.

“So those students…”

“Are protesting like that.”

Just as I said.

After hearing only consistent responses from the instructors and officials, the students forcibly came out from the elimination lounge and were now sitting on the ground in a group.

It was a kind of protest that they wouldn’t return until the Academy listened to their grievances.

Even as eliminated participants, they were staunchly asserting their position by not using the elimination lounge.

“We demand students’ rights!”

“””Students’ rights!”””

“We want proper grading!”

“””Proper grading!”””

“Academy, disclose the evaluation methods so we can understand!!”

“””Disclose it! Disclose it!!”””

“We, the free students fighting for proper grading and students’ rights, will not stop until we get some answers!!”

“””We will not stop!!!”””

“But despite our shouts, the Academy hasn’t given any response after an hour! Now is the time to take action! Namgoong Min, please come this way!”

“Oh, Lucas. Apologies for the interruption.”

“Uh, uh,”

Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.

Bursting from the cozy lounge, even though they sank into the damp earth, the fire in the students’ eyes burned with passion.

Yes, if they had studied hard only to have some guy steal all their pencils so they couldn’t take the test, they’d obviously be furious.

This incident was no different. They all had their own efforts and strategies prepared, only to have it all slip away so abruptly.

I was merely tickling that. It was nothing significant.

“Namgoong Min!!!”

“””Namgoong Min! Namgoong Min! Namgoong Min!”””

“Thank you for waiting. Soon, you will be able to meet and verify with that person you’ve longed for, the one who will make sure to provide the proper grading evaluation, folks!!”

“””Waaaaaa!!!”””

“Over there! Namgoong Min has stepped up! According to Charles Instructor, all we need to do is catch that guy!!”

“Hahaha! To the nameless instructor, it’s far too late! Dear comrades! The Academy is determined to silence us by any means! Let’s fight back!!!”

“What!? No, uh, we just need to catch Namgoong Min—”

“””Let’s fight! Let’s fight! Let’s fight!”””

“This, this is insane! Everyone, evacuate! Evacuate!”

“………What is going on?”

In a situation that was utterly incomprehensible, only Lucas muttered in bewilderment.