I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 71

Three despicable traitors have emerged.

The three who trampled on my expectations and trust offered entirely different excuses.

“I have confidence in my abilities. You don’t have to include me.”

This was the voice of a meritocrat.

“Even so, as the future emperor, collaborating in this kind of act feels a bit…”

This one was a normal person with no eye for women.

“Seeing comrades, I am reminded of how fair the Lord is. But if one is completely oblivious to the situation, wouldn’t that be a bargain compared to their abilities?”

What a nonsensical statement from the Saint (laughter).

They shared their reasons, but naturally, from my perspective, they were all excuses.

Your futures are already determined, I say.

‘Since the most demanding women accepted it so easily, it just takes you to join!’

I mean, you just have to come!

However, despite my numerous attempts, there seemed to be no way to break their stubbornness.

One overestimated his own abilities, another cared about his reputation, and the last accused me of being oblivious.

In the end, I had no choice but to resort to my last method, a method I always found useful.

What else could it be but connections?

“Big brother?”

“Huh, Eun-ha? Could you ease that fist a bit?”

“Just accept it, big brother.”

“But Eun-ha, we have the imperial reputation…”

“It would be better for you to comply while I’m trying to persuade you with words. Or should I convince you with ‘Peace’ and ‘Love’ right here?”

“…Is the left fist ‘Love’?”

“The right fist is ‘Love’.”

“I will accommodate all demands without exception.”

I convinced (physically) my younger sister, the Crown Princess.

“Hey, Lucas.”

“Liwu?”

“Do it.”

“No, wait a minute. Liwu, let me explain…”

“Just do it.”

“Alright…”

Even though he found another love, I ‘persuaded’ the weak Lucas when it came to Liwu.

With tears welling up, I managed to rope in 7 out of the 8 members of the Special Class.

Thus, we had <Hero>, <Royalty>, a <Warlock>, a <Psychic>, a <Rich Tycoon>, and a <Fortuneteller> (who might not even be a special job).

Just looking at this, it could easily devour ordinary students, but I was still hungry.

‘It would be perfect if we have the Saint too.’

Having the Saint join in?

I’m confident that unless all the first-years unite and swarm us, they won’t be able to defeat us.

Our frontline, backline, and support are all in perfect order.

There’s a reason we gather the Special Class in one group, after all.

As I stood on the verge of witnessing the birth of a dream team, I almost couldn’t believe it.

I wanted to gently turn the Saint’s heart around with persuasion (physical), but since it had been a long time, I decided to give them one last chance and went directly to the Church.

“They’re not here.”

“Where did they go?”

“When they set off on a pilgrimage, they tour the entire floating city… so we don’t know where they are either.”

“Understood, thank you.”

Hmm, I was worried I might be turned away as a Fortuneteller at the Church, but that seems to be a deed reserved for fanatics like the Saint.

I felt a few strange gazes, but so what.

…So where should I look for the Saint?

*

“Is Charles the Instructor here?”

“…Saint.”

“I came to see Eileen.”

“…Please come in.”

Under the guidance of Charles Teddy Bear, who seemed a bit haggard, the Saint entered his home.

The inside looked no different from the times the Saint had snuck in.

Just that the bed in the bright spot was gone and the previously empty room had become Eileen’s room.

Then, Eileen’s room was firmly shut.

“…How many days has it been?”

“Four days.”

“Is it the same as you told me last time?”

“…She still goes to the Academy but keeps locking herself in her room after coming back. I can’t get in even if I try… It’s been days since I saw my daughter’s face.”

Since the survival exam at the Great Lake, Eileen Teddy Bear had been continuously holed up in her room.

She still attended the Academy and even had a retest yesterday, but she returned home immediately without socializing with others.

Initially, when Charles Teddy Bear sought counsel from the Saint, he thought it was just typical adolescence.

But as it stretched on for days in such an awkward manner, the Saint began to realize how serious things were.

And unlike what he experienced, the ‘territorial dispute’ was indeed abnormal.

“As for that Fortuneteller…”

“…I didn’t tell her. That was Eileen’s request.”

“Understood.”

In reality, the news should have reached Namgoong Min, whom Eileen seemed to follow and rely on more than her father, but it was disrupted by Eileen’s staunch opposition.

That was the only thing she uttered while holed up in her room, making it even more concerning.

Recognizing the gravity of the situation, the Saint bowed his head to Charles Teddy Bear.

“…I’m sorry.”

“Why should the Saint apologize?”

“No, this is… I’m apologizing in advance.”

“Eh?”

“Please wait a moment.”

Leaving the confused Charles Teddy Bear behind, the Saint stepped towards the door.

Though the door was firmly shut, to someone with the same job title as the Saint, it was merely a wooden board.

However, instead of breaking the door down, the Saint quietly closed his eyes.

Common skill <Holy Radiance>.

A skill seldom used due to its side effects.

Last time he used it to locate the Skill Thief, but since Namgoong Min found the Skill Thief even faster, it had been of little use.

However, its effectiveness was exceptionally powerful.

“[Open the door.]”

The common skill Holy Radiance, meaning ‘Twinkling Star’.

In other words, ‘a shooting star that grants wishes.’

Click.

Right after making the wish, the doorknob turned by itself, unlocking the door.

Despite the unexpected situation, a presence was felt from inside the room, but the Saint grasped the doorknob before Eileen could lock it again.

Since I held it, it cannot go back to locking.

Having bought some time, he bowed his head again to Charles.

“I’ll explain in detail after we come out. First, I’m really sorry.”

“…No, I will be waiting…”

Eileen, who had been shut away, and the ominous apology left by the Saint.

Certainly, the most confused would be Charles Teddy Bear, yet he sat in trust, clutching his forehead.

Though it was about his only precious daughter, all he could do was wait.

As the Saint observed the troubled Charles, he opened the door and stepped inside.

“……..”

“Hello, Eileen.”

Eileen’s room was ordinary.

Wooden furniture, a bed, a bookshelf, a wardrobe.

It was just an unremarkable room.

Except for the disarray that filled the entire space.

“……Go away.”

“No, I can’t do that.”

“Are you trying to kill me like that Sister?”

“…I see, you heard the conversation in the Church basement.”

Eileen appeared even more haggard than Charles.

She sat with her back against the bed, her arms and legs limp, her hair disheveled, and her cheeks hollow as if she hadn’t eaten anything.

Still, she maintained her beauty; after all, she was a <Saint>.

The Saint, feeling pity for her, finally spoke.

“First of all, I didn’t intend to kill Eileen.”

“That Sister was trying to… kill me.”

“That’s a special case. To be honest, I don’t expect you to understand this; I’m just saying it.”

“What?”

“More importantly, there’s something far more crucial.”

The Saint grasped the mace at his waist and pointed the tip towards Eileen.

With his threatening act, Eileen instinctively reached for the mace in the corner of the room.

Yet the Saint took a step closer, with a face full of compassion.

“Who are you right now?”

“What do you mean by that──”

“Are you the Saint? Or Eileen Teddy Bear?”

“───!”

“Don’t worry; it’s something only I know… rather, it’s a fact I couldn’t help but know.”

“……You.”

“So, who are you?”

It was an endlessly coercive question.

A threat while pointing the mace, a sense of insecurity as if he might pounce at any moment.

And the disgust coming from the misunderstanding that he attempted to kill her.

In such a situation, she wouldn’t easily answer.

But eventually, Eileen lowered her head.

“……I’m the Saint.”

“And Eileen?”

“She’s… sleeping.”

“You wish to believe that, don’t you?”

“…………”

One step closer.

“I’ll ask again, what about Eileen?”

“……She’s not coming out.”

One more step.

“Are you the best person to know what’s going on who’s lying?”

“……Hah.”

The final step.

Finally reaching right in front of the Saint with his mace still pointed, Eileen glared at him with a wicked expression.

“Who are you to! You killed her! Because you’ve killed her, she’s still alive!!”

“So, what about Eileen?”

“Hah, hah. Hahaha. If that’s the case, if I had known this would be how it is from the start…”

“Eileen?”

“……She’s still here.”

“Is that so.”

Then that means I’ve avoided the worst scenario.

Only upon hearing that powerless response did the Saint lower his mace and sit in a chair in the corner of the room.

The Saintess curled up on the bed, wrapped in a blanket.

“…………”

“…………”

An awkward silence ensued.

The world’s most uncomfortable silence, yet the Saintess was the first to break it, muffling her voice from beneath her blanket.

“……Is this how it’s supposed to be?”

“Yes.”

“You knew about it?”

“That’s right.”

“…………”

“Are you blaming me for not informing you in advance?”

“………No.”

“If it were you from back then, you wouldn’t have believed anything I said anyway. Since it’s something you’d have to experience, I kept quiet… even so, it’s surprisingly fast. It seems you sensed being a Saintess at a rather late age.”

“…………”

“…………”

Once again, silence.

But the Saint continued to gaze at the Saintess, unwavering.

With a gaze filled with compassion.

“As time goes by… what happens?”

“You won’t change.”

“What about… Eileen?”

“You already know, don’t you?”

“…………”

“There’s no way I can help you. This is something all <Saints> and <Saintesses> throughout history have gone through.”

“………As I thought, I hate you.”

“Is that so.”

“Then, then what about this poor girl? She’s spent her whole life on the bed and has just gained freedom? This girl who finds everything in the world fascinating?”

“There’s nothing to be done.”

The Saintess looked at the Saint with a distraught expression, her eyes blazing.

But soon, as if she realized something, the look in her eyes changed.

“You’ve already…”

“Remember, we are sinners. Every Saint and Saintess must carry the sin of murder throughout their lives.”

“……The name, the name is…”

“Raphael Martina, the boy I killed. Please do not forget.”

“………How could I forget?”

Eileen, Eileen Teddy Bear.

As the Saintess repeatedly muttered that name, she suddenly turned her head toward the door.

And to the person who must be on the other side.

“Charles… so you are calling him… Dad.”

“You call him that, huh.”

“………Yeah. Eileen said we are sisters.”

“If you don’t disclose it, you’ll need to act for the rest of your life.”

“……I guess so.”

The Saintess placed her hand on her chest.

Thud. Thud.

The sound of her heart thumping could be heard.

Inside her, there’s still someone remaining, albeit weak.

…Eileen Teddy Bear.

“…………”

As the Saintess quietly perceived that rhythm, suddenly her eyes widened.

“…Someone is coming.”

“Excuse me?”

“They are coming, I can feel it. I can sense… that my own God is coming to me!”

Her gaze turned towards a corner of the room.

But the one whom the Saintess was speaking of must be the person beyond that wall.

“……Sinner comrade.”

“I’m happy, but at the same time… no!”

The Saintess’s heart raced.

Just that trivial realization that her God was nearing filled her with overwhelming joy and omnipotence. It felt almost like a drug.

She wanted to kick down the door and greet Him immediately. She wished to be by His side.

But.

“Don’t… do it…”

As that heartbeat grew stronger, another weak pulse began to fade.

Ever since realizing that at the Great Lake, the Saintess had been avoiding her God.

Because she was more worried about her small, fragile sister than the joy of meeting God or the satisfaction felt when being with Him.

With gritted teeth, the Saintess restrained herself and forced herself to lie back on the bed.

“…If you genuinely feel pity for me…”

“…………”

“Please tell Him to return… so I can be with this child and my sister a little longer…”

“……Understood.”

With her voice trembling, the Saint nodded quietly.

I could hear the sound of shutting the door behind her.

And simultaneously, I heard the sound of the front door opening.

I can feel it.

The meeting of the revered God and the one she abhorred happening in the living room.

“Ah, aaah…”

I want to meet him, but I can’t meet him. I want to get closer, but I can’t get closer.

Feeling the conflicting pain in my head, the Saintess swallowed her tears.

There was nothing else she could do.