I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 89

‘Is it a trap?’

Hector concluded. Anyone could easily spot that it was a clear trap.

And at the same time, he also realized something.

‘All the battles up to this point… were meant to lead me here.’

No wonder he had stubbornly insisted on close combat despite his abilities and judgment.

It was indeed the most threatening means of attack, but the purpose was to force Hector’s attention solely on Namgoong Min, guiding him into position so that he wouldn’t realize it.

And the place he had been led to after all that effort was the annex where Rain lived…

Creek.

Hector, with his arrow nocked, silently drew back the string towards the annex.

Should I go for the destruction?

‘That might be the safest option.’

With an ordinary arrow, it wouldn’t be much, but with the Archer’s Job Skill <Formless Arrow>, even an old annex could crumble like a sandcastle.

However.

‘I have only one <Formless Arrow> left. I won’t be able to use any other skills properly in my current state.’

<<i}}Formless Arrow could be used only three times a day, and having already used it twice, this was the last.

If Namgoong Min activated his artifact, Hector wouldn’t be able to deliver a proper strike except with <Formless Arrow>, so it was a card he wanted to conserve.

As for his other skills, upon checking his condition, using them wasn’t feasible either.

It seemed the damage he had taken was greater than expected.

‘That rookie wasn’t wrong after all.’

His brain was spinning, and his vision was hazy.

For an archer who needed to aim accurately, this was nothing short of fatal.

Given that Hector was a veteran of his caliber, he managed to shoot the arrow, but a typical archer would have already collapsed from the shock.

Spitting out a bit of blood rising from within, Hector narrowed his eyes.

‘Indeed, breaking is the right choice. If it’s a trap, the best option is not to enter at all.’

Creak.

He applied strength to the bowstring, slowly drawing it back.

And then—

“………….”

He didn’t use <Formless Arrow>.

He released the tension from the bowstring aimed at the annex, taking a deep breath.

As Hector breathed heavily, he glanced down at his trembling hands.

‘How long has it been? To fight for real, where both sides aim to kill each other.’

Hector Arthur was never a man meant for the position of Head of Family.

To be precise, he preferred the role of a soldier fighting on the front lines under direction rather than being a responsible leader guiding everyone.

Born as a holder of his job, ever since he first picked up a bow, only blood and struggle made his heart beat.

Yet that had always been an unattainable dream.

Hector Arthur was the only heir of the Arthur Family and was fated to become the Head of Family.

Thus, his father allowed Hector a brief reprieve.

Time to travel through gates, fight, and struggle as he pleased.

He had been quite wild and arrogant back then.

‘Those were truly the happiest days.’

But ultimately, that allotted time came to an end, and the archer who shattered stars, hailed as the hero of Europe, laid down his bow.

And he became the Head of the Arthur Family.

That was truly…

‘Terrible.’

…A painful time for Hector.

Without caring for pleasure, ambition, marriage, or children.

He merely focused on the benefit and power of the family, finding it at least a tad less boring.

Thus, Hector had no intention of apologizing to Rain.

For the sake of the Arthur family’s growth, that was the best means.

In his mind, Hector felt no affection or love for his wife and children.

So he decided to use them as tools instead.

He abused and gaslit Rain, and cast Lucas out onto the streets to raise him.

In the end, he was confident that it was a success.

‘It was a dull time, and a dreadful position, but…’

Right now, in this moment.

Feeling exhausted and battered but also broken down, he felt his heart beating and a rush of exhilaration.

…Gradually, a smile formed.

“Only now, I…”

Having been challenged to a duel through a proxy by Rain, with Lucas casting magic on that proxy.

Even despite his two children betraying him.

Hector didn’t care about such things.

He simply thought.

“I feel alive…!!!”

Grinning fiercely, he took his steps.

Would he waste this joyous moment, this happy moment, just to fire a single arrow?

It didn’t matter if it was a trap.

Everything would be destroyed upfront── he would kill Namgoong Min with confidence.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Entering the darkened annex, he walked towards the largest central hall.

Upon reaching that place, illuminated only by the dim light of the chandelier…

Hector could see Namgoong Min, sitting in a chair with a smile.

“You entered more willingly than I expected.”

“I have no reason to feel intimidated.”

“For someone like that… are you shaking quite a lot?”

“It seems you are the one who is scared.”

“………….”

“…………….”

Though there was no particular signal, Hector nocked an arrow, and Namgoong Min stood up simultaneously.

Even amidst the blurred vision, Hector’s arrow struck Namgoong Min’s thigh just as he shot first, and at the same moment──

Beep.

“………!!”

──Namgoong Min pressed a button in his hand.

Right after, Hector hurriedly looked up at the ceiling and dodged his position.

Clang!!!

“Indeed, it’s a trap…!!”

Since when, and how many have been prepared?

Various objects came flying from above, from the walls, and everywhere.

The chandelier fell right where Hector had been standing a moment ago.

Furniture and concrete debris flew toward him, bound by strings.

Arrows and chains were fired from somewhere.

Countless traps were targeting him.

But even though he had already predicted that, even as he witnessed it up close…

Hector was laughing.

“Hahaha!!!”

Ping! Ping! Ping!

Chandeliers rolled away to dodge, and furniture and concrete were deflected by his arrows changing their trajectories.

Incoming arrows were met with arrows shot in return.

And the chains were dodged by either ducking or deft maneuvers.

There were many traps that fell in unexpected places as if trying to predict his evasion, but…

With his deteriorated physical condition, any direct hit would be serious injury.

‘Yeah! This is a fight!’

A life-and-death struggle.

The exhilaration he felt as a young man wandering through gates, diving into all sorts of conflicts.

It had been a long time since he felt that.

Laughing like crazy, Hector moved his body and hands feverishly.

Bang! Clang! Boom!! Bang!!! Crash!!!!!

“Haah… Hah… Hah…”

──How much time had passed?

It felt like at least an hour had gone by, but in reality, it was probably less than a minute.

Finally, having dodged all the traps, Hector took a rough breath, using his grand bow as a cane to lift his body.

“………….”

He could see Namgoong Min’s face, the face of a duelist, of an enemy.

Struggling against the arrow lodged in his thigh, he was bleeding profusely, wearing an expression of despair.

‘Fine, I’ll admit it.’

You’re meticulous, and maliciously designed this.

How you managed to set up so many traps without him noticing, I have no idea.

But there’s no need to know that.

The victor stands swaying, and the loser bleeds and sits down.

That’s all.

He decided not to think about anything else.

“Well done…”

“………….”

“Let’s… put an end to this.”

Crack.

Instead of shooting an arrow, he tightly gripped the arrow he took from his quiver.

The arrows he had already used, this was the last.

‘How ironic that the final arrow will end the duel.’

Hector bitterly smiled at the irony.

Step. Step. Step.

“………….”

Bleeding, in pain from his wounds, his vision shaken to the point where standing became difficult, but…

Somehow getting close to Namgoong Min, Hector cleared the chains in his vicinity with his foot and raised the arrow in his hand.

A kind of habit he developed when killing an enemy worthy of respect, from his youth.

Instead of shooting the arrow, he grasped it directly and plunged it into the heart.

…Namgoong Min, with an arrow through his heart, stood there, turning pale without being able to resist properly.

That pain will now be brought to an end.

“You did well.”

And then.

“Farewell.”

Thunk.

Hector’s arrow pierced Namgoong Min’s heart area.

…Grip.

“I’ve got you.”

“………!?”

With a pale face, Namgoong Min smiled as he grabbed Hector’s wrist.

Hector hurriedly tried to pull his hand away from that unexpected resistance──

<Cleanliness>.

“……What!?”

In an instant, the situation reversed.

…The chandelier was restoring itself.

The shattered furniture and concrete lodged in various places of the central hall was being reassembled, returning to the ceiling like time rewinding.

The arrows fired from the trap floated in the air and returned elsewhere.

And then—

Swoosh──

“Ugh, ugh!!”

Chains, which he had kicked away, began to entangle him.

The chains that had fallen in unusual places were now wrapping around Hector’s entire body as if calculated.

‘Does this mean that position was all planned out!?’

It’s a gamble, a clear gamble!

Had Hector not shot the arrow to hit the thigh, he might have doubted Namgoong Min, who had been sitting still at this location.

If he had shot the arrow from afar without approaching after evading all the traps, it would have been over.

If only the arrow had hit the head instead of the heart, he would have been dead instantly.

Did he truly design this position betting on the likelihood that Hector would directly approach and pierce his heart?

How could he possibly anticipate my habits or my future when he didn’t predict it…?

…Wait a moment.

“……Fortuneteller?”

“Yes, that’s correct. It’s me.”

“Ha, haha! A fortuneteller, a fortuneteller!”

It was information Hector already knew but hadn’t paid much attention to.

That Namgoong Min was a fortuneteller.

As far as Hector was concerned, it was merely a trash job, not a combat class, and thus he never included it as a variable.

‘A fortuneteller… does that mean he read my habits and my future?’

At the very end, to think he’d get taken down by something as trivial as a fortune.

Truly laughable.

“Ughhhh…!!”

…He was doing everything he could to hold on, but that was his limit.

Straining against the chains that were trying to return to their original positions, he had no strength left to do anything else.

Before Hector, Namgoong Min, with an arrow in his heart, stood up.

“The arrow is blocked. Coincidentally, the necklace was protecting the heart.”

“The artifact…!!”

“It broke due to how much force you applied, but… well, it doesn’t matter now.”

In an instant, the tables had turned.

The one who could have been victorious was now pushed to the brink of defeat.

Watching Hector struggling not to be pulled, Namgoong Min waved his hand in the air.

Then.

“Teapot?”

“………….”

Namgoong Min offered no reply.

He only held a glass teapot filled with a liquid that tinkled.

And then tilted the teapot downward──

<Formless Arrow>.

Clang!!!

“…………!!”

──The moment the glass teapot shattered into pieces.

With wide eyes of shock, Namgoong Min stared at Hector, who was bound by chains.

“Ugh… huff…!!”

Clank.

…Hector’s left arm twisted in an unnatural direction, and he dropped his grand bow.

Forcefully moving his left arm bound by chains, he lifted his bow to shoot the last remaining <Formless Arrow>.

Though his left arm was practically destroyed, he managed to take out the opponent’s means.

‘If I can just hold on through this…!’

Sensing a reversal on the horizon, Hector shook his body to free himself from the chains.

“…It’s pointless.”

“What…!!”

Namgoong Min, who had looked surprised for a moment, then glanced down at the ground where the broken teapot’s contents flowed.

Receiving the blood from his thigh with his hands, he let it fall into the water.

On seeing that unknown act, Hector was momentarily stunned.

The puddle of water, transparent even after mingling with blood, began to shine.

Special Skill <Water Divination>.

And the world changed.

*

“…What…?”

At some point, Hector opened his eyes and looked around.

A mountain filled with trees and grass. A place where only grass comes up to the ankles.

The mountaintop where their duel first began.

Why am I here?

Before he could understand that, a voice floated from somewhere.

“You said you shattered a meteorite?”

“……! Where are you!”

Hastily nocking an arrow, he scanned the area, but felt no presence anywhere.

However, Hector wasn’t feeling like he would lose.

His body had no injuries and was overflowing with energy as if he had returned to his youth.

As if it were his prime.

“Come out! I, Hector Arthur, do not shy away from an incoming fight!”

“One of the great archers of Europe, who even calls himself the destroyer of stars, Hector Arthur.”

“Yes! I am Hector Arthur!”

Is it another enemy?

With the excitement rising within him, Hector smiled.

After all, in just a year, he would have to return to the family and take up the position of Head. A life-and-death struggle was always welcomed.

Whoever this unknown enemy was, he would pierce them directly with arrows!

And so, briefly searching for the source of the voice.

Once again, the voice echoed.

“But you cannot even name a meteor as a star…”

“What do you mean by that!!”

“Try doing it yourself.”

…Huh? What are you talking about?

With those absurd words, Hector scowled in disbelief.

“…Huh?”

Is it just him, or…?

That star in the night sky seems to be moving…

“Is it, insane?”

…No, it’s not just him.

The star was indeed moving.

Among the countless stars blanketing the night sky, one star that should be far away was visibly heading towards him.

Grrrgrgrgrgrgr──!!!!

It’s coming this way!

Momentarily stunned by the unbelievable sight, Hector then thought.

“Yeah, so that’s how it’ll come out…!!”

No matter whether it’s a meteor or a star, he would fight with all his heart!

Job Skill <Sniper's Eye>.

Job Skill <Formless Arrow>.

General Skill <Giant's Right Arm>.

General Skill <Focused Breathing>.

And so, with all his power, he──

“Die!!!”

──Fires his shot.

The <Formless Arrow> flies and pierces the star headed for him.

That one brilliant shot from Hector would smash a star!

“Ha, hahaha! How about that, how about that! This is me! This is indeed me!!”

Looking at the broken star, he shouted with pride, but the mysterious voice had no response.

Well, naturally. They probably had no idea of the extent of Hector Arthur’s abilities.

Grinning wildly, Hector looked up at the night sky.

“………Huh?”

In that instant, he lost that smile.

…The stars.

All the stars that adorned the night sky.

They were all falling down.

“…………….”

Stars falling in numbers so vast that one could not even begin to count them.

He frantically drew back the bowstring, but the pride and confidence that had enveloped him a moment ago was gone, replaced with a feeling of helplessness that gripped him.

“AGGGHHHH!!!”

<Formless Arrow>, <Formless Arrow>.

Even as he desperately fired off two <Formless Arrows>, they disappeared without meaning.

Before long, the entire field of vision was filled with stars.

Thud.

“…………”

With a face bearing a blank expression, he dropped his bow, which was the last of his actions.

The stars fell.

*

“………….”

“…It’s over.”

And then.

Hector’s head, which felt as if it were dreaming, fell.

That was the signal marking the end of the duel.