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

Chapter 23
How to Distinguish Between Fortune-Telling and Fraud (4)

『 Translator – Divinity 』

‘I did it…! I did it!’

Huff. Huff.

Sister Ruina ran towards the church. Even though she was out of breath, she didn’t stop running.

She didn’t stop even when passersby looked at the nun running in a hurry and wondered what was wrong.

Actually, there wouldn’t be any problem even if she walked slowly, but Ruina didn’t want to go that slowly.

‘A Saintess! She’s really a Saintess!’

That Eileen, the little girl from the house the Saint frequently visited. It was only for a brief moment, but she couldn’t have seen wrong.

A Saintess. A Saintess has appeared.

A Saintess who would oppose that Saint!

“Ha, haha, hahaha!!”

Looking back, it had been a long time.

Ever since her father was excommunicated because of that damn Saint when she was young, Ruina’s life had suddenly become impoverished.

The high-quality meat and feasts she used to eat were replaced with cheap pork belly that she wouldn’t even eat if given to her.

The spacious and comfortable mansion became a cramped house.

And the allowance she received every month dropped to a measly few hundred thousand won.

She couldn’t stand such a poor life, so she resented her father, but…

Her father wanted restoration more than anyone else.

He even mobilized all his connections to make his daughter a nun and place her next to the Saint.

‘Honestly, I thought it was hopeless…!!’

Gather information to bring down the Saint from his side?

Ruina was enthusiastic at first, but the Saint’s lifestyle was enough to make even her sick of it.

Abstinence. Moderation. Diligence.

The Saint’s life was hard to see as that of a fellow human. Praying for 6 hours every day, strictly controlling his eating, sleeping, and everything else, was that human?

Above all, the Saint was diligent as an inquisitor.

He personally assassinated at least one heretic a day. And that was with him only killing those who were truly the worst offenders.

Ruina gave up after six months. She didn’t even know what information to gather since he practically had no personal life.

She was just living as a nun, spending each day as it came.

‘I was lucky! Really lucky!’

Hope appeared after the Saint met that little girl, Charles Teddybear’s daughter.

A reaction that only Ruina, who had been trying to get any information, could notice, while other clergy members rarely even saw the Saint’s face out of reverence.

───The Saint was flustered right after examining that little girl.

Even though that moment of fluster was brief, it was enough for Ruina to notice.

Even though he said he wasn’t sure after the examination, he decided to enroll in Romance Academy a few days later.

It could have been a coincidence, but Ruina bet everything on that possibility. She was convinced that there was something about that little girl that the Saint wanted to hide.

As a result, she was able to use everything she had accumulated while living as a nun to get transferred to the Church in Romance Academy.

And finally, she reached this day.

‘A Saintess! I was expecting a hidden family or love affair, but a Saintess? Seriously!’

She was rewarded. She was rewarded.

She was rewarded for enduring poverty, for doing the nun work she hated, for drowsily attending those boring prayers!

Ruina continued to run. She ran towards the church as fast as she could, taking shortcuts to contact her father.

Even the back alleys, which she normally wouldn’t even go near because they were narrow and dark, looked like highways to her now.

“Now I can go back to the old days—”

Thud.

…Thud.

***

“U-um, Mr. Namgung Min?”

“Someone might hear you, just call me Namgung Min.”

“H-hic! How could I possibly…!”

“Call me that.”

“…Y-yes. Namgung Min…”

Isn’t it tiring to add “Mr.” every time you call me?

Honestly, it’s embarrassing for me to hear it every time. I’m also afraid someone might hear.

“But why?”

“Ah. That… Even so, isn’t it a bit much to spy on the Saint?”

“Don’t worry. You’re just watching with your superpower, so it’s not spying, it’s more like observing.”

“That’s also a problem…”

Isn’t it fine?

I looked at Rain, who was fidgeting, while sipping my drink at the cafe.

Why is she acting like this when she’s someone who frequently spies on others to find their weaknesses with her superpower?

“………….”

“Ah, alright…”

Of course, Rain’s passive resistance was easily suppressed with a stern glare.

Actually, knowing her background, taking advantage of Rain’s ‘strong against the weak, weak against the strong’ complex… pricked my conscience quite a bit.

I was using it while claiming to cure her of it.

So… even if it was just to appease my conscience, I wanted to give her something.

“Is it uncomfortable meeting me?”

“E-excuse me?”

“You’re being excessively polite, so of course you want to avoid me. This time, I came to you directly, so you couldn’t help it.”

“………….”

“So, there has to be something in return.”

“…Yes?”

Even at my words that pierced her true feelings, she just lowered her head. Her mental illness prevented her from speaking or acting carelessly in front of ‘the strong’.

And as a backlash against that, she acted even more harshly towards the weak, earning her the title of villainess and attracting all kinds of hate.

Right now, the matter of the Saint and Eileen was urgent, but once that was resolved, Rain was next.

For that, I had to give her the best I could offer.

“I’ll tell your fortune.”

“Fortune-telling… you mean?”

“Yes, for example…”

The best I could offer was what Rain Arthur truly wanted to know.

“…Your mother’s whereabouts, or something.”

“………!!!”

Thud!

In an instant, Rain shot up from her chair.

For her, who was always careful with her actions in front of the strong, to react like this meant that the topic of her mother was a complete taboo.

“…Those words.”

“………….”

“Can you… take responsibility for them?”

Even the head of the Arthur family, Rain’s father, who was the cause of Rain’s current state,

And Lucas Arthur never brought up the topic of Rain’s mother.

Even for her, trapped in the shell of ‘strong against the weak, weak against the strong’, there was a trigger that could break her out of it.

…The surrounding tables, chairs, and teacups floated into the air.

Rain’s superpower was activated to the extreme, naturally targeting me.

If I gave the wrong answer here, she would attack me without hesitation, even if she perceived me as strong.

“Those words just now, it wasn’t a joke, you really can–”

“Of course I can.”

“—take responsibility… you say?”

But with the general skill activated, I could see it.

Rain was trembling slightly. It meant her ‘strong against the weak, weak against the strong’ complex wouldn’t allow this behavior.

She still recognized me as strong and was terrified.

That’s why I could remain unfazed by Rain’s outward threats.

While glancing at the fork and knife that kept trying to stab my neck, I acted calm as the strong one.

“Rain Arthur, haven’t you already seen my fortune-telling several times?”

“………….”

“The question and answer with Liu during the entrance exam, the speech at the entrance ceremony, and even the escape from the maze. I believe you have some trust in my fortune-telling.”

“That’s…”

Hey, you are hesitating, right? The fork and knife keep trying to stab my neck.

This might draw blood? Uh oh, the chair and teacups are creeping closer? Could you please make up your mind before they hit my head?

“…Alright.”

Clang!

“Yes, that’s a good decision.”

The chair and teacups that were approaching me as if to surround me returned to their original places, and the fork and knife that were threatening my neck fell to the floor powerlessly.

Wow, if they had stabbed a little deeper, it would have drawn blood. I almost had my strongman act exposed in such a ridiculous way.

But I can’t show it. I have to act relaxed as if I didn’t even notice those things from the beginning.

…My hands kept trembling, so I decided to stop drinking.

“After this is over, you’ll tell my fortune… right?”

“Of course.”

Come to think of it, I also promised to tell Liu my secret.

I can just tell her when I see her next time. If I accidentally forget, who knows what might happen.

She, as a , could impose disadvantages on those who broke deals with her.

After firmly imprinting the deals with Liu and Rain in my mind, I looked at Rain.

“What have I…”

She seemed to be overcome with self-loathing for threatening me just now.

Is the backlash that strong because she defied her ‘strong against the weak, weak against the strong’ complex?

I opened my mouth to change her mood.

“So, where is the Saint now?”

“Ah… yes. So, he’s currently at the house you mentioned…”

Rain didn’t know that the house I mentioned was Charles Teddybear’s. There was no need to tell her.

It was time to move. I had to go while the Saint was still inside the house.

“…He’s not there?”

“What?”

“Huh? Wait a minute. He was inside just a moment ago…?”

Not there? No way.

It hadn’t even been 3 minutes since I confirmed the Saint entering the house and that problematic nun leaving.

There’s no way he could have left in such a short time.

“Can you find where he is now?”

“S-so… um… Ah!”

Rain, who was hurriedly using her superpower, suddenly raised her head as if she had discovered something.

But for some reason,

…I couldn’t shake off this ominous feeling.

“Back alley, he’s in a back alley near the church. It’s dark, so I can’t see clearly, but… um? It seems like he’s with that nun from earlier…?”

“Damn it.”

“Uh, Namgung… Min?”

“Let’s go now, Rain.”

What did I miss?

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out the cause. In the first place, maybe it was a natural consequence since everything was messed up from the beginning because of this damn job.

Perhaps it was unreasonable to try and predict everything based solely on my experiences in the game.

But it’s not like I was just sitting idly by.

“Rain, contact the person I mentioned.”

“The church? Even then, we can only enter as guests…”

“That’s enough.”

Only someone like the daughter of the Arthur family could visit the church where the Saint was staying as a guest.

After glancing at Rain, who was taking out her phone with a puzzled expression, I hurriedly started walking.

, Raphael Martina.

Although I couldn’t experience that hidden event my little sister told me about, so I couldn’t say I completely understood you, she did say there was a twist related to the Saint in that hidden ending, which honestly, I wasn’t curious about.

But still, I know what you’re trying to do now.

“Let’s hurry!”

“Ah, yes!”

Thud. Thud.

We ran out of the cafe and headed towards the church.

It was fortunate that I had entered a cafe near the church beforehand, but my disastrous physical aptitude prevented me from easily running even that short distance.

I ran with all my might, squeezing every ounce of strength from my body, but perhaps because of the sudden movement, I became out of breath in less than a minute.

“Namgung Min…?”

I was afraid of the repercussions of showing this weak side of me to Rain, but I was more afraid of what the Saint would do.

My legs were shaking, and I could taste blood in my mouth, but I ran without rest and arrived at the church.

“…Huff, huff. Please.”

“…Alright.”

Rain’s suspicious eyes were directed at me, but my gaze was solely focused on the church.

More precisely, on the basement below it.

“This is Rain Arthur, as I mentioned.”

“Ah, welcome. But who is this person next to you…?”

“He’s… my servant. Didn’t we contact you beforehand?”

“Ah, yes, we confirmed. The Saint is currently out, and Priest Robert will greet the guests–”

I apologize for interrupting the nun’s kind guidance, but there’s no time.

“—Excuse me, but would it be alright if I used the restroom for a moment?”

“Of course. The restroom is at the end of the hallway to your right after you enter.”

“Thank you. Miss Rain, I will follow shortly.”

“Yes, alright…”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

My heart was pounding. Even with slow, deep breaths, my racing heart didn’t calm down.

Leaving Rain’s questioning gaze behind, I walked down the hallway.

The hallway to the right, the end of the hallway that appears after turning the corner, the restroom… the third room from the front.

I stood in front of it and turned the doorknob.

“.”

Throb.

A vivid pain shot through my right eye. The pressure, like forcibly opening my eye wide, was agonizing.

But the reward for the pain was sweet.

‘…I see it.’

Outwardly, it was just a simple door and doorknob, but its true form was a dial like that of a safe.

Three times to the right, twice to the left, push in four times, twice to the right again, and finally, after a brief pause, three times to the left.

Click.

With a soft sound, the door opened slightly. But what lay beyond wasn’t someone’s room or a prayer room.

‘…Stairs.’

Stairs leading down to a dark, damp, and heavy place.

My hesitation was brief.

Step. Step.

I closed the door and descended the dark stairs.

The stairs… weren’t that long.

There was no door at the end, and it revealed the church basement without any obstruction.

The church basement. The torture chamber permitted only to the inquisitors, including the Saint.

In that place, which was effectively his private room since the Saint was the only inquisitor in this church,

“…Ah, fellow sinner.”

Holding a blood-dripping mace, with the bleeding nun tied to a chair,

The Saint was smiling.

“…Yes, Saint.”

So, I too,

Somehow managed to smile.