I Became a Fortune Teller in a Game My Sister Made

23 – 5. How to differentiate between divination and fraud

‘I did it… … ! I did it!’

omg. Huh Eok.

Sister Louisa ran towards the church. I was out of breath, but I urged my legs without stopping.

Even though passers-by stared at the nun as she hurriedly ran away, asking why she was like that, she did not stop.

To be honest, there was nothing wrong with walking slowly, but Ruina didn’t want to go that slowly.

‘Saint! She’s really a saint!’

That Eileen, the little girl from the house the saint often visited. It was only for a moment that I could confirm it, but I couldn’t have seen it wrong.

is a saint. A saintess appeared.

A saintess who will stand against that saint!

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!”

Looking back, it was a very long time.

Ever since her father was excommunicated as a child for that goddamn saint, Ruina’s life has become impoverished at once.

The high-quality meat and dinners I always ate were replaced with cheap pork belly that I wouldn’t eat even if given.

The spacious and fluffy mansion became a narrow house.

The allowance I received every month had fallen to a few hundred thousand won at the most.

She couldn’t bear to live in poverty like that, so she resented her father.

Her father, more than anyone else, was eager for restoration.

To the extent that he mobilized all of his personal connections to turn his daughter into a nun and insert her into the side of the saint.

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

Gathering the information to bring him down by the side of a saint?

Ruina was ambitious at first, but the life of a saint was enough to make even her tired.

Abstinence. Temperance, diligence.

It was hard to see the saint’s life as the same human being. Is that a human being who prays for six hours every day and abstains from eating and sleeping like a knife?

Above all, the saint was diligent as a heretic inquisitor.

Enough to directly kill at least one heretic per day. Even the killing of the saint by himself was one person a day, even though the crime was really the worst.

Louisa gave up after half a year. In the first place, there was no such thing as privacy, so I didn’t know what kind of information to collect.

I was just living as a nun and living day by day.

‘You’re lucky! I really liked it!’

Ever since Saint met the little b*tch, Charles Teddy Bear’s daughter, there’s hope.

The other priests didn’t even look at the saint’s face because they were embarrassed, but only Ruina, who tried to get even a little bit of information, could understand the reaction.

───The saint, immediately after examining that young woman, was taken aback.

Even that embarrassment was brief, but it was enough for Ruina to notice.

Even after the examination, he said he was not sure, but decided to enter the romance academy a few days later.

It could have just been a coincidence, but Ruina bet everything on that possibility. I was sure the young b*tch had something the saint wanted to hide.

As a result, she was able to use everything she had accumulated while living as a nun and was assigned to the church of Romance Academy.

finally arrived today

‘A saint! At least I thought of hidden family and love. Does a saintess make sense!’

Rewarded. you’ve been rewarded

As much as she endured poverty, as much as she did things she didn’t want to do as a nun, as much as she dozed off in tedious prayers, she was rewarded!

Louisa continued to run. I ran to the church as quickly as I could and took a short cut to contact my father.

Normally, it was a narrow and dark back alley that I wouldn’t go near, but now it looked like a highway.

“Now we can go back to the old days”

puck.

… … … puck.

*

“That, Namgoong-min?”

“Someone might hear it, just call me Namgoong Min.”

“Hee, hee! How can I…!”

“Call.”

“……Yes, yes. Namgoong Min….”

Isn’t it hard to do it every time you call me?

To be honest, I feel ashamed every time I hear it. I am afraid that someone will hear it.

“But why?”

“Ah. That… even if it’s a bit dark, isn’t it a little bit like following the saint?”

“Don’t worry. It’s not tailing, it’s just spying.”

“That’s a problem too…”

Is there any problem?

Sitting in a cafe, sipping a drink, I looked at the restless Lane.

Why is this guy who often spies to catch Rio’s weakness with his superpowers in the first place?

“………….”

“Ah, I see…”

Of course, Rain’s passive rebellion can be suppressed quickly if he shoots him with serious eyes.

In fact, taking advantage of Lane’s strength and weakness from the standpoint of knowing her background… … My conscience stings a little too much.

He said he would treat her strength and weakness, and he was taking advantage of it.

so… … I wanted to give her something, even if it was only to comfort my heart.

“Is it burdensome to meet me?”

“Uh, yes?”

“I’m so overly polite, of course you want to avoid me. This time, I couldn’t help it because I went to visit you myself.”

“………….”

“So, if there is something coming, there must be something going.”

“……yes?”

Despite my words that pierce her honest heart, she just bows her head. It’s because her mental illness is that she can’t say or act recklessly in front of a ‘strong man’.

As a reaction against him, she acted more harshly towards the weak, so she was called a wicked woman and gathered all sorts of hatred.

Right now, Saint and Eileen’s work is urgent, but once this is resolved, Lane is next.

For that, I’ll give her the best I can.

“I’ll give you a fortune.”

“Dot… do you mean?”

“Yes, for example…”

The best is what a person named Rain Arthur really wants to know.

“…Mother’s position or something.”

“…………!!!”

rattle!

Moments later, Lane kicks off her chair and gets up.

If she reacts like this, being cautious of all her actions in front of a strong person, then the story of her mother must be the opposite.

“……that word.”

“………….”

“Can you… take responsibility?”

The head of the Artur family, the main culprit who made Rain like this, that is, Rain’s father.

And Lucas Arthur never brings up the story of Lane’s mother.

Even if she is trapped in a strong and weak weak shell, there is always an opportunity to break through and come out.

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

Lane’s psychic powers are fully displayed and naturally target me.

If I get one wrong answer here, even if she recognizes me as a strong person, she will attack me without hesitation.

“That word, it’s not like a joke, it’s really—”

“of course.”

“——You can take responsibility, you say……?”

However, I can see it when I activate the normal skill ＜Observation＞.

Lane is shaking slightly. It means that her strength and weakness do not allow this behavior now.

She perceives me as strong and is still terrified.

Because we know that, we can not be frightened by Rain’s threats that only appear on the outside.

Looking sideways at the forks and knives that kept trying to stab me in the neck, I acted out my composure as a strong man.

“Rain Arthur, haven’t you seen my divination several times already?”

“………….”

“Q&A with Liu during the entrance exam, speech at the entrance ceremony, and even escaping from the maze. I think there is some trust in my divination.”

“that…….”

Hey, are you worried about that? You keep forking and stabbing my throat with a knife?

Will it bleed if I do this wrong? Uh, a chair and a teacup are creeping up? Can’t we make a quick decision before they knock over my head?

“……all right.”

Clink!

“Yeah, that’s a really good idea.”

The chair and teacup that had been approaching me as if besieging me returned to their original positions, and the fork and knight that had stabbed my throat fell powerlessly to the floor.

Wow, if you stabbed it a little too deep, it would have bleed. It was so absurd that Kangja’s acting almost caught me.

Still, you should never be embarrassed. You have to act leisurely as if you didn’t care about that from the beginning.

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

“After this job is over, you’ll get a fortune right away… right?”

“of course.”

Come to think of it, I decided to tell Liu a secret too.

You can tell me this the next time we meet. You don’t know what could happen if you accidentally forgot it.

Because she is the ＜greatest man＞, she can force a disadvantage on the target who broke the deal.

I looked at Lane with the deal with Rio and Lane clearly engraved in my head.

“I… what did I do…”

A look of self-doubt over what threatened me just a moment ago.

I wonder if the recoil is as strong as I ignored the weak and weak.

I opened my mouth to arouse her mood.

“So, where is the Holy Son now?”

“Ah… yes. So, the house you told me about is now…”

Lane doesn’t know that the house I was talking about is the house of Charles Teddy Bear. Because I didn’t even have to tell you.

Still, it’s time to move slowly. I have to go while the saint is still in the house.

“……isn’t it?”

“what?”

“Huh? Wait a minute. You were inside just a moment ago…?”

no? No way.

It took less than three minutes to confirm that the saint entered the house and the nun in question left.

There’s no way it came out in such a short amount of time.

“Can you find out where they are now?”

“That, so……um……ah!”

Lane, who was urgently using his psychic powers, raised his head as if he had discovered something.

But why?

… … The ominous feeling does not go away.

“You’re in the back alley, in the back alley near the church. It’s dark, so I can’t see you well… hm? You seem to be with that nun earlier…?”

“sh*t.”

Pak.

“Uh, Namgung……Min?”

“Let’s go now, Lane.”

what did i miss

Even thinking about it, I don’t know why. It may have been a natural result since it was twisted from the start because of this guy’s ＜Fortune Teller＞ job in the first place.

Maybe it was unreasonable from the beginning to predict everything based on experience in the game.

But it wasn’t because I didn’t let go.

“Rain, give me what I said.”

“Is it a church? Even so, you can only enter as a guest…”

“That’s enough.”

Since she was a young lady of the Arthur family, she could go to the church where the saint is staying as a guest.

Even with an expression that she doesn’t understand yet, she sees Lane taking out her cell phone and steps forward in a hurry.

The Saint, by Rafael Martina.

Even though I haven’t been able to do the hidden event I heard about from my sister, I can’t say I fully know you. He said there was a twist about the saint in the hidden ending, but honestly, I wasn’t even curious.

Still, I know what you’re trying to do.

“Let’s go!”

“Ah yes!”

Tadat.

I hurriedly run out of the cafe and head to the church.

It’s fortunate that I went to a cafe close to the church beforehand, but my ruinous physical aptitude doesn’t allow me to easily run even that close distance.

I squeezed my whole body and ran with all my might, but maybe it was because of the sudden movement, I was short of breath and short of breath within a minute.

“Namgoong Min…?”

I’m afraid of the aftermath of showing such a weak side to Lane, but I’m afraid of what the saint will do more than that.

My legs are wobbly and the taste of sweetness is in my mouth, but I run nonstop to get to the church.

“…Heo-euk, heo-euk, please.”

“………all right.”

Lane’s suspicious eyes are on me, but my eyes are focused only on the church.

To be precise, the cellar beneath it.

“This is the Rain Arthur I told you about.”

“Ah, welcome. By the way, who’s next to you…?”

“That……is a servant. Didn’t you contact me beforehand?”

“Ah, I’ve confirmed it. The saint is out now, and Priest Robert is about to greet the guests——”

I’m sorry for the nun’s kind guidance, but I don’t have time.

“–I’m sorry, but would it be all right if I went to the bathroom for a while?”

“Of course. The bathroom is at the end of the hallway to the right after entering.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lane, I will follow soon.”

“Yeah, I know… uh.”

thud. thud. thud.

My heart beats steeply. Even though I took a slow, deep breath, my heart was still beating fast.

Leaving behind Lane’s suspicious gaze, I walked down the hallway.

In the hallway on the right, turn the corner, and at the end of the hallway you can see the bathroom… … Third room from the front.

Stand in front of it and turn the doorknob.

“＜Observation＞.”

sigh.

I feel vivid pain in my right eye. The feeling of pressure, as if forced to open the eyes wide, is painful.

But the price of suffering is sweet.

‘… … see.’

From the outside, it looks like a simple door and doorknob, but the reality is that it is a dial like a safe.

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

Click.

The door opens slowly with a soft sound. But beyond that wasn’t someone’s room or prayer room.

‘… … stairs.’

The stairs going down, dark, damp, and even the air heavy.

The hesitation was brief.

Turbuck. Turbuck.

Close the door and go down the dark stairs.

The stairs… … It wasn’t too long.

There was no door at its end, and it gave an unobstructed view of the crypt of the church.

basement of the church. A torture chamber that was only allowed to the Heretic Questioner, including the saint.

The heretic inquisitor of this church is the only saint, in fact, in his exclusive room.

“……Ah, a sinner comrade.”

While holding the dripping mace, tied to a chair the bleeding nun.

The saint was smiling.

“……Yes, saint.”

So, me too.

smiled somehow