I Became a Fortune Teller in a Game My Sister Made

21 – 5. How to differentiate between divination and fraud

Kwajik!

“You’re a pitiful person.”

“…….”

The saint shook his hand after sticking his mace in the middle of the table covered with a purple tablecloth.

The table, which had been broken in half, stood precariously even as it swayed.

“Repent.”

“……You have bad taste, saint.”

no. This is not a bad taste or a threat or anything.

I felt firsthand that the saint in front of me could really kill me. The fear he felt the moment the mace hit the table was terrifying.

… Surely, the reason no fortuneteller appeared in the game was because all these fanatics broke earthenware pots.

Inadvertently straightening his posture, Namgung-min looked at Seongja.

“Did you really need to exercise your skills?”

“It’s not a skill exercise. I’m following the will of the Lord.”

“…….”

what bullsh*t is this

… … Still, it’s not like there’s no point at all.

“Because I hate dots… is that so?”

“That’s right. A fortuneteller who hates divination. It’s God’s punishment, not a vicious heresy.”

The saint who said that had benign eyes as if he hadn’t done anything wrong. Rather, in those eyes, you can even see a sign of sympathy for Namgoong Min.

In fact, whether it’s a suspicious disease, strong weak weak, violent, whatever.

It was clear to me that a fanatic who fell into religion was the real madness.

“You know what? Everyone in the world commits sins. Even I can’t escape them.”

Uh, that seems certain.

“But people can’t judge them all, because we live under the definition of law and morality. The only thing we can judge is when we violate them.”

“…Are you saying there are others?”

“Of course. Aren’t there any sins in your past life?”

this.

fanatic bastard.

“Who can know past lives, past sins? What law will define past lives, what morality will judge them? Impossible. Impossible for humans.”

“………….”

“But the great Lord who exists in the sky is different.”

The saint still had a bright light shining all over his body.

As if he wasn’t wrong, as if anything more was infinitely right.

He was a ＜saint＞ from birth.

“You are being punished. You, who were born as ＜Fortune Tellers＞ for committing a crime in your past life, but walk the fate of despising divination, are being severely punished.”

“……You mean this is punishment?”

“Yes. You are already being punished by God, but a mere human being like me cannot judge you.”

To be honest, what this fanatic is saying… … I understand, but my head hurts.

So, since my current situation is God’s punishment, and I’m already being punished, the saint himself won’t get involved.

Namgoong Min frowned.

“I don’t believe in God.”

“Nevertheless, God exists.”

“I don’t believe in fate either.”

“Nevertheless, destiny exists.”

“My life is not God’s punishment.”

“The punishment is right.”

No conversation at all

In the head of the saint, his own beliefs, justice, and worldview are already clearly established and followed. No matter how hard you try, you can’t even scratch that solid mind.

No matter how much one talks about godlessness and disbelief, the saint does not become disturbed in the slightest.

Is it because, for him, religion has become life itself beyond a part of life?

“………….”

No matter what you think, talking to a fanatic who decides that you are so-and-so was more unpleasant than you thought.

… … Is it because the saying that you are destined to be punished in the future after deciding your life so far is similar to that pseudo-asshole?

It was similar to what the son of a b*tch said to his parents.

‘… … f*ck.’

But it was also an opportunity.

Unless you know that fanatic could really kill me. The first priority is to survive the clutches of the saint.

And if the conversation ends like this, the saint will not touch Namgoong-min. You’ll think you’re already being punished by God.

Because I thought so.

“But, saint, it’s a little strange.”

“What are you talking about?”

… … Let’s touch the saint, to the point where it’s a little tight.

You said my life is God’s punishment

But is your life any different?

“I am not only a tarot divination. I know how to read the four signs, the secret of the earth, the eight trigrams, and the coronation.”

“You’re learning all of that while despising it. How severe is this punishment?”

“I saw the Holy Son’s contemplation.”

“Oh, how about it. An ordinary fortuneteller would not have listened to it, but the words of an agonizing sinner are worth listening to.”

“You don’t believe in fate.”

“…….”

Seongja looks down at Namgoong-min with eyes that are not different from before.

Is it my misunderstanding that those actions seem to be the words of patience?

“I see the place where the saint was born. I see a baby born in the filthiest place behind the colorful city.”

“………….”

＜Saint＞ Rafael Martina.

You said you knew and understood everything about me, but I also know you.

How much do you allow for the ‘dot’ to pick up the past you want to forget?

“Babies are born in filthy places, but they shine. I can see them. I can see them coming up and taking you away, embroidered with rich decorations. I can clearly see the woman who gave birth to you wailing and fainting.”

“……………….”

“The baby is called the one and only saint in the world and grows up in awe. Five years after the baby was born, I see the child pushed by people to go on a pilgrimage.”

“………….”

“The child is crying. A child who is suddenly thrown to the ground in a life of worship cries sadly. His feet are swollen, his body is covered with scars, and his throat is hoarse, yet he cries.”

“……………….”

“When he cries like that, it’s because he knows people are running. But now no one is coming. That’s how he spends his days on the road.”

“……stop.”

“In the end, after five days have passed, the child is forced to go on a pilgrimage. And in the first city———”

Quaang!!

“——Please stop.”

This time, the table was completely destroyed.

I see a saint holding a mace and looking like he’s going to break my neck right now.

But unlike before, he doesn’t look scary to me.

“Why do you tell me to stop? I was just predicting you.”

“Don’t be fooled. I know about contemplation, and that it’s impossible to talk about it in such detail.”

“What does contemplation matter?”

“……yes?”

“However I knew that, in the end, wouldn’t it matter if what I said was true or not?”

＜Saint＞ is never a perfect human being.

He is just a human who was born with the job of ＜saint＞ when he was born.

Talking about it was the character event of the saint, and the only hidden event in the romance academy.

“Holy saint, do you believe in fate?”

“……”

“You said what I said earlier. ‘Nevertheless, fate exists’.”

“…he said so.”

“The saint believes in the existence of destiny, but doesn’t he try to go against it?”

“…………ha ha ha.”

the saint laughs And as soon as he heard that, Namgoong Min was able to intuit.

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That is not the laughter of a ＜saint＞, but the laughter of a human named ‘Raphael Martina’.

“That’s poignant. Really.”

“It’s too much praise.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard about the past…”

Rafael Martina sat in the chair in front.

With the smashed table in the middle, the fortuneteller and Raphael faced each other.

Honestly, I didn’t expect a saint to come out like this… … I’m ashamed of myself for saying it a little emotionally.

“I’m sorry about that earlier. Memories in that city are very unpleasant and disgusting.”

“no.”

“You were offended by my words.”

“…….”

“I’m not stupid either. How can you not be offended when someone’s life is judged to be God’s punishment?”

Raphael, who was turning the mace, smiled.

Unlike a little while ago, it looks quite frivolous.

However, Raphael continued talking as if he didn’t mind.

“Nevertheless, I believe you are being punished by God.”

“…why?”

“I know because I’ve been through it too.”

It was more like a confession than a story.

Confession of Sin by a human named Rafael Martina.

“Did you know? At least 538 humans lost their lives to this single lump of steel.”

“They were heretics, swindlers, criminals, scum… but they were also human.”

“I told you earlier. Everyone commits sins and lives, and so do I.”

“then.”

Raphael clasped his hands together and bowed his head forward.

It was like a solemn prayer.

“Who will judge me for committing the crime of murder?”

“…Are you saying that’s not human?”

“hahahaha. You already know the answer, don’t you? It’s been a while since I’ve seen a criminal receive the same punishment… so you’ve become a bit talkative.”

Where did the solemnity from earlier go, and Raphael, smiling again, rose from his seat.

He was looking down at Namgoong Min like the first time.

“Still, this has convinced me.”

“…Are you sure?”

“Do not approach Eileen Teddy Bear.”

The saint muttered quietly.

A return to the initial conclusion, as if turning all the conversations we had so far into nothing.

But his words were not over.

“This is for you more than that girl.”

“me?”

“The god is perfect, but the people who serve him are not like that. Aren’t they the kind that take babies from their parents’ hands?”

The saint, who was fiddling with the cross hanging around his neck, grabbed the mace again.

Wooddeuk.

This time, the steel mace was twisted little by little with just a grip, without it sinking.

“I don’t want to show you the secrets of the church to you who are probably closer to God than those who are punished by God.”

“Church’s shame.”

“It’s also the fate I’m trying to defy.”

… … Namgoong-min recalled Seong-ja’s character event from his memory.

The event that took place at the Vatican was a very special event, as if it were a hidden event.

Because it was an extra route to see the ‘ending’ right away.

“I’ll tell Instructor Charles Teddy Bear, please go back today.”

The saint pulled back the blackout curtain.

It seems like he knew how to get out from the start.

“Oh, let me tell you one last thing.”

“……What is?”

“Please, keep that heart that despises divination…”

“Otherwise.”

“Because I have no choice but to come to kill you myself. Comrade Sinner.”

flutter.

“………….”

The saint disappeared behind the curtain, leaving only the words that bothered him until the end.

By now, he’d be by Eileen’s teddy bear, protecting her.

‘The secret of the church.’

… … The ‘disease’ that Eileen teddy bear suffers from is randomly determined in each episode.

There were times when it was just a simple cold, times when it was a rare disease that required all sorts of rare items to be beaten, and times when it was an incurable disease that was impossible to cure.

And among them, there is one case where the ＜Saint＞ character is uniquely intertwined.

Eileen at this time——was not ill.

‘job.’

Eileen, who was involved with the saint, is suffering because of the girl’s job.

“It’s been ominous since the saint was in Eileen’s room, but…”

Unlike the case of just getting sick, if the saint is involved, a fairly long event must be held in order for Eileen to be saved.

It’s an early event, so it wasn’t difficult to cooperate with the saint.

“That’s what my salesman is.”

Since my job is a ＜fortune teller＞, everything got messed up.

In the first place, if the job wasn’t ‘fortune teller’, the saint would have asked for help after a little conversation rather than wielding a mace in the first place, and if you follow the instructions of the saint, you will be able to clear it.

What should I do now?

“……first of all.”

need a helper

A person who will help me, but will never take the side of the saint. He is a better person if he has outstanding personal abilities and is good at fighting. And someone who won’t ask me anything about my relationship with the saint.

… … There was only one that met all conditions.

*

“……yes?”

“Help me, Lane.”

“……Hi!”

Looking at Namgoong-min, the ‘strong man’, who suddenly came to the infirmary and gave orders with serious eyes and voice.

Lane started to hiccup.