I Became a Fortune Teller in a Game My Sister Made

25 – 5. How to differentiate between divination and fraud

I had a dream.

‘… … … ah.’

In her dreams she could fly like a butterfly.

Beyond my body sleeping on the bed, beyond the roof of the house, beyond the people walking on the street.

No one notices, only she is free.

‘yes… It’s bad.’

It’s been several years since she came to this floating city with her father, but she has never been able to look around the city to her heart’s content.

All I can do is lie on the bed and stare out the window.

To her, the world beyond the window was everything in this city.

But now it’s different.

‘So pretty!’

True to its name, the city in the air, clouds float around and birds can be seen.

The roads and buildings are beautifully arranged and spotlessly clean.

Towering mountains and refreshing lakes welcome her, and beautiful nature spreads out everywhere.

Truly a place close to paradise.

‘I can’t touch… … There is none.’

Flying through the sky, she landed near the lake and put her hand into the water.

However, nothing is felt. There are no ripples in the water either.

I was a little disappointed, but seeing such a beautiful sight quickly filled my heart with excitement.

Fly, fly, fly again.

It’s been a while since I carve the beautiful things of the city into my eyes.

‘… … uh?’

attracted.

She felt a strange attraction to the beautiful church on the outskirts of town.

Even though it was a strange feeling she felt for the first time in her life, she was flying toward the church before she knew it.

Should I say instinct?

her heart was screaming.

It’s over there, it’s right there.

That there is what you have been looking for so long.

‘Looking for… … thing?’

I don’t have anything like that What is a girl looking for after lying in bed all day?

Even with her doubts, she climbed over the walls of the church and entered.

Beyond the beautiful ornaments, beyond the praying people, beyond the arguing priest and the silver-haired girl.

Under. Under.

there–

“I… what can I do?”

“First, we should talk to that nun.”

‘That person.’

──There was a person who came to her every day and comforted her.

Is that the person I’m looking for?

‘… … no.’

Rather, the opposite.

Deep in the heart, there is an echo that cries out that only that person cannot be tolerated.

Neither personality, behavior, nor appearance. It just cries out that it cannot acknowledge its existence itself.

But that person is a grateful person.

Why now… … Do you feel rejected?

“How are you, saint? What are you going to do with this nun?”

“……The memory has already been erased.

‘Kill? Kill?’

In an instant, she opened her eyes wide.

you kill people? Did I ever feel grateful to someone like that?

The wall in my heart collapsed, and I accepted the rejection and hostility that I had not acknowledged myself.

‘To kill me… … Were you by my side?’

The man with the mace, who is called the saint, is glared at.

Gratitude turns into betrayal, which quickly leads to disgust. And beyond that, I feel hatred.

It was the time Eileen approached the saint.

“No, don’t kill me.”

“……Yes? Sister Louisa is a spy sent to me. It is right to take this opportunity.”

“I’m going to use that.”

“Usage… you mean?”

“yes.”

She turned her head to where the voice came from.

Short black hair, red shirt and black suit. A sorrowful smile, a strangely small right eye.

There is blood on my face that I don’t know where it came from, and I wipe it off with the white glove I put on my hand.

Mysteriously, the wiped blood disappears little by little and the gloves remain clean.

‘… … ah.’

that’s the person

Before you think with your head, before you spit out words.

She understood deep down.

That person is what they are looking for so much.

Without reason, without logic, without reason.

just knew

‘This… … .’

Is it love at first sight?

She had never felt the emotion of love. Because I was sick since childhood, I stayed at home until I was almost 20 years old.

That’s why I couldn’t be sure of this feeling or realize it.

Rather, because of that, I fall into the feelings I felt for the first time.

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‘I’m feeling good… … .’

When I see that person, I feel good. When I think of that person, I just smile. When I approach that person, my heart feels like it will explode.

A vague and fluffy feeling that I feel for the first time in my life.

She casually approached him and stood beside him.

‘… … good night.’

Stand next to him and walk side by side.

He doesn’t know me, he doesn’t notice me, I don’t even touch him, but she’s content.

Because I was happy just being together like this.

When the two of them are walking like that, there is someone who catches their eye sooner or later.

‘saint.’

She now knows who he is. No matter how much you stay at home, there’s no way you don’t know the famous ＜Saint＞.

However, the person in front of her was a saint and a nabal, and she was just displeased.

Beyond the misunderstanding that he tried to kill her, the murderer who wants to kill the nun, the visceral hostility deep inside.

‘Why are you in front of me?’

Because it seemed to get in her way with this person.

I’ll forgive you, so can’t you just turn it off?

The moment she clenched her fist even though she knew she couldn’t touch it anyway.

“Wait quietly there.”

“Yes, it is.”

‘… … … yes.’

One word from this person washes away all the unpleasantness.

Know. That he was not talking to me, but to that unreliable saint.

Still, she obeyed.

Because that was his word.

He stands tall and waits with his hands folded politely.

“Tell her the disinformation.”

“You mean disinformation?”

“Now that this has happened, let’s find out whoever put her in as a spy.”

“But what information are you telling me?

“Holy Son. Didn’t you tell me to leave everything to you?”

‘… … uh? Huh?’

When you are listening to a voice that calmly makes you feel good and a voice that makes you feel disgusted just by hearing it.

Suddenly, she felt her body move little by little.

Not of one’s own will, as if being sucked somewhere. As if the time is up now.

‘Oh, no!’

He told me to wait, but that was what he said.

At least, even if it’s just the name–

“It’s okay… Namgoong Min.”

“I have a lot of work to do. Leave this much to me.”

──Namgoongmin, Namgoongmin, Namgoongmin.

In order not to forget the name, in order to somehow remember it, repeating it over and over again.

Over the church, over the sky, under the roof, and finally in bed.

“Namgung……Min.”

She got out of her dream and went to sleep.

*

The saint trudged out.

He looked so tired.

‘… … It wasn’t like a fellow sinner.’

It was a mistake. I mistakenly thought that they were comrades who were punished by the same god.

As he climbed the stairs and opened the door, the saint shuddered.

‘He is being punished even more severely.’

Although he hates fortune telling, he fulfills his duties as a fortune teller. He puts down and insults his own job, and on the other hand, he looks more like a fortuneteller than anyone else.

It goes beyond self-contradiction, and is more like a disease that one cannot recognize.

What kind of past does he have?

What on earth did he have to do to be able to understand divination better than anyone else while hating divination more than anyone else?

That’s why Seongja accepted Namgoong-min’s proposal.

He who receives more severe punishment is, in a way, a being closer to God than anyone else. Because they receive the closest punishment from God.

‘Since God is perfect, this must be an arrangement that must be followed.’

Ever since I felt ‘led’ by the god in the sky on a pilgrimage in my childhood.

Because it has become the most important element that makes up a human being called a saint.

“I’m really! Where the hell did I go…!”

“…?”

While reflecting on Namgoong-min, Seongja listened to the sound coming from across the corner.

A voice that sounded like something was annoyed.

After walking a little further, we come across a girl with silver short hair who is sulking.

“Lane Artur?”

“Ah, saint. It’s an honor to meet you.”

“No. More than that, what’s going on…?”

I hadn’t heard that the Arthur family’s daughter was coming.

While feeling doubt, the saint looked at Lane.

she is… … He seemed to feel anger.

“Holy saint, haven’t you seen that person?”

“that person?”

“The fortune teller, Namgoong-min! He said he was going to the bathroom but he didn’t come… Like the way he was panting while running earlier, he pretended to be weak but pretended to be strong against me and ran away…!”

weak, weak

“No, he’s not an underdog.”

“That, yes?”

“I’m on my way to fight with him for a while.”

Then, Lane seemed to see the saint’s outfit.

The uniform, which was always neat, is frayed and torn, and you can see scars all over the body and bruises and bumps on the head.

It took a while for Rain to be stunned by that sight.

“Uh, wait a minute. So… you said you had an argument with Namgoong-min?”

“Yes. To my shame, it was my crushing defeat.”

Since I attacked with such an absurd mind, of course I had no choice but to lose.

Reflecting on his complacency once again, the saint bowed his head.

“He’s by no means a weak person. Rather… he’s a lot stronger than me.”

“Sir, much stronger than the saint… a strong man…”

“yes.”

But on the other hand, I feel a sense of relief.

Yes, maybe I tried to do everything by myself when I said I was purifying the church.

The process was arduous, but in the end, with the help of the brave fortune teller, there is a possibility.

Even the days when I was worried that I might be a spy, or the papists trying to catch my weakness.

I felt like I could be more comfortable now.

Because he was punished more severely than that, and yet he had a trustworthy comrade somewhere.

“Go, stronger… stronger than Saint-sama… then, of course, stronger than me…!”

“Um, Mr. Rain?”

“I-I have to go pick up Namgoong-min, not Namgoong-min-nim! This is it! I’ll be right there!”

“Ah yes.”

Her complexion turned blue, and at once she crossed the saint and ran down the hallway.

Soon after, Namgoong-min walks out with Sister Luina, who has lost her memory, and Lane approaches in a strangely servile manner.

── I am Namgoong Min. suffer… … I did it!

── What is it, young lady? Rather, could you take this nun with you? I think you fell down the stairs… … .

── Ah… … sorry. I can’t really remember… … Looking at the blood coming from his head, he must have fallen down the stairs.

── No, no! It’s not Namgoong Min who does this, of course I have to do it! Namgoong Min suffered… … You should have a good rest!

── Ah, thank you.

“…In the end, it didn’t matter whether it was a fortune teller or a scam.”

As the saint rummaged through his pocket, he found a crumpled tarot card, The Hanged Man.

divination and fraud. The saint tried to distinguish them. I thought about what Namgoong-min was doing and what was fraud.

But for Namgoong-min, that was meaningless in the first place.

To him who says fortune telling is a fraud, and a fortune teller is a fraud.

The distinction between divination and fraud probably had nothing to do with it.

“Let’s go.”

The work with comrades has been completed, but there is still much to do.

First of all… … I’ll have to go find Charles Teddy Bear and tell him everything.

The fact that Eileen is a saint. And that the saint hid it. And that she must never let anyone know that she is a saint.

and… …

“Find your own God…”

Will Aileen be able to find the God she feels drawn to?

The saint had to walk a pilgrimage for more than three years just to find it. He had to endure countless penances to find the Lord, the God that the church speaks of.

Of course, it will be a harsh road for Aileen, but I should help her as much as possible.

If they cannot find God, the ＜Saint＞ and ＜Saint＞ feel constant pain. That’s why Aileen is sick in bed right now.

It’s not a job alone, it’s a job where you have to trust someone.

The saint was determined to help Eileen with all his might.