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

Chapter 22
How to Distinguish Between Fortune-Telling and Fraud (3)

『 Translator – Divinity 』

Many buildings and walls were damaged after the entrance ceremony, and repairs are expected to take about 3 days.

Therefore, the first classes will be held 3 days later, so please arrive on time.

Romance Academy>

“…We did destroy quite a bit.”

Namgung Min muttered as he peeled off the notice posted in front of his base.

We were short on time then, so we rampaged without thinking… It seems it will take some time to restore everything.

Still, since there are Romance Academy’s exclusive , it should be finished in 3 days. Everyone must be working overtime.

Feeling a bit of guilt(?), I took out a letter.

A neat letter that was placed along with the notice.

‘Let’s meet the evening before the first class at the academy. -Charles Teddybear-‘

“…That’s right.”

Seeing that the letter contained only one line summarizing everything, it was indeed a letter from Charles Teddybear himself.

It seems the academy instructors, along with the , were also focused on repairs.

The evening before the first class was 2 days from now.

“It should be finished in two days.”

Whether it goes well or terribly wrong, everything will be over in two days.

I’ve secured Rain’s cooperation and made other preparations I could.

I’ve done my best, so now,

“Fellow sinner.”

Raphael Martina.

All that’s left is to face that fanatic.

***

‘Saint, remember.’

‘You are the only Saint in this world chosen by God.’

‘Always keep that in mind.’

“…It’s not that it is so, but that it should be so.”

“Saint?”

“I was talking to myself. Let’s go.”

The Saint, leading the priests and nuns, his pure white robe fluttering as he walked, quickened his pace once again.

Dozens of people moved at the word of a boy who wasn’t even twenty years old yet.

The agent of God, and the judge who delivered God’s punishment.

The Saint, who chose to subjugate heretics with his authority instead of reigning above even the Pope as the Saint, looked around.

“It seems it will take quite some time.”

“According to the notice, it will take three days.”

“Haha, over a hundred buildings collapsed, and they’ll be finished in three days… that’s amazing.”

The academy, with its damaged buildings standing here and there, was bustling with activity.

The maze from the entrance ceremony was created by randomly moving the remaining buildings within Romance Academy. This was information provided in advance by the Church.

The one week given to students after the entrance exam was a preparation period for their future academy life, but it was also a time for Romance Academy to create the maze.

“…It’s practically in ruins.”

“I heard you weren’t there, Saint.”

“I was on the opposite side, so it couldn’t be helped.”

The astonishing story of how they broke through the maze walls and escaped, led by the sinner Namgung Min, was spreading throughout the academy.

Students who couldn’t believe it, students who called it a lie, students who vehemently claimed it was true because they participated, students who talked about Namgung Min, the key player.

The academy was in an uproar, both inside and out, after the entrance ceremony.

“Ah, I see the instructors over there.”

The academy instructors were taking on the role of commanders, with other faculty members following their lead, and the academy’s exclusive were also running around busily.

Among them, an architect caught the Saint’s eye, placing his hand on a half-collapsed building.

“.”

It might seem like a pointless act, just placing his hand on the building, but—

Rumble…

As soon as the architect finished speaking, the debris and fragments of the building floated into the air and gathered together.

The broken debris clumped together in their original shapes, the fragments filled the gaps, and they settled back into the building.

As the building began to regain its original form as if time were flowing in reverse, the Saint spoke to the priest behind him.

“How many exclusive architects does Romance Academy have?”

“I believe there are ten.”

“It makes sense that it would take three days then.”

Just like the who made artifacts and the who were essential for gate exploration, were a valuable job.

They, who could create or repair any building just by touching it, were high-class personnel who were highly valued even among the already rare job holders.

Only Romance Academy, which had 10 such architects on standby at all times, could restore everything in three days.

The Saint, who had been watching the building return to its original state, turned his head when he saw a priest running towards him.

“Ah, Priest Nikolai. Did you receive the answer?”

“Yes! But Saint, it’s not a very good answer.”

“…Let me hear it.”

Not a good answer, huh.

Although he hadn’t expected much from the beginning, he still sent someone just in case, but was it all for naught?

While the Saint was lost in thought, the priest called Nikolai opened his mouth.

“‘Your words are glorious, Saint, but the academy is currently busy with repairs, so he cannot meet with you.’ That is what he said.”

“…It seems meeting him will be difficult.”

Yesterday, the Saint made a promise to the Fortune Teller who was receiving the same punishment as him. That he would speak to Charles Teddybear himself.

Of course, he couldn’t tell him the whole truth about Eileen and the disgrace of the Church, but…

‘Still… I was going to apologize.’

The Saint hadn’t failed to diagnose Eileen.

He had remained silent despite knowing everything after examining Eileen.

Because that was the best course of action for Eileen Teddybear and Charles Teddybear.

‘Nevertheless, my actions were hypocritical. They cannot be justified.’

To Eileen and Charles Teddybear, who had suffered so far, the Saint’s silence was nothing but hypocrisy.

That’s why he wanted to apologize. He wanted to tell them that he knew why Eileen was suffering and that he had been searching for an answer.

But Charles Teddybear deliberately avoided meeting the Saint.

“No matter how busy he is, he should have time to meet with you, Saint.”

“I know Instructor Charles Teddybear is an excellent person, but this is an insult to you, Saint.”

“Should we send a formal complaint to the academy…?”

“No, it’s fine. It was our fault for visiting so suddenly. Isn’t the academy’s restoration the most important thing?”

“If you say so, Saint…”

“As the Saint wills.”

‘…Instructor Charles, you trust that fellow sinner, don’t you?’

As the priest and nun had said, no matter how busy he was, he should have time to meet with the Saint. This meant Charles Teddybear was deliberately avoiding the Saint.

There were many possible reasons. The Saint had already failed to diagnose Eileen, and since even the Saint, whom he had the highest hopes for, had failed, his trust in the Church must have greatly diminished.

And above all,

Charles Teddybear now had hope.

The hope called Namgung Min–who was receiving the same punishment as him.

‘You are devoting even the little time you have to meet me to the restoration, so you can have your fortune told by Namgung Min as soon as possible.’

In a way, it was a foolish thought. It wasn’t like they were going to talk for an hour, how much faster would the restoration be finished by devoting the few minutes they would have met to it?

But Charles Teddybear was that diligent and sincere, and the Saint knew that, so…

The Saint nodded in understanding.

“Let us return.”

“”””Yes.”””””

All he had to do was wait three days. Of course, he had to prevent that fellow sinner from meeting Eileen, but…

That wasn’t so difficult, so the Saint stopped thinking about the Fortune Teller.

“Priest Robert, please return to the church with the others.”

“Ah… Is it the pilgrimage you always do?”

“Indeed. I will be late today as well, but do not worry.”

“Understood.”

The pilgrimage was an excuse, a disguise. It was just a lie to secretly visit Eileen every day and ease her suffering.

If he told them he received a papal decree to ‘go on a pilgrimage alone’, everything went smoothly.

Just in case, he also visited other houses besides Eileen’s and performed baptisms, so even if he was caught going to the girl’s house, there wouldn’t be any problems.

After confirming that Priest Robert, the most senior among them, had returned with the others, the Saint started walking, muttering to himself.

“…We are just using each other.”

Just as the Pope used the Saint, the Saint also used the Pope.

That was the promise they made to each other.

But the time would come when that promise would be broken.

“God is perfect and loves all…”

But the Church is dirty and corrupt, and only loves the rich.

“His Holiness the Pope is a faithful servant of God…”

But he is a ruler who stands above all people.

“Sinners must be judged…”

But the Saint, who has killed countless people, is walking this path.

The Saint, who had been walking while reciting those words like a song, swallowing the rest, finally stopped.

The house of the Teddybear family, which he visited so often that it was now familiar.

Inside, there was someone.

“………….”

The Saint, focusing on the figure visible through the window, approached the door while stroking the mace at his waist.

Just in case, if that fellow sinner was inside–

Creak.

“S-Saint?”

“—Ah, Sister Ruina.”

Should he be relieved?

The Saint, who didn’t want to kill him, but also didn’t want to break the limbs of his fellow sinner, breathed a sigh of relief.

The tall, blonde nun who was startled to see him was a familiar face, so the Saint stopped Ruina, who was about to greet him, and stood in front of her.

“Sister Ruina, what brings you here?”

“Ah, Instructor Charles Teddybear requested a guardian from the academy… so I came from the Church.”

“Hmm, I see.”

Usually, instructors at the academy lived with their families in this sky city, but if something came up that prevented them from returning home for a long time, the academy would cooperate with the Church to dispatch a guardian.

Instructor Charles Teddybear was probably busy with the restoration until late at night, so he must have requested a guardian out of concern for Eileen.

The Saint smiled at Ruina.

“But Sister Ruina, aren’t you in charge of guardian duties? You should be preparing dinner tonight…”

“W-well, Sister Jena, who is usually in charge, is bedridden with a stomachache today. I happened to be free, so I volunteered.”

Sister Jena has a stomachache.

“Oh dear. I should go see Sister Jena. Thank you for your hard work, Sister Ruina. Have you been taking care of Eileen?”

“Yes, I have been nursing her. But Saint, how do you know this child’s name…?”

“I remember the names of all the children in the houses I visit on my pilgrimage.”

Even though it was a false pilgrimage he started because of Eileen, he wasn’t doing it halfheartedly.

His important duty as a Saint was to punish heretics, but caring for children was a natural obligation.

He looked at Sister Ruina, who was asking questions she wouldn’t normally ask.

“I will take care of Instructor Charles’ daughter, so please return.”

“Excuse me? No, how could you, Saint…”

“I am on a pilgrimage. Today’s pilgrimage ended early, and it’s a good thing. Please go inside and rest.”

“Ah…”

Sister Ruina glanced at Eileen, who was lying in bed,

And then looked at the Saint with a joyful smile.

“Then I’ll leave her to you, Saint.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“No, it was my duty.”

Creak.

“………….”

After Sister Ruina left,

The Saint looked down at Eileen, who was sleeping soundly.

…Sweat soaking her entire body, clothes clinging to her skin from the sweat, an empty water pitcher and cup.

And a wet towel on her forehead that seemed to have been lukewarm for quite a while.

—’Yes, I have been nursing her.’

“This is troubling.”

The Saint smiled.

…The mace in his hand gleamed.