The Fortune-Teller Saintess - Chapter 10

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The Fortune Teller Saint

Chapter 10

Tarot cards have two purposes.

One is for fortune telling, and the other is for counseling troubled minds.

Taking someone’s story and applying it to the cards to open a positive path forward. In my previous life, there was even a profession called tarot counselor that utilized this.

And since I was a tarot master in my previous life, it was something I had done many times.

“Hmm, but using a sacred relic as a tool for counseling troubles is a bit…”

Dale showed reluctance. He seemed troubled because it wasn’t suitable for performance purposes.

But what could we do.

“Your Eminence Cardinal Dale, the village chief is looking for you.”

We had already arrived at the village.

At the priest’s words who came looking for him, Dale showed a troubled expression.

The reason the chief was looking for him was obvious. He wanted us to hurry and help the villagers.

In other words, there was no time to plan the Saint’s performance.

“Sigh, it can’t be helped. I’ll have to trust Saint Ellia.”

“I’ll do my best.”

I didn’t say I would do well. You never know how things with people will turn out.

***

Today, there was a big event in Peridien, the Outskirt Village of the Archipelago.

The Temple had come for a missionary event.

If some strange cult had come for missionary activities, they would have been met with contemptuous stares, but the Temple was different. The Temple helped every village they visited under the pretext of missionary work.

They distributed food to those struggling financially, and helped repair buildings damaged by monster attacks.

And the one overseeing all of this was the Saint.

One of the few opportunities in life to see a Saint!

…But.

“That person is the Saint?”

“What is she doing?”

This generation’s Saint seemed a bit… no, very peculiar.

“I will… solve your troubles?”

The priests had set up some tent and posted the above message on it. At this behavior that only cultists would do, the villagers began whispering with confused faces.

And the Saint sitting inside the tent, paying no mind to these reactions, smiled brightly and said:

“Hello, everyone. I’m Ellia, this generation’s Saint. As you can see, I’ve come to solve your troubles.”

“…”

“Any troubles are fine, so please come to me if you need counseling.”

But none of the villagers approached Ellia. They just hesitated and watched each other’s reactions.

Then Ellia, rather than being flustered, sighed as if it couldn’t be helped and said:

“I didn’t want to say this, but I have no choice. You all know what my ability is, right?”

“…!”

Of course they knew. Hadn’t the entire continent been in an uproar over this generation’s Saint’s ability?

The power to see the future was that rare and incredible.

“I can’t show you all your futures, but I can give you some advice. That’s what I came here for, so don’t feel burdened and come over.”

Even so, the villagers still hesitated. Though unlike before, there were some who wavered about whether to go or not.

Then one person carefully walked toward Ellia.

“May I really tell you my troubles?”

“Of course! I can’t guarantee I’ll solve them, but I can give you advice.”

“Then, then…”

The one who volunteered for counseling was a young girl who appeared to be in her early teens. From her worn clothes to her scraped fingertips, she clearly showed signs of a difficult upbringing.

When the child hung her head low under the focused gazes, Ellia spoke to the pink-haired priest beside her.

“Please hang cloth to cover the entrance.”

“Yes, Saint.”

When the priest covered the tent’s entrance, the villagers who had been watching from outside let out confused voices.

“Huh?”

“What are they trying to do?”

These sounds were blocked by the cloth, making the inside of the tent relatively quiet.

A gentle voice flowed into the ears of the child, who had relaxed a bit.

“What troubles brought you here?”

“Ah.”

The child hesitated, wondering if it was okay to speak, then clenched her fists and opened her mouth.

“Dad… hasn’t come back.”

“Huh? Your father?”

“He went to the forest to cut wood like usual, but he hasn’t returned since then. He told me he’d be back soon…”

Tears began to well up in the child’s large eyes.

Ellia silently took out a handkerchief and wiped away the tears.

“Don’t cry. Something must have happened to your father.”

“Sniff… Yes.”

“Shall we look for where your father is together?”

Cards spread out in a semicircle in front of the child.

At this mystical sight, the child’s eyes widened, and Ellia smiled as she said:

“While thinking of your father, would you like to draw three cards?”

The child closed her eyes tightly and pictured her father’s face in her mind. Then she drew three cards and handed them to Ellia.

Ellia, who had spread the cards in order, narrowed her eyes.

“…Aha.”

Ellia let out a light exclamation and muttered quietly.

“So that’s what happened.”

At the meaningful words, the child looked down at the cards.

A card showing someone fighting in a group with wooden sticks, a card with a bound woman and many swords stuck in the ground, a card with a disappointed man turning away and overturned cups.

To the child’s eyes, they were cards with ominous-feeling pictures.

As if that intuition was correct, Ellia called the priest beside her with a stern voice.

“Sungbongwan Robelina.”

“Yes, Saint.”

“What’s the nearest village from here?”

“Probably Ecle Village would be the closest.”

“Let’s go there immediately.”

“Saint?”

The pink-haired priest looked at Ellia with a confused face.

As the atmosphere turned serious, the child looked at Ellia with anxious eyes.

Ellia smiled warmly at the child as if to say not to worry.

***

“You need to leave for a moment? What do you mean by that all of a sudden?”

Cardinal Dale asked with a confused face.

I glanced behind me. I saw the little girl watching the situation with anxious eyes beside Robelina.

“I think I need to go look for that child’s father. Looking at the cards, he seems to be in the nearby village.”

“But the missionary event is still…”

“Wasn’t the purpose of this event to help the villagers using my ability?”

When I asked with a tilted head, Dale’s mouth opened and closed.

“That’s… true, but…”

“Then there’s no problem.”

“But Saint Ellia is the organizer of this event. If the organizer leaves, the village residents will be anxious too…”

“There’s a temporary organizer right here.”

I smiled brightly and pointed at Dale.

Dale, who had been standing there dazed for a moment, belatedly jumped in surprise and pointed at himself with his finger.

“Me?!”

“Yes! You were the one who led the missionary events before I was selected as the Saint, weren’t you?”

“That’s true, but….”

“As expected, there’s no problem. Solved!”

“Wait, Saint Ellia!”

Leaving behind Dale who was trying to stop us, I escaped from the scene together with Robelina.

Robelina, who had been looking at the child with eyes that seemed to say ‘is this really okay?’, fixed her gaze on me and asked.

“It’ll take quite a while to go to the nearby village and back, will that be alright?”

“The missionary event lasts for three days anyway. One day should be fine. Besides, if I stay here, everyone will just ask me to show off my sacred relic abilities.”

I crouched down and patted the child’s head as I spoke.

“In that case, it’s better to help find this child’s father instead. Don’t you think?”

“Saint….”

The child looked up at me with teary eyes.

I smiled brightly and stood back up, taking out the card the child had drawn earlier.

It was the Five of Cups card, depicting a man with drooping shoulders turning his back.

Behind the man in the picture, a village and bridge were drawn. Based on this, I had figured out that the child’s father was in the nearby village, but.

‘It seems like the situation isn’t good.’

It was the perfect situation to call upon ‘him’.

I put the card back and spoke while hiding my excitement.

“Well then, shall we go meet the Holy Knights now?”

“Why the Holy Knights?”

“We can’t go to the nearby village by ourselves. We need to take a few Holy Knights with us to avoid any trouble later.”

Robelina nodded as if she understood.

But there was a fact I hadn’t told Robelina yet.

The fact that someone who might become her future lover was there.

‘I deliberately asked Cardinal Barion for you.’

To assign the Holy Knights where ‘he’ was as escorts for this missionary event.

And finally, it was time to go meet ‘him’.

The ninth, the final male lead candidate and sub-male lead from the original story who would follow Jacad.

The epitome of wistfulness who secretly admired Robelina in the original story.

The Captain of the Holy Knights, ‘Lucian’.

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