The Fortune-Teller Saintess - Chapter 12

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The Fortune Teller Saint

Chapter 12

“My name is Lucian.”

“I’m Robelina. Please take care of me, Captain.”

“Please feel free to call me Sir Lucian.”

“Understood, Sir Lucian.”

The way they exchanged greetings was quite plain.

Still, it was somewhat expected. Due to Lucian’s blunt personality, their first meeting in the original story was also quite plain.

So I wasn’t disappointed. What mattered was that these two people had become acquainted with each other.

I secretly moved to Nine’s side and smiled contentedly while watching the two of them together.

Then suddenly, wind rushed into my ear.

As goosebumps rose, I unconsciously let out something like a scream.

“Eek!”

“You speak quite confidently, don’t you? Saying it’s fine because I’m here.”

“Th-then you won’t protect me?”

As I rubbed my ear vigorously and asked, Nine let out a “hmm” and wore a meaningful smile.

“That’s not it. The Holy Lady is my playmate, after all.”

He narrowed his eyes and lightly grasped my light brown hair that barely touched my shoulders as he spoke.

“I should treasure you until I get bored, shouldn’t I?”

The way he released my hair with a gentle swish looked quite bewitching.

“…Hiccup.”

Startled, I looked at Robelina with wide eyes as if asking what was happening.

Robelina was silently covering the child’s eyes.

Whoooosh-

“…!”

I could feel the surrounding magical power surging. It seemed Nine was finally about to cast spatial movement magic.

“Well then, let’s go.”

With Nine’s casually spoken words, the surrounding scenery changed.

Where we stood was a back alley of some village. Fortunately, there were no people around.

I looked around curiously and asked Nine.

“Have we arrived?”

“Yeah. This is Ecle Village.”

“Magic is pretty nice.”

“Holy Lady.”

Robelina lowered her voice and stared at me intently. Her eyes seemed to say, ‘Is that something a saint should be saying right now?’

I let out an awkward cough, feeling embarrassed. Nine chuckled and gave his commentary on my words.

“How refreshing? You’re probably the first saint to say magic is nice.”

“I don’t have prejudices about such things.”

“I know.”

Nine smiled broadly. Unlike when he was confronting Lucian, he looked quite pleased.

Then Lucian, who had been quietly standing, subtly interjected.

“Please use respectful language.”

“Sir Lucian?”

“This person is the Holy Lady of the Temple. This situation where a mage speaks casually while the Holy Lady uses respectful language is strange.”

Lucian said while looking at Nine.

He didn’t seem particularly angry, but it didn’t look like he would back down either. So I glanced at Nine’s reaction.

Surprisingly, Nine didn’t seem to care much. He even went so far as to say this.

“Then the Holy Lady should speak casually too.”

“Is that okay?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

Oh, right? I should have thought of that, considering he’s such a crazy guy.

I quickly nodded my head.

“Alright, Nine!”

“…”

“…”

Two subtle gazes turned toward me. One was Lucian’s, and the other was Nine’s.

‘Lucian I can understand, but Nine, why are you looking at me like that?’

When I looked at them questioningly, both withdrew their gazes as if nothing had happened.

“By the way.”

Nine placed his hand on his waist and leaned forward to match my eye level.

While I unconsciously hesitated at his suddenly close face, Nine asked.

“Why did you want to come here? Especially when the Holy Lady should be conducting missionary work in another village. Are you playing hooky?”

“It’s not like that.”

I pulled out a tarot card from my pocket and held it out to him.

Nine looked at the card, blinked slowly, then narrowed his eyes.

“This card… is it a Sacred Relic?”

“Right. Among them, this is the Five of Cups card, representing the current state of mind of that missing child’s father.”

“The figure looks distressed.”

As Nine said, the man in the Five of Cups card was indeed in distress.

But that wasn’t the only thing to pay attention to in the picture.

“And behind the man, another village is depicted. The man’s body is facing toward that village.”

“That means…”

“He’s in a village adjacent to Periden Village, wanting to return home but unable to do so. That’s why he’s in distress.”

“So that’s why you came here? Ecle Village is the closest village to Periden Village.”

“Exactly.”

“Is our dad… here?”

Then the child who had been quietly staying by Robelina’s side approached with tears in their voice.

I placed my hand on the child’s head and smiled gently to reassure them.

“Probably. Let’s look for him together from now on.”

“Yes…!”

The child wiped away tears and nodded vigorously.

I straightened up and made a request to Lucian and Robelina.

“From now on, we’re going to search all the clinics in this village. You two, please go that way. Sir Lucian, I’m asking you to escort Robelina.”

“Understood.”

Perhaps because they felt a sense of duty to find the child’s father, both nodded without complaint.

Nine, the child, and I also walked in the opposite direction.

“Hmm.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Searching is fine and all. But why clinics specifically?”

I glanced at the child walking ahead and pulled out another card to show Nine.

“What’s this?”

“The Eight of Swords card. It represents the current situation of that child’s father.”

The card depicted eight swords stuck in the ground and a woman bound between them, unable to move.

I gazed at the child’s back with dark eyes and spoke quietly.

“According to the card interpretation, that child’s father is currently in a situation where he wants to return to the village but can’t. The most likely situation would be an injury.”

“So that’s why you suggested focusing on clinics.”

“Right.”

I felt an intense gaze somehow.

When I turned my head, Nine was staring at me intently with an unreadable expression.

“But you know, Holy Lady.”

“Huh?”

“What if the Holy Lady’s fortune telling is wrong?”

Nine narrowed his eyes and asked in a meaningful voice.

“What happens then?”

“What do you mean what happens? It’s just wrong.”

Nine blinked blankly, as if this wasn’t the reaction he had expected.

I shrugged and said nonchalantly.

“I’m human too. I can be wrong anytime.”

“But you’re a saint. If a saint’s fortune telling is wrong, wouldn’t the impact be considerable?”

“The future can change at any time. No matter how likely a future seems to come true, if you believe in it and do nothing, that future won’t come. That’s a part I can’t control.”

“….”

“So what’s important is what I can do in the present.”

I spoke confidently, but….

‘It’ll be right… won’t it?’

Actually, I wasn’t certain.

I could only hope my interpretation was correct.

Then I heard Nine, who had been silent, suddenly mutter.

“More than I thought….”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

Nine’s profile as he looked straight ahead seemed quite pleased.

I tilted my head at that.

“Huh? But where did that child go….”

“Ah, Dad!”

Then a scream-like cry was heard. It was from the child who had followed us.

I exchanged glances with Nine, then hurriedly entered the building where the voice had come from.

As soon as we entered the building, we were able to find the child.

And also the man the child was hugging tightly.

The man had bandages wrapped around one leg. From the wounds visible elsewhere on his body, it didn’t seem like a minor injury.

“Dad, why are you here? Are you hurt?”

‘So that man is the child’s father.’

The child’s father hugged his crying child to calm him down, then asked with a face full of confusion.

“No. Dad’s fine. But Annie, how are you here?”

“The Holy Lady brought me!”

“The Holy Lady?”

“Ahem.”

I deliberately cleared my throat as I approached, and both father and daughter looked at me simultaneously.

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