The Fortune-Teller Saintess - Chapter 2

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The Fortune Teller Saint

Chapter 2

In my previous life, I was a tarot master.

Someone who listened to clients’ concerns and used tarot cards to show them the direction they should take.

That was exactly who I was.

It wasn’t that I had some special power that allowed me to reveal future directions.

My role was simply to interpret the content of the cards the client drew to fit their current situation.

So tarot cards couldn’t be divine relics. No, objects from my previous life shouldn’t exist here in the first place.

‘Then what the hell is that?’

No matter how I looked at it from this angle and that angle, what was inside the glass case were tarot cards.

The very ones I used in my previous life.

Faced with their familiar appearance that I couldn’t mistake for anything else, I had no choice but to be consumed by confusion.

“Ria, what’s wrong? Could it be…?”

Robelina looked back and forth between the cards and me, her eyes gradually widening. It seemed she had noticed that I recognized the cards.

‘No! At this rate, I’m going to become the Saint.’

According to the original story, Robelina should be the Saint.

I didn’t know why the divine relic that should have been a water bottle suddenly changed into tarot cards, but that much was certain.

I grabbed Robelina’s hand and moved in front of the cards. Then I looked back at Robelina and sent her a hopeful gaze.

“Lina, don’t you feel anything when you look at these cards?”

Please.

I prayed that Robelina would recognize the tarot cards.

But my prayer was deflected before it could even reach God.

“I don’t know. I don’t feel anything.”

At the sight of Robelina shaking her head, it felt like my heart was sinking.

Perhaps it showed on my face, as Robelina glanced at me cautiously.

“Rather, Ria, you’re the one who…”

“Wh-what are these cards…!”

I whipped my head around at the exclamation from beside us.

Before I knew it, the other Saint candidates had also moved in front of the glass case to examine the cards. And among them, there was one person who particularly stood out.

A woman with flowing golden hair cascading down magnificently—Sierra.

She was looking at the tarot cards in the glass case, her red eyes trembling slightly.

“I just felt something when I looked at these cards!”

“Is that really true, Candidate Sierra?”

Even Cardinal Dail looked at her with surprised eyes at her outburst.

‘That’s ridiculous.’

But I wasn’t fooled by Sierra’s dramatics. There was no way Sierra, who was merely a villainous supporting character in the original story, could have recognized those tarot cards.

How could Sierra possibly recognize cards that were essentially objects from another world?

‘She’s putting on a show.’

Fortunately, the disaster of ‘Then Candidate Sierra must be the Saint!’ didn’t occur.

This was because Cardinal Dail questioned the authenticity.

“Candidate Sierra, what exactly did you feel when you looked at the cards?”

“As Your Eminence mentioned earlier, I felt like these cards belonged to me.”

“Then do you also know how to use these cards?”

“Th-that is…”

Perhaps she hadn’t thought that far, as Sierra trailed off with a flustered expression.

Every divine relic had its unique ability.

It was said that one ancient divine relic brought the blessing of rain to barren lands, and another could easily defeat monsters.

And the divine relic that appeared in the original story was a water bottle. Through that divine relic, Robelina awakened her healing abilities.

‘In contrast, my tarot cards have no abilities whatsoever.’

Thinking up to that point, I suddenly recalled one possibility.

‘No, wait. If that really is a divine relic, then I also only know that it’s tarot cards but don’t know what abilities it has, right? Then I’m not the Saint either.’

As I let out a sigh of relief, I suddenly remembered Robelina, who hadn’t been able to recognize the divine relic.

‘But then why didn’t Robelina…?’

Could it be that the divine relic was wrong?

“Hmm, it seems it would be better to take out the divine relic and check it directly.”

When no one, including Sierra, could answer about the tarot cards, Dail finally stepped forward himself. He opened the glass case and took the divine relic out.

Dail placed the tarot cards on his hand as carefully as if they were the most precious treasure in the world. Then he began showing them to the Saint candidates one by one.

He was especially cautious in front of Sierra.

“Candidate Sierra, do you feel the sensation you mentioned earlier?”

Sierra bit her lips as she looked at the deck of cards Dail held out.

“…No. I don’t feel anything.”

“I see.”

Dail coldly moved away from Sierra.

Having lost her qualification as Saint, Sierra trembled with clenched fists.

“Candidate Robelina, Candidate Ellia, what about you two?”

“I also don’t feel anything.”

Robelina answered immediately with integrity.

I thought to myself ‘Look a little more carefully!’ but had to dismiss the thought as Dail came in front of me.

And I stared intently at the tarot cards Dail held out.

‘Hmm. I still don’t know.’

I smiled brightly and answered right away.

“I don’t really know either. Your Eminence Cardinal Dail, could it be that the divine relic is wrong…?”

Flash—

That’s when it happened.

Suddenly, light burst from the tarot cards and began illuminating the surroundings brightly.

As the light approached me, I felt my vision flickering. Bewildered shouts erupted around me, but I couldn’t properly hear what they were saying.

Even amid that chaos, I heard it clearly.

—…da.

‘What?’

A warm voice echoing in my head. And a joyful tone.

I had only heard a fragment of some word, but I could feel the emotion contained within it.

It was an emotion filled with joy, as if someone had met another after waiting for them for a long time.

And as the light began to fade.

Thud—

I began to feel faint as strength left my legs.

“Ria!”

“Lina…”

Even as my eyelids were closing, I tightly grasped Robelina’s hand and mouthed the words.

‘I think I’m screwed…’

With those words, I completely lost consciousness.

***

“…Huh.”

Coming to my senses, I bolted upright.

This place was my room. The current time was 7 AM. I was in my pajamas.

From these three clues, I drew one conclusion.

“What? It was a dream?”

Of course. There’s no way the divine relic would suddenly change into tarot cards and I would become the Saint.

Letting out a laugh, I immediately got out of bed.

“This isn’t the time for this! I’ll be late for the Saint Selection Ceremony at this rate.”

The Saint Selection Ceremony was at 8 AM. Remembering that fact, I hurriedly changed into my priest robes.

And she made one final adjustment to her hair before heading to the Room of Selection, where the final gateway of the Saint Selection Ceremony would open.

“We can’t be late. It’s the historic day when Robelina becomes a Saint.”

“The Saint’s name is Robelina?”

“That’s right! She’s my friend, and today she’ll finally become a Saint… Hieeeek!”

I was proudly answering while turning around when I was startled.

Because some unknown man was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

‘A man in the dormitory where the priestesses stay!’

My heart pounded at this bewildering situation I suddenly found myself in.

I tried to maintain my composure as much as possible and asked him.

“H-how did you get in here? No, more importantly, who are you?”

“Me? I came in using magic.”

“Magic? Don’t tell me you’re a mage?”

“Yeah.”

The man answered nonchalantly, not even knowing what kind of trouble he had caused.

There are two kinds of power in this world. One is divine power, and the other is magic power.

Both are considered mystical in that they can exert various forces, but the priests who use divine power regard those who use magic power as heretics.

This is due to the Temple’s folklore that magic power was born from humans serving the wrong power.

And those who use this magic power to display various abilities are called mages, and the man before me was exactly that—a mage.

I never expected him to boldly declare himself a mage in a place that considers him a heretic.

‘This is my first time seeing a mage.’

I had lived only within the Temple ever since I was possessed into this world. Of course, I sometimes escaped from here to look around outside, but I had never encountered a mage.

‘Well, even when I escaped, it was just near the Temple, so there’s no way I would have run into a mage.’

I looked at the mage before me with curious eyes.

But it seemed I wasn’t the only one finding this curious.

“You’re not being wary even though I revealed I’m a mage?”

“Huh? Oh, I don’t have prejudices about that sort of thing.”

“…Are you really a priest? From your perspective, I’m a heretic. Can you really accept that with just ‘I don’t have prejudices’?”

The man looked at me incredulously.

Feeling somewhat awkward, I scratched my cheek and said.

“Well, that’s possible.”

“Fine. It’s strange, but let’s say that’s the case.”

“It’s not particularly strange…”

“Anyway, where’s the Saint? I came to see her.”

I paused for a moment at his tone, as if he had come to see some rare object.

“From what I heard you say, it seems her name is Robelina. Where is she now?”

“…What are you planning to do to the Saint?”

“Nothing at all. I really just came to see her out of pure curiosity.”

The man shrugged at my gaze full of wariness.

As I was scrutinizing him with a disgruntled look, I suddenly felt as if I had been hit in the back of the head with something.

‘Wait.’

A mage. And the simple purpose of coming to see the Saint.

Among the characters who appear early in the original work, there was a main character with these characteristics.

‘Could it be the Tower Master?’

It was the Tower Master ‘Nein Opert’, one of the male lead candidates.

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