The Fortune-Teller Saintess - Chapter 3

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The Fortune Teller Saint

Chapter 3

‘But Nine should have silver hair.’

There were three major physical characteristics of Nine, the Magic Tower Lord and male lead candidate.

Silver hair that was somewhat long for a man, amethyst-colored purple eyes, and gem-like gorgeous handsome features.

The man before me matched the second and third characteristics, but not the first characteristic of silver hair. He had black hair instead.

‘No wait. What if he changed the color with magic?’

Since he was the Magic Tower Lord, there was a high possibility he had changed his hair color, so circumstantially he was definitely Nine. Besides, such looks couldn’t be common.

‘My goodness. The original story must have already started!’

I swallowed a scream internally and stamped my feet.

Then Nine looked at me with eyes that said he was seeing something strange.

“What are you doing?”

“Ahem, it’s nothing. Anyway, you said you came to find the Saint.”

“Yeah.”

“The Saint’s name is Robelina. She has pink hair and blue eyes, and she’s a beauty with a lily-like pure appearance, so she should be easy to recognize. I don’t see her now, but she’s probably in the prayer room.”

With the single-minded determination to help the female lead meet the male lead candidate, I rattled off the information, and Nine made a dumbfounded expression.

“Mage, are you listening to me?”

“I’m listening. …It’s just that I’ve never seen a priest like you before.”

“What about me?”

“A mage came to meet the Saint, and instead of stopping me, you’re telling me what she looks like and where she is. It’s like you’re pushing me to meet her.”

“Oh come on, I told you. I don’t have prejudices about that sort of thing.”

I said, playing completely innocent.

Nine, who had been looking at me with suspicious eyes, finally smoothly stood up.

“Well, I got the information I wanted, so it doesn’t matter to me. Anyway, thanks. Then I’ll be going…”

“Wait!”

“What?”

Nine looked down at me with startled eyes.

I firmly grabbed Nine’s sleeve and pleaded with sparkling eyes.

“Could I guide you there?”

“What?”

“I’ll guide you to where Robelina is. So please take me with you!”

I want to see with my own eyes the moment the female lead meets the first male lead candidate!

As I looked up while hiding my true feelings, Nine tilted his head with a “hmm.”

“I sense some impure intentions.”

“It’s not an intention that would harm you, Mage.”

“Then?”

“…For my vulgar desire to help you, Mage?”

“Hmm?”

My face was reflected in his quietly staring eyes.

Embarrassment rising belatedly, I tightened my grip on Nine’s sleeve.

“I never thought the word ‘vulgar’ would come from a priest’s mouth.”

“So are you taking me or not!”

“Hmm. It is getting interesting.”

Nine pushed my forehead back with the tip of his index finger.

“Not today.”

“Eh? Why not?”

“Because unpleasant auras are rushing this way in droves.”

“What?”

When I blinked, not understanding what he meant, Nine grinned.

“Well then, I’m off. Thanks for the information, Priest.”

“Wait…!”

Before I could grab his sleeve again, Nine disappeared from that spot like a mirage.

I consoled my frustrated heart at missing the opportunity right before my eyes.

“How mean, going alone!”

Still, I told him about Robelina’s appearance, so they should meet safely, right?

I was sighing with regret when I belatedly looked at the clock and was startled.

“Gasp! I’ll be late for the Saint Selection Ceremony!”

I hurriedly ran toward the door.

No, I tried to.

The moment I took a step to run, I discovered a stack of cards placed in front of the desk clock. I moved my creaking legs to approach it.

“This is…”

I couldn’t see it, but I could feel my eyes trembling. The hand holding the cards was trembling just as much.

It was the tarot cards I had seen in my dream, the ones I had used in my previous life.

“Why are these here?”

Knock knock-

I whipped my head around at the knocking sound.

Before I could ask who it was, a gentle voice penetrated my ears.

“Saint, I’m coming in.”

“…Saint?”

Creak-

The door opened and priests rushed in. Among them were even the Cardinal and Archbishop I usually couldn’t even look up at.

Cardinal Barion looked at me and smiled brightly as if relieved.

“You’re awake, Saint Ellia! We were worried because you didn’t open your eyes for a whole day.”

“A whole day?”

I asked back in surprise. Even though I was a heavy sleeper, I had never slept for an entire day.

While I was confused, the priests who entered the room began moving my belongings one by one.

I watched this scene with bewildered eyes and asked Barion, who was the highest authority present.

“Your Eminence Cardinal, what on earth is this…?”

“I’m sorry for confusing you right after waking up, Saint Ellia. You’ll be moving rooms from now on.”

“Moving rooms? Why?”

“Well, since you’ve become the Saint, you must move to a room befitting that status.”

“I’m not the Saint!”

In my panic, a loud voice burst out without me realizing it.

I could see the priests moving things pause. Cardinal Barion smiled kindly and said to me.

“You are the Saint, Saint Ellia. Didn’t the sacred relic choose you?”

“No, this is…”

I looked at the tarot cards in my hand.

Certainly, the scene the cards showed in my dream, no, during the Saint Selection Ceremony, made it impossible to deny that I was the Saint.

As I stood there dazed and at a loss, Cardinal Barion brought me back to reality.

“The consecration ceremony will begin soon. After moving rooms, cleanse your body with holy water. It will be the first event where the Saint appears before the people.”

‘I’m doomed.’

I felt all the blood drain from my body through my toes and dropped my hands.

I instinctively realized it.

The first button of the original story had been buttoned completely wrong.

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The front of the temple was bustling with people. It was the first occasion to introduce the Saint, who appears only once in a century.

Nine had also positioned himself on a building rooftop with a good view of the temple. He could hear people chattering about the Saint.

“I heard from a priest I know that this Saint is particularly special. The moment the sacred relic chose the Saint, holy light poured down from the sky!”

“Huh? I heard that wings of light appeared behind the Saint’s back?”

‘How ridiculous.’

Nine, who had been listening to the conversation, snickered mockingly.

He had met the previous Saint before. The Saint was just an ordinary human who could use some special powers.

Holy light pouring down from the sky, wings of light sprouting from her back—all of it was just nonsense that had been exaggerated through people’s mouths.

‘Except for using divine power, the Saint is just a mage like us.’

Nine rested his chin on his hand while thinking thoughts that would infuriate everyone in the Temple.

‘Ah, maybe one person is a bit different though.’

Just then, his communication magic device rang. When he infused it with mana, the connection was established.

Nine asked indifferently.

“What?”

-What? Whaaaat? Tower Master, where are you right now!

“Want to see?”

Nine held up the magic device and showed the other person a view of the Temple.

The person on the other end of the device let out a scream.

-Why on earth did you go there!

“To see the Saint.”

-…Please tell me you didn’t actually go inside the Temple?

“I went in though?”

-Ugh.

Someone grabbing the back of their neck was reflected on the surface of the magic device. Of course, Nine didn’t care.

As if they hadn’t expected any concern anyway, the other person quickly regained their composure and glared at Nine.

-If a war breaks out with the Temple, I’ll cut off your head first and offer it to the other side.

“Can you even do that?”

-Aaaahhh!

Along with a scream of frustration, the sound of something breaking could be heard. Nine chuckled as he listened to the sound.

The other person, once again reminded of the fact that there was no way to beat him, finally calmed down and asked Nine.

-Phew. So, did you meet the Saint?

“No.”

-You abandoned your work and flew off to see the Saint, but you still haven’t met her?

“Yeah. Someone deceived me.”

Nine recalled what had happened earlier.

Following the brown-haired priest’s directions, he had found the prayer room. And there he was able to meet a woman with the characteristics she had described.

‘You’re the Saint? Your name was Robelina, right?’

But Robelina had denied his question.

‘I am Robelina, yes. But I’m not the Saint. I don’t know why you’re looking for the Saint, but you should leave quickly before someone sees you, Mage.’

Feeling the divine power becoming increasingly active, Nine had no choice but to leave the Temple.

No matter what, he didn’t want things to get complicated by being caught by the priests.

-Someone deceived the Tower Master?

The other person asked back in a surprised voice, as if wondering if there was anyone with such guts.

-So you went to get revenge… no, to meet that person again?

“I went back, but no one was there. It was an empty room.”

-Wow. They really planned to backstab you properly. Serves you right.

“Right.”

Nine’s violet eyes curved into crescents as if he was enjoying himself.

“I’ll definitely find them and confront them.”

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