Fortune tellers are an eccentric bunch.Iâve yet to meet one who wasnât.They either collect bizarre items or have some peculiar quirk.Casablanca, the fortune teller of this âWorld Tour Groupâ, seemed to fit the mold perfectly.The tentâs exterior was adorned with animal skulls resembling hunting trophies, while mysterious totems and magical ornaments exuded an eerie charisma.It was overwhelming in many ways.The long line of women was also surprising.There were unexpectedly few couples.
âDonât couples usually seek love fortunes together?â
Iâve never done it myself, but Iâve heard couples often get tarot readings or love horoscopes when bored.Apparently, fortune tellers charging exorbitant fees spout plausible nonsense?When faced with a strong-willed woman and a meek-looking man, they say, âYou should listen to the woman!â The woman then turns to her partner, saying, âHoney! Did you hear that? Listen to me well!â effectively putting the man down.Thatâs the gist of love fortunes as told by a college friend.But among those lined up at Casablancaâs tent, only three couples, including us, were present. The remaining 30 or so were all women.As I pondered this, Brigitte whispered to me.
âWhat if a couple enters together and the fortune teller says, âYou canât marry this man. Your soulmate hasnât been born yet.â Wouldnât that be awkward?ââI see your point.â
There was certainly a chance of that happening.Of course, couples passionate enough to come here on their day off might storm out, exclaiming, âHah, you fake charlatan! Weâre soulmates and weâre going to get married!âBut couples do fight and fall out of love. In those moments, one might say, âRemember when the fortune teller said we couldnât get marriedâ¦âIf they break up, theyâd claim, âSee, we were destined not to marry.âEven if they do marry, during times of marital strife, they might wonder, âWere we punished for forcibly marrying when we werenât destined to?â
So, it didnât seem wise for couples to seek marriage fortunes together.Now I understood why so many women came alone.
Lost in these idle thoughts, it was suddenly our turn.We were given 10 minutes.Just 10 minutes for the hefty sum of 200,000 rene.I wondered about the fortune tellerâs earnings as I observed the old woman before us.
She was elderly, draped in a purple robe adorned with various jewels.Her back was hunched, her teeth sparse.Her hands, wrinkled like an old tree, were laden with thick jewels, giving an impression of extravagance.
Overall, she exuded a mysterious and strange aura.She truly embodied the image of a âfortune tellerâ.
âA couple, I see.â
The old woman chuckled and instructed us.As Brigitte and I sat down, she spread out some curious cards and told us to pick one each.
âYou must choose only one card each.â
Cards, huh.The layout looked like this.ã ã ã ã ã ã ã ã ã ã ã ã
From this arrangement, I chose the bottom left corner.It just appealed to me.When I flipped it over, it revealed a wheel and a skeleton holding a scythe. Like the Grim Reaper? The card was crafted with great attention to detail.
âThis is the âDeathâ card. Now, young lady, your turn.ââLetâs seeâ¦â
Brigitte selected the top right card. When flipped, it showed a crowned woman holding a staff amidst sheep.
âThis is the âQueenâ card. Your love fortune is quite poor. Arithmetically speaking, the probability of you two marrying is less than 1%. Itâs lower than the chance of a meteor striking Freesia today.â
I see.She was clearly a fake.But, in a way, could it be considered accurate?What were the odds of me, a 21st century Earthling, and Brigitte, a mage from the Pangea continent, meeting and marrying?How many light years separate these two planets anyway?Then Brigitte asked.
âThen who will my husband be?ââLet me see, Iâd like to examine the young ladyâs palm.â
SwooshâAs Brigitte extended her hand, the old woman closely studied her palm lines. Can one really glean information from palm lines?After a moment of intense scrutiny, the old woman spoke.
âYour childhood must have been quite challenging, but from a certain point, everything will improve and youâll achieve great success. Your spouseâs fortune is favorable too. Young lady, you will marry a kingâs grandson.â
Brigitte marrying a kingâs grandson, what an intriguing notion.What about my fortune, then?
âOld lady, examine my hand as well.â
I offered my hand to the woman.Clicking her tongue and muttering, âWeâre almost out of time, tsk-â she peered at my palm.After a seemingly thorough examination, she blurted out.
âYouâre destined to die away from home. Your palm lines indicate youâre fated to die while stealing!ââIs that so? Then how about this?â
SwooshâI altered my palm lines and fingerprints.It was a thief secret skill âFingerprint Manipulationâ. Thieves of my caliber could freely modify their fingerprints and palm lines.However, the old woman appeared genuinely shocked, as if sheâd never encountered this technique before.
âH-How is this possible? Just who are you? Youâre no ordinary barbarian!â
SwooshâInstead of answering, I presented the âDeathâ card I had picked earlier to the old woman.Our business here was concluded.
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âHow was it?â
I inquired.Brigitte burst into laughter.
âThey claimed she was a skilled fortune teller, but itâs all nonsense!â
Brigitte seemed convinced the fortune teller was a fraud.Wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, she said.
âWell, someone truly naive might be fooled. Itâs common for mages to struggle in their youth and find great success later in life.ââIs that so?ââAlso, my attire is expensive. Weâre carrying numerous shopping bags too. Itâs not unusual for wealthy and skilled mages to marry nobles or royalty. In the end, the fortune tellerâs words were predictable.â
Now that she mentioned it, that was true.Ultimately, the fortune teller Casablanca was a charlatan.But perhaps not everything was a lie.
âSpeaking of my grandfather. They say he somehow evaded the prosecutionâs encirclement. Thereâs talk he might actually become president now. Then Iâd be the presidentâs grandchild.â
A presidentâs grandchild is quite comparable to a kingâs grandson in the grand scheme of things, right?In that sense, the fortune tellerâs prediction wasnât entirely off the mark.
SwooshâJust then, a breeze swept by.Looking up, I realized evening had fallen, the moon already rising.The sun sets early in autumn, after all.We headed to a nearby inn called âThe Adventurerâs Gardenâ for dinner. It was a popular spot among adventurers, evoking fond memories and putting me at ease.
âI feel most content when I return to an inn after completing an adventure and sit down to eat.â
Brigitte remarked with a chuckle as she ordered drinks and food.I think I understood what she meant.
Our dinner consisted of 2 sets of the innâs signature âGold Adventurer Setâ.We reminisced about our days as adventurers.Perhaps due to the alcohol, Brigitteâs face was flushed and her hands trembled slightly.She kept glancing at the time.
8 oâclock.9 oâclock.And 10 oâclock.As the tavernâs noise reached its peak, Brigitte said.
âIsnât it about time now?ââNot yet.ââHow about now?ââStill not yet.ââThen, now?â
Brigitte seemed a bit anxious.Was it the alcoholâs effect?Thatâs when it happened.ClatterâThe sound of shattering glass pierced the air.A fight had erupted in the tavern.
âA brawl really broke out.â
Clankâ Bangâ ClutterâSuddenly, there was a thunderous crash.A beer mug flew from somewhere, drenching both Brigitte and me, leaving us soaked in cheap beer.
âAt this rate, we really need to change upstairs.â
Brigitte examined herself, surprised yet amused by the turn of events.I nodded in agreement.
âGo change.âââ¦Judas, want to join me? Upstairs. You need fresh clothes too. You look like a mouse that fell into a beer barrel.â
Brigitteâs face was as red as it could be. How about mine? My face felt burning hot too.Perhaps due to the alcohol weâd consumed, or the black snake-snake strawberry, my body was feverish and I could barely maintain composure.Brigitte added.
âMaybe, originally, I would have said, âIâm just going to change clothes, so donât get any ideas.â Iâm certain I would have.ââI probably would have replied, âOkay. I promise.â too.â
We entered the same room together.Up to this point, everything aligned with the diaryâs account.But nothing more was written beyond this.I was at a loss for what to do next, and Brigitte seemed equally uncertain as we awkwardly turned our backs to each other and changed clothes.
What should we do?I was deeply conflicted.It was a pivotal moment in many ways.Thatâs when Brigitte, having finished changing, retrieved something from her bag.It was a beautiful lily.Said to be from the desert with abundant vitality, itâs reputed to have a definite effect in treating infertility.Brigitte began chewing on the lily petals.She appeared to be steeling herself, but I suddenly imagined goats or sheep munching on flowers and felt like laughing.Struggling to maintain a straight face for the sake of the mood, Brigitte spoke first.
âChewing on flowers makes me feel like a goat, doesnât it?âââ¦â¦â
If I laughed even slightly, it would ruin the atmosphere.I exerted superhuman control to keep my expression neutral. Then I said to Brigitte.
âBrigitte, you seem quite composed for being alone with a man. Was that unicorn truly angry earlier?â
âWhat are you saying? That unicorn was fake, remember? You saw it too. It was just a narwhal tusk glued to a horseâs head!ââI donât believe you. Prove it.â
SwooshâI placed my hand on Brigitteâs waist.Startled, Brigitte exclaimed.
ââ¦Didnât we agree we were just changing clothes?ââIâm not one for keeping promises.ââHeyâ¦! Heyâ¦! Wait, Iâm not mentally prepaaaredâ¦!â
That night, Brigitte became someone who could no longer ride a unicorn.The same was true for me.When morning came, Brigitte and I awoke in the same bed. Opening our eyes beside each other was more awkward than anticipated.I wondered if weâd ever grow accustomed to it.
ââ¦â¦âââ¦â¦â
I felt oddly embarrassed and struggled to speak.Brigitte seemed to share the sentiment.We ate breakfast as usual and returned to the mansion.Salome and Cariote glanced at us but remained silent.Thatâs when Naru, watering plants in the mansionâs garden, spotted us and waved enthusiastically.
âMom! Dad!â
Seeing Naruâs radiant expression, both Brigitte and I felt immense relief, as if we could finally breathe easily.âThe future remained unchanged.It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from our shoulders and chests.WarakâNaru embraced me.
âDad! Naru was good and didnât cause any trouble yesterday!â
Naruâs body temperature was slightly higher than other childrenâs, as always, making her feel warm.Naru consistently smelled of wildflowers.She possessed a genuinely cheerful and kind personality.How could such a child have come from me?
SwooshâWhen Naru pulled away, she was crying profusely.I asked.
âNaru, why are you crying!âââ¦Naru wanted to say goodbye with a smile! Iâm so happy to meet Mom and Dad, but I canât stop the tears!â
Sobbing heavily, Naru shouted.
ââ¦Mom, Dad! Naru is sorry for causing trouble every day! From now on, Iâll be good, Iâll become an SSR princess, so you have to wait for me!â
Naru then rushed into Brigitteâs arms.
âAlso, Naru will study hardâ¦! Iâll listen well to Mom and Dad, get along with Cecily and Hina, be nice to Sifnoi too, and take good care of Molumolu! You have to wait for meâ¦!â
Brigitte also hugged Naru tightly, their cheeks pressed together as they both burst into tears.
ââ¦You donât have to study hard! Itâs okay if you cause some trouble! Just stay healthy. You donât even need to become an SSR princess or anything, as long as we can meet again in good health!â
Glowâ WaveâNaruâs body began to glow.
âNaru, weâll definitely see each other again! Definitelyâ¦â
The weight in Brigitteâs arms gradually disappeared. When she came to her senses, Brigitte was embracing empty air.
âDefinitely againâ¦â
Something very small had vanished, but its presence was so significant that we momentarily forgot how to speak.
ââ¦â¦â
Suddenly, I found myself pondering.What is life?â¦When does a person truly become a person?In my view, Naru was already Naru.She was a daughter, a friend, and a sister named Naru.At least, thatâs what I believed.