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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Lord Fourth
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His mind went blank.
“You will have at least six wives in the future.”
The fortune teller’s words made his blood run cold. He was speechless, completely at a loss for words.
“What do you mean?”
His voice trembled with confusion, his mind reeling.
Originally, Arnold was destined for a tragic end, never finding love. But six? Not one, but six lovers? It was so absurd that he wondered if he was dreaming.
The fortune teller smirked, observing his reaction.
“Exactly what I said. But you must choose wisely.”
Her voice was low and slow, a hint of amusement in her tone as she continued,
“To put it simply, you are a massive star.”
A star… He frowned slightly, not understanding what she meant. But the fortune teller, unfazed by his reaction, continued in her cryptic way,
“You radiate such a brilliant and unique light that many celestial bodies are drawn to your brilliance. But at the same time, you’re in an unstable state.”
“Those captivated by your light may lead each other to ruin.”
Her words were abstract, but he could grasp their meaning. What did “lead each other to ruin” mean? It likely meant that the six women would fight amongst themselves and meet a tragic end because of him.
Did that mean they would all die fighting over him?
“You seem to have a lot on your mind.”
“But don’t worry too much. There will be many opportunities.”
The fortune teller wiggled her fingers in the air and smiled faintly, her voice both ominous and soothing.
“If you make the right choices, they will all accept and acknowledge each other, desiring and adoring only you.”
A smile spread across the old woman’s face, an expression not of malice, but of amusement and intrigue.
“Now, do you have any other questions?”
As she asked, the soft glow of the crystal ball faded, as if she had said all she needed to say.
The fortune teller rested her chin on her hands and looked at him with an amused expression.
He felt like he should ask something more but also that further conversation would be pointless.
He had already received the answer to his original question, and prolonging the conversation would only lead to more confusion.
“No, that’s enough. I’ll be going now.”
He stood up and bowed his head slightly, placing a gold coin on the table.
“Thank you. If you have the chance, please visit again. It was quite interesting to see your fate.”
The fortune teller tapped the table with her fingertip, pulling the gold coin towards herself. She chuckled as she pocketed it, the clinking sound echoing in the quiet tent.
“…I’ll think about it.”
“Farewell, oh great star.”
He lifted the tent flap and stepped outside.
Her parting words were cryptic. He honestly doubted he would ever return to this place.
Her demeanor suggested she knew something. Although there was no malice in her tone, it was an unsettling feeling.
“…….”
A cold breeze brushed against his cheek as he stepped outside. The fresh air was a welcome change from the heavy atmosphere inside the tent, but his mind was still in turmoil.
‘A star…’
He couldn’t tell what was true and what was fiction.
But one thing was certain: the fortune teller’s words had shaken his perception of his future. Six wives, or perhaps even more…
The fortune teller’s mention of “the right choices” lingered in his mind.
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“‘There’s someone I like… Can we be together, even though there’s a difference in our social standing?’”
Eilly was next. She was visibly nervous, her shoulders tense, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her eyes filled with anxiety, her lips pressed firmly together.
“Hmm, let’s see…”
The fortune teller slowly scanned Eilly’s face and then gently touched the air around the crystal ball, a mystical, violet light emanating from her fingertips, creating a strange atmosphere.
“Oh my…”
The fortune teller paused, as if lost in thought, and then spoke in a low but clear voice,
“You currently possess a secret, one even you are unaware of. That secret will be the key.”
Eilly’s eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly.
“Really?! What… What kind of secret…?”
Eilly asked, her voice a mixture of doubt and hope.
The fortune teller smiled gently and nodded.
“Everything has its time. When the time comes, you’ll naturally find the opportunity, so you don’t have to worry too much.”
Eilly pondered her words, swallowing hard. A faint hope bloomed in her heart, and a blush crept up her cheeks as the image of a certain man filled her mind.
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“There’s a man I’ve fallen in love with. I initially despised him, but after learning the truth, I came to love him.”
“But… I’m afraid my past actions, my hatred for him, will ruin our relationship.”
Elisha was next. She was visibly anxious, as if facing a crucial test, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest, her posture tense, the air around her heavy with anticipation.
The fortune teller looked at her silently and then touched the crystal ball, gazing into it. A violet mist swirled within the crystal, creating mystical, dreamlike images.
“There seems to be no need for concern.”
The fortune teller’s quiet voice eased the tension in Elisha’s face, and she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as if overwhelmed with relief.
“Is that true?”
She asked, her eyes wide with disbelief. The fortune teller nodded calmly and continued,
“The man doesn’t seem to resent you deeply. At least, your past actions won’t hinder your relationship.”
“However… don’t let your guard down. Don’t take his forgiveness lightly. Otherwise, that connection might become a broken bridge, beyond repair.”
Elisha nodded slowly, taking the fortune teller’s words to heart. Her eyes held a mix of emotions, but also a firm resolve and determination.
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Melina, the elf with pointed ears and ethereal beauty, was the last to have her fortune told. She took a deep breath, her hand gently resting on her chest.
“I’d like to know about my romantic fortune. There’s someone I believe is my destined savior, but I’m not sure if we’re meant to be together.”
Her voice was calm, but her yearning was evident.
The fortune teller silently touched the crystal ball, her expression unusually grim.
Melina’s heart began to race, a sense of dread washing over her, as if her hopes could be dashed by a single word from the fortune teller.
“Not good…”
The fortune teller muttered and shook her head, then looked at Melina with a serious expression.
“The chances are slim, as things stand.”
Melina felt a pang of disappointment. But the fortune teller paused, observing her reaction.
“However, it’s not impossible.”
“If you truly desire him, you must be more proactive and sincere. A frivolous attitude won’t convey your true feelings to him.”
Melina’s expression was filled with regret. She had always approached the competition with a lighthearted, playful attitude.
She had mostly gone along with the others, joining in on the fun, rather than taking the initiative.
“…I understand. I’m glad I came here today.”
Melina decided to trust the fortune teller, who had pointed out her flaws without being told.
“I think I understand what you mean.”
“I’m rooting for you. I admire any woman who strives for love.”
Melina smiled faintly at the fortune teller’s words and clenched her hands in her lap, a new resolve forming in her heart.
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“E-Excuse me.”
Varis was the last. He seemed incredibly nervous even before entering the tent.
“Hmm?”
The fortune teller’s eyes widened as she looked at Varis, her gaze filled with curiosity as she scanned his face.
“Is… Is something wrong…?”
Varis asked hesitantly, and the fortune teller said,
“You… are having your destiny stolen from you.”
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