98 – The Saint and the Astrologer (2)
I must have been quite young when I learned that I could see the future.
I don’t know the exact time, but I think it was probably around the age of ten.
Actually, it wasn’t a very important issue. However, what is making Jibril tired now is the fact that the ‘future he saw’ may be wrong.
Okay, maybe it’s obvious, but… ….
She wasn’t for her.
It wasn’t a given.
Rather, it was true for her that she was not wrong and that anything that would happen would happen somehow if she did not actively try to get involved.
The experience I have accumulated as an astrologer, the journey I have gone through, and my trust in my abilities.
All of that was shaken by the existence of a variable at this moment, and her self-confidence, which had become clouded, made her just let go of her tension.
I felt relieved.
‘I don’t know.’
I thought about it. After that day, after what happened with that boy. I thought about it all along.
What is right? Will one’s actions be proven right in the future?
It is not a problem that can be known at the moment, but one thing is clear.
-I don’t know what kind of future you saw. There was no plan like you said in the first place. But I don’t think anyone would believe me if I explained it, so that’s okay.
If what Dante said is true, then she is wrong. Unless, of course, he has a plan filled with revenge.
…… If so, you are the one who is wrong.
You are the one who is wrong. Because he tried to suppress the freedom of the innocent using the future that only he saw as a justification.
Jibril’s thoughts continued and it didn’t take long for him to reach that conclusion.
Also, as a result, she began to feel skeptical about everything she did.
‘…… ‘I’m just a little tired.’
Why did we come to this distant imperial land in the first place? What was the reason?
Yes, the future. Because I couldn’t let that terrible future come true. That’s why I came here.
But that is. What if that future never existed in the first place?
Just in case, really just one chance… ….
What if her blind belief in her own abilities and her astrology was nothing more than a delusion of her own making?
“… ….”
That’s true.
Of all the possibilities Jibril could think of, she was the one he least wanted to think about.
‘That can’t be possible.’
I know it can’t be like that. It wasn’t so bad that I couldn’t distinguish between delusion and the manifestation of supernatural abilities, and it was the ‘real’ future without any doubt.
However, we must admit that things have changed.
In the end, we cannot help but admit that something, some variable, has occurred.
“Ha.”
At this point, all of her tension and determination have drained away, and she just lays her body back. Lie down and close her eyes. And then she stops thinking.
She didn’t want to think further.
What about it? Even if it’s a real future that will happen, why does she have to stop it herself? Is there a need to stop it in the first place?
Why should we care about the destruction of the world?
‘Is that my business? … ?’
…… We have already fought dozens of times to prevent some future.
As a result, he was given the quite honorable title of Eastern Astrologer.
It’s useless at all.
Because I’m really tired now.
Let’s just get some rest. Let’s rest.
‘Let’s just sleep.’
Make nature your friend and look at the night sky every day.
I don’t think it’s a bad idea to close your eyes like that.
At least at this time, Jibril had no thoughts of returning to her hometown.
She spent another night in the forest of her academy.
“… ….”
In my dream that day, I foresaw the existence of a girl who would come tomorrow.
*****
“You’re an astrologer, right?”
Beatrice asked, and Jibril looked up at her for a moment.
Unlike before, the poison in the green eyes had faded considerably.
Beatrice could not help but find this reaction quite surprising. It is said that she went a long way to kill one person sincerely, and the flames died out quickly.
I don’t feel any hostility or caution towards Jibril now.
It may have been quite natural since her target was Dante in the first place, but she thought that at least it was not Beatrice.
It feels quite different from that.
Just as she felt for the first time, the girl in front of her was somehow weak…….
So to speak, his actions, tone of voice, reactions and attitude had all changed.
Should I say that people have become a bit drowsy?
“…… “You heard about it from Dante.”
In any case, Jibril silently confirmed his identity, and Beatrice also briefly nodded.
The reason she visited Jibril was definitely because of Dante’s story.
“That’s right, but it’s not that important, so let’s move on.”
First of all, Beatrice answered in a calm voice.
This is because she had a clear purpose today.
Rustling-
Before bringing up that topic, Beatrice took her steps and approached right in front of Jibril.
And she sits down comfortably in the makeshift shelter she is expected to have made.
It was quite large, so there was enough space for the two girls to talk face to face while keeping a distance between them.
“Do you have anything to bring? “Coffee or something.”
Beatrice looked quite calm, unlike usual. To put it mildly, she was calm; to put it bluntly, she felt rather sharp.
Of course, Jibril was not close enough to her to notice the subtle difference.
“You are looking for something interesting in the middle of the forest.”
She just responded calmly.
“I have some fruit from the trees. It’s worth eating. “It also replenishes moisture.”
And at her calm reply, Beatrice’s expression took on a mysterious glow for a moment.
Beatrice glanced at Jibril and the space around him for a moment and then spoke in a panic.
“If I may say it back, you are living in a very strange place. “I’m just asking, just in case. Do you know that the sports competition is over?”
“I know.”
Jibril gently nodded his head at her. However, Beatrice slowly narrowed her eyes at the indifferent tone that seemed to be asking what was the matter.
And she continues her words.
“It means that outsiders must slowly return.”
“Oh my, it was an eviction order. “It was a place I loved, but it ended up being a disappointment.”
Another immediate answer. Jibril did not hesitate to respond to her.
Beatrice’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
“…… “With that being said, it doesn’t seem like you have any intention of leaving?”
This time, Jibril didn’t bother to answer and just laughed helplessly.
Of course, that alone would have been a sufficient answer.
Beatrice had to feel strangely frustrated by the other person’s soft response.
I thought it wouldn’t be easy to continue the conversation.
“You don’t seem to be in a good mood, saint.”
And that frustration was further fueled by Jibril’s words the very next moment.
The corners of Beatrice’s eyes twitched slightly.
“…… Thanks to someone who is so calm and easy-going. “You know that if the Academy catches you, you’ll be deported, right?”
An outsider living in hiding in the woods within the academy grounds. There is no room for looking good.
I vaguely thought that might be the case, but it’s just amazing that it really still exists.
Beatrice looked at Jibril with a displeased gaze.
“Hmm.”
At that time, Jibril answered, putting a fruit the size of her thumb that she had picked up somewhere into her mouth.
“I don’t know.”
“Then…” ….”
“But I won’t go out.”
Beatrice, who was cut off before she could continue speaking, looked dumbfounded.
The look in his eyes was as if he was asking why he was speaking so confidently.
“…… “Do you think I’m going to report it?”
“What…. “I don’t think so.”
“Yes?”
Beatrice tilted her head. Because I really didn’t understand this time.
No, what do you really believe and make such a promise?
You think that won’t be the case?
Beatrice was dumbfounded.
“There was no such future.”
Jibril’s next words were enough to erase even such absurd feelings for an instant.
Beatrice’s expression hardened slightly.
“A future in which you announce my existence to the Academy, and a future in which I am kicked out.”
“… ….”
“I couldn’t see it with my eyes.”
Jibril closed one of her eyes and tapped my eyelid like that.
Beatrice looked at her for a moment, keeping her mouth shut without saying a word.
“…… “She heard that to use her powers, she would need to lose her eyesight.”
It was several more seconds later that she reluctantly parted her lips.
Of course, Jibril’s attitude did not change.
With a faint smile on her face, her body almost lying down, she responded as if it was no big deal.
“It’s not a permanent loss. And, if it’s a near and fragmentary future, there’s no point in taking on that burden. “Because this isn’t such a fatal future.”
As Beatrice said, that was a very nonchalant and weak reaction, and she couldn’t help but let out a helpless laugh.
She said, unable to erase the feeling that she was being dragged into.
“…… It’s a very useful ability. “It’s also fascinating.”
“It is nothing compared to the power of God that you possess. Still, I’m glad you’re interested. In fact, many people don’t know much, but there is more to know than you might think.”
Jibril smiled brightly as if he was normally happy and continued her words.
“For example, that’s right. It is not difficult to see that you are in quite a bad mood right now. “I also know that the cause is not entirely mine.”
Beatrice didn’t specifically answer, but he answered with a sullen expression. Jibril’s words were certainly correct.
The reason she wasn’t feeling at ease right now was definitely not because of Jibril.
“This is not information that puts too much of a burden on your mental capacity. “The only criterion for judging astrology is ‘how much influence the information can have on reality.'”
Anyway, Jibril’s story continued. She doesn’t seem to care whether Beatrice is in a good or bad mood.
“Hmm, how best to explain this… …. Oh yeah.”
After thinking briefly, she just put the right analogy that came to her mind straight into her mouth.
“For example, there is a way to know the color of the underwear hidden under your clothes. “It’s a bit of a twist on the route of applying special abilities.”
“?”
And those words were enough to turn Beatrice’s expression into blankness in an instant.
Jibril’s voice continued.
“Because that feeling of foresight is classified as unimportant information, it does not consume much mental power. “If it’s okay, can I prove it?”
“… ….”
Beatrice was silent, and Jibril looked at her innocent eyes that seemed to have no other intentions.
Afterwards, after a short silence, Beatrice let out a low voice.
“Don’t do it.”
“Oh, yes.”
Jibril lowered her head sullenly, but Beatrice’s tone was firm.
She was fiddling with the hem of her skirt for no reason, and her expression looked somewhat embarrassed.
“…… Well, anyway.”
It was around that time that Jibril changed the topic.
“What I want to say is that the difference between ‘valuable information’ and ‘not-valuable information’ is clear. For example.”
Still with a smile on her lips, she paused for a moment.
“If we talk about the future of Dante, a person with special abilities, it is definitely the former.”
Erases that smile in an instant.
Beatrice also had no choice but to stop and narrow her eyes.
“…… Your purpose has something to do with that, right? “This is the purpose of coming to me.”
The atmosphere has completely changed. Jibril’s mood, Beatrice’s mood.
And crucially, the atmosphere of the place where the two girls were sitting.
“What do you want to know? And what did you hear?”
“… ….”
“Did Dante tell you about being attacked by me? So, are you going to exclude me for trying to harm your close friend?”
Jibril spoke, and Beatrice remained silent.
It’s just a passing of glances.
A bleak wind blew through the old trees that grew upright.
“…… Well.”
It was immediately after that that Beatrice separated her tightly closed lips.
The voice is quiet and the tone of speech is calm.
She seemed perfectly calm, but ironically, Djibril had to feel nervous. She couldn’t help but feel.
…… It was that kind of spirit.
“I haven’t decided for sure, either.”
“…… “Are you not planning on answering?”
Jibril carefully lifted her hand.
Move undetected, into your arms.
Toward the dagger in his arms.
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“Not really. “I’m just thinking about it.”
“…… Worry?”
In response to Jibril’s question, Beatrice nodded her head. She just doesn’t care.
“Yes, I’m worried.”
Despite the fact that he had already noticed that Jibril was holding a dagger in his hand.
Beatrice just continued speaking calmly.
“I’m worried about what I should do with you from now on.”
Chaeng!
At that very moment, Jibril drew out his dagger, and Beatrice held divine power in one hand.
The atmosphere began to cool rapidly.
But Jibril knew. She knows that her own magic requires preparation, and that her astrology will not help her in battle.
If you fight, you will definitely lose.
The opponent was a girl with a high reputation as a saint of the church, and the amount of divine power she possessed was at a level that even the Pope could not compare to.
…… If astrology is used to its extreme, it may be possible to create a momentary gap.
Even if she lost her eyesight by doing so, it would be a disaster. It’s impossible to escape.
Jibril thought.
In the end, her only options are conversation and persuasion.
‘…… ‘Tsk.’
Still, it won’t be easy. From a third person’s point of view, that is, from Beatrice’s point of view, she is just an outsider who tried to harm her friend.
How can this be viewed positively? Even if her position were the opposite, he would immediately try to force her hand.
…… Jibril said she couldn’t see a future in which she would be kicked out, but that doesn’t mean other possibilities are closed off.
Even if the opponent came out aggressively, that wasn’t something to consider special.
It was a worthy situation.
Because it is a worthy position.
Jibril’s fingertips holding her dagger became wet with tension.
‘…… ‘Is there nothing you can do?’
And then, the moment when she finally gives up and tries to use astrology to get a deeper glimpse into the future.
“Wait a minute.”
Sweet-
Her Beatrice dissipated her divine power and held out her palm to stop her.
A glimmer of doubt appeared on Jibril’s expression.
But Beatrice didn’t care. Just calmly talk about it.
“Calm down, I don’t plan on fighting right now.”
“… ….”
“First, I have a question to ask, Astrologer. “No, Miss Jibril.”
Jibril calmly looked at her face. Without missing her expression, her eyes, or even the smallest flow of emotion.
Check her expression.
‘…… ‘It’s a lie, isn’t it?’
I have no intention of fighting right now. There was no lie in what she said. At least that much.
…… I didn’t know how it would change if it wasn’t ‘right away’.
Still, you can listen to the story first.
To be precise, we got the opportunity to talk.
I wouldn’t be in a position to refuse that.
‘Ha.’
With a small sigh inwardly, Jibril slowly opened his mouth.
“…… “Astrology.”
“… ….”
“It’s not okay to overdo it. If you take in too much information, you will eventually become overloaded. So, unless it’s something really light, I tend to refrain from predicting the future.”
She carefully lifted her green eyes. Make eye contact with Beatrice.
And then, he says.
“That’s why I don’t know exactly what you want right now.”
So tell me. If there is anything you want to hear or know.
Make sure you do it right now.
Jibril spoke like that.
“… ….”
Beatrice was silent for a very moment, then repeatedly clenched and unclenched her fists and lowered her gaze.
It was a meaningless gesture, so Jibril was able to vaguely guess her intentions.
I hesitate.
I was hesitating.
What? I don’t know about that. Still, even so… ….
She was clearly in the midst of hesitation right now.
“Miss Jibril, an astrologer from the East.”
Eventually, Beatrice struggled to stop her from speaking.
The gaze was still directed downward.
What she thought of at this moment was nothing else.
-Why did Jibril target me?
A few days ago, I heard a story in passing during a conversation with Dante, who woke up after falling due to a side effect of his supernatural ability.
-I don’t know that much. It’s not like I have any guesses…….
The story of the moment when she was attacked by the gray robes of that day, the girl from the East, just before the problem related to Aria broke out.
-Roughly speaking, since ability is ability, I guess I could have seen the future.
And while scratching her cheek as if nothing had happened, Dante put a word into her mouth.
-Well, something like a future where I become a terrible villain.
“… ….”
Beatrice did not raise her head until the end.
‘I don’t believe it.’
Do not look the other person in the eye.
‘I will only believe what I see and what I have personally seen.’
She just muttered.
“What exactly was Dante’s future as you saw it?”
Just say that one word like that.