I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 329

329. How they enjoy the festival (2)

“This!”

Kimei shouted, pointing to a drinking glass.

Suin, who hesitated to raise his glass, closes his eyes tightly and scratches his head.

“Ah…”

Unable to overcome the stares of the people gathered around him, the prisoner eventually lifts the glass and the bead inside is revealed.

“You’re brave!”

“That’s a girl with good eyes.”

“I will take on the challenge too!”

Hearing people cheering, Kimei, who was embarrassed by their praise, bursts into laughter.

This was the third time I hit a glass with marbles in it.

“How did you get it right…?”

Suin, who was handing Kimei the earrings that were one of the prizes, quietly asks a question.

“Thank you. Thanks to you, I was able to get the earrings! How did you match the glass with the beads?”

Kimei, who heard Bernice and I’s whispers and guessed the answer, looked at the earrings as if he was suspicious and asked that question.

“Let’s just say there is a special power to do that.”

Actually, there was no problem with Suin’s skills.

I simply answered Bernice’s question about how to distinguish between lies and truth, and I met a blind person who was not blind who could easily figure out where the marble hidden under the glass was.

“I guess there was a reason why the Empire’s casino banned me from entering.”

Bernice raises his eyebrows and looks amazed once again.

I think it was her first time using her powers in this way. Since this is also a festival, wouldn’t it be an amazing experience to have?

[ It’s so pitiful. ]

Sierra clicks her tongue as she looks at the prisoner who was helplessly defeated by Bernice.

I hate to say this, but I wonder if we haven’t met each other in a dark gambling hall. Because then there is a high possibility that it will not end with earrings.

“Saint, how are you?”

“It suits you well.”

“hehehe, the best feeling is when I get something that money can’t normally buy.”

Chimay shows off the earrings to Bernice. Bernice responded by looking at her with a happy smile.

I enjoyed the festival like that.

What she felt while enjoying Bernice and her festival was that she was not the type to go out and enjoy something of her own. She tended to prefer to stand a step back and watch.

She deserved it, because she attracts attention wherever she goes.

After all, she is a saint.

People always offer what they wish for when they see the saint.

Please cure my illness. Please kill the demon. Please give me blessings.

Saints are like saviors to the people.

As a result, her life was such that it was difficult to comfortably walk down the street in a typical city.

“……”

Bernice occasionally stopped and blankly observed the people passing by.

I took advantage of her Kimi absence to ask her a question.

“What are you looking at?”

“……”

“Please stand there blankly.”

“… I was just watching the people. This is my first time enjoying a normal festival. Before she became a saint, whenever there was a festival, she would go to the festival to distribute bread to the children in the orphanage. “It was my job to help.”

“I guess you should call her a saint… She must have been busy.”

“It was fun. The kids liked it. But now, I’m not sure how to enjoy the festival. What do ordinary people do to play? Is this normal enough?”

“I don’t think there’s any need to worry. Just do what you want to do. What do you want to do, saint?”

“This is what I want to do…”

Bernice muttered softly, moving her eyes that were not covered by her hair to carefully scan the festival.

“……”

Her pink eyes soon turned to her unknown lovers, who were smiling brightly with their arms crossed.

She seems to know what she wants.

“Saint, wouldn’t you like to put on a play?”

“A play?”

“Let’s become the ordinary people the saint said. How about it?”

I asked her, holding out her hand.

Bernice immediately took her hand and asked her as she burst out laughing.

“Phew, I’m curious what kind of script it is.”

“I’m telling you in advance, but it will be full of lies. It’s a play.”

“…Good. I’m looking forward to it.”

After getting Bernice’s approval, I immediately went to Chimay and asked if I could spend some time alone with the saint.

“Are you and the saintess alone? That’s fine with me. Then, I’ll find Hamuro and take him with me.”

I then approached Bernice, who was waiting for me with wide eyes on a corner of the street.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Bernice.”

Bernice tilted his head at my awkward voice and opened his mouth while contemplating whether to laugh or not.

“It’s not too late at all.”

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***

It was very easy to imitate ordinary people.

It was simply resolved by calling Bernice by her name instead of the name Saint.

As Ecklin said before, a festival where people did not recognize Bernice even if he did not hide his face was a rare opportunity.

Sometimes, tourists from the West seemed to recognize Bernice, but when they saw the Oriental dress she was wearing and the way she was smiling happily while holding the hand of a blind man, they said things like, ‘Does she look like her?’ I mumbled and moved on.

Once the Holy Church settled in the East, there was a high probability that an opportunity like this would never come again.

So, at least for today, I had to make her let go of the heavy burden of being ‘her saint’.

Her play for her was quite natural to her.

Before I knew it, I had become Zeto, a wandering swordsman from the East, rather than the knight of her saint, Bernice, and Bernice had become Bernice, an extremely ordinary woman who was born and raised in her castle country and only had a little good sense.

Sierra looked at her bright smile as Bernice shrugged her shoulders and quietly entered the urethra.

Rather than being jealous, it seemed like he really wanted to give us alone time. To begin with, Sierra doesn’t really hate Bernice. That’s because we can communicate with each other.

With the help of Sierra and Kimei, they were enjoying the festival by talking and eating delicious food like ordinary lovers.

“What does that tent do?”

In response to Bernice’s next question, the word ‘bokchae’ was heard in the murmurs of people coming out of the tent. I think it might be a fortune teller.

“Well, if you’re curious, you can go there.”

I led her into her tent.

As you enter the tent, a strangely familiar background catches your eye.

A middle-aged woman was sitting in a seat, wearing a hat attached to her robe so low that it covered half of her face, and a pack of cards was placed on her table.

It seemed like it was not an Eastern fortune teller, but a Western style fortune teller who had come on an expedition to the Emperor of Phoenix.

“Here, precious people have come.”

The fortune teller, whose face was hidden, welcomed us with open arms.

‘They are precious people…’

After listening to the comment, it seemed like his skills were unusual.

“……”

Looking at Bernice’s surprised face, she must have been thinking the same thing as me.

“Please sit down. Normally, we wouldn’t have met these people here, but it must have been fate that we met like this.”

“”……””

Although we felt strange about the fortune teller’s meaningful words, we sat down as if we were fascinated by something.

“What can I look at?”

“What can I see?”

“Past and future. From birth to death. You will be able to see everything you want. For one thing, there are already a lot of broken lines in the middle, but it won’t be a big problem.”

Bernice tilts his head when told that the line is broken in the middle. He looked like he couldn’t believe his ears, wondering if he heard something wrong.

Divination in this world is real.

There are people who can truly see the future and the past, rather than simply telling fortunes or giving good wishes.

Reading the stars, predicting the future through cards, seeing the future through a special crystal ball… The methods are also varied and vast.

Of course, since she can’t show others what she saw directly, there are some scammers out there, but at least this woman didn’t seem to be one of those types.

So it seemed better to be even more careful.

“…Let’s go normally. Love luck and such…”

I thought that talking about death or expressing that the line was broken might lead to a bad situation, so I quickly changed her words before Bernice showed her interest.

“Love luck. Hmm… Good. If you want to cover it up, it would be better to cover it up.”

She is a dangerous woman after all.

I felt like my existence was being peered through.

Some of the names of skilled fortune tellers I knew through the game pass by.

Cassandra of Delgrad.

She is an astrologer in Del Grad, Lucia’s hometown. She previously predicted that a ‘catastrophe’ would appear in Del Grad.

‘Now that I think about it, the Calamity of Delgrad must have been an alien species, and it must have been one of Zepeti’s aircraft…’

When it was time, she decided to ask Petty, and anyway, this woman was not Cassandra.

‘Cassandra is an old person to begin with.’

She was an astrologer who read the stars to see the future, so it was very unlikely that this woman who was shuffling a pack of cards right now in front of her eyes was her Cassandra.

‘I’m sure you have skills.’

Then who is this woman?

The saint’s miracle caused an uproar on the continent for a while. I don’t know if she recognized me or if she really read my past, but in the latter case, it could be quite troublesome.

Unfortunately, fortune-tellers are not people you can easily meet in games, perhaps because they all have strong mystical tendencies.

Among them, I only knew the names and nicknames of some famous people, so it seemed difficult to find out the identity of this woman wearing a robe.

“Are you in love with each other?”

“Yes, well…”

I was so preoccupied with my identity that I gave a rough answer to the question of the fortune teller who drew the cards.

“…Hmm.”

Bernice’s cough is then heard.

Then he suddenly looks at me.

Is it because of the answer just now?

“Now, please choose a card. I think one card will be enough. It doesn’t matter who chooses.”

Soon, the fortune teller laid out the cards on the table and chanted.

“I choose.”

Bernice waves his finger left and right and examines the card.

There were a total of 22 cards.

Bernice, who seemed to be in a good mood for some reason, was humming his song and happily choosing cards.

Regardless of the fortune teller’s meaningful words, I felt like I was enjoying the situation and atmosphere itself.

“I’ll take this.”

Soon she chose one of her cards and turned it over.

The card depicted people jumping from a tower covered in dark clouds and screaming.

“……”

As soon as he saw the painting, Bernice sensed something bad about her.

The fortune teller picked up the card Bernice had chosen and looked at it quietly before opening her mouth.

“…It’s going to be a difficult journey. I have serious doubts as to whether I saw it correctly…”

“May I ask what you saw?”

“Yes, it’s okay. What I’m observing is a future that can change at any time.”

To put it simply, does it mean that we can avoid the leakage of secrets?

Soon, the fortune teller puts down the card and continues his explanation.

“…Knives were clashing and arrows were raining down from all directions. It was a battlefield engulfed in hot flames, with lightning striking from the sky.”

“It has something to do with love…?”

Bernice looks puzzled at the explanation that cannot be matched with her love life.

“I don’t even know how the love story between a man and a woman could turn into such a terrible war. That’s all I could see.”

“……”

When Bernice reacts tremulously at the word war, the fortuneteller raises the corner of her mouth.

“It’s not like I’m cheating, so don’t worry too much.”

***

“Couldn’t it have been a fraud?”

“Well, I wasn’t really lying.”

“Are you talking about a quack?”

“That may be true. Power is of little use to those who believe that lies are the truth.”

After leaving the fortune telling shop, I worked hard to distract Bernice, who was pondering something.

I know too.

There is a high possibility that he is not a fraudster.

Because they are ordinary scammers who say good things on purpose.

They say war is happening.

I don’t know what kind of war it is.

If I had made a hundred concessions and simply looked into the future of Bernice and I, it would have been understandable, but the mention of it spreading in the story of love was annoying.

I wondered if I had gone to the fortune teller for no reason, but I couldn’t change what had already happened.

“It’s just fortune-telling.”

“That’s right.”

The future and destiny can be changed at any time.

I was also the one who experienced it firsthand.

“I’m hungry, so why not fill my stomach?”

“…I like it.”

I barely succeeded in diverting Bernice’s attention.

It is true that I felt suspicious about the fortune teller’s explanation, but I seemed to have decided not to delve too deeply.

That was when I approached the vendor selling snacks, attracted by that sweet smell.

“Uh, you…”

But suddenly the merchant recognizes me.

‘Who was it?’

It was a voice I felt I had heard somewhere before.

‘But I’m not familiar with it… It’s like I heard it in passing once…’

Contrary to my expectations, the merchant continues speaking immediately.

“Where is that short-haired girl going?”

Yes. It was then.

This was the merchant who praised how nice it looked when he and Howell passed by on the street to clear out a group of religious sects.

“I think you’ve mistaken the person…”

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“No, no. How common are people like you with bandages covering their eyes? Last night, I saw you holding hands affectionately and walking down a dark alley. I’m sure you are a clear person.”

There was no use in trying to explain it.

As the merchant said, how common would it be to see a blind man with his eyes covered with bandages?

At this, Bernice tilts his head and looks at me intently.

“…A girl with short hair, Zeto?”

His mouth was clearly smiling, but his eyes were dead.