Fake Princess
CHAPTER 88
“ Peamal was smiling again, and there was a more human expression emanating from his eyes. “ If you wait until night, the library is empty. They didn't lock the door. You can leave the key in the room, and I'd say you accidentally left it there.”
With trembling fingers, I reached out and let the fortune teller put the key in my hand. “ If you help me, you'll know—“
I breathe—“what happened. You can tell us who did it, who betrayed the king and queen.”
Again the clairvoyant shook his head. “ I'm not blessed to see the past.”
I frowned, confused. “ Then why did you do it , give this key to me,”
That peaceful smile. “ Because I saw myself giving it to you.”
“ Then,” I asked with a gasp of breath, “ then the God Without a Name... want me to succeed?”
A frown formed between his two pale eyes, and the astrologer blinked miserably. “ No. Or rather, the God does not care about worldly things like the throne, and who occupies it. The prophecy he sent me was not the prophecy of his desire. It's just a glimpse of what might happen, but it's not always certain.
I gave the key to you because I saw myself doing it, but I can't say it was the will of the God.”
I swallowed the disappointment. “ Can you see what will happen? What am I supposed to do?”
The fortuneteller looked at me for a long time before finally saying, gently, “ As I look at you, the path of the future is winding. Too many intersections, too many opportunities. Too many choices. Not even the God can see it.”
It made me feel small and scared, more lonely than I'd ever felt before. Even the Nameless God, with all his infinite knowledge, could not see my way. That means I don't have a chance to see it.
Something warm touched my hand, coiled under my finger and grasped it tightly. In shock I lowered my head and saw Devan's hand clasping mine. He grinned at me, as if he were listening to my thoughts. No. gabe. I'm not gonna be alone.
“ May you be led by Dewa,” he said, and I feel it is a closing word.
It all happened so fast. I stood up, feeling silly as my skirt caught on my own leg and I fell down, touching the astrologer's knee while trying to support the body. My face was blushing, but when I glanced at the fortune teller in shame, I saw him looking at me fixedly. His body, which had previously been extremely limp, suddenly turned stiff, and his pupils had completely widened to the point that I could barely see the blue circles around him.
“ Are you—what's everything okay?” my many. As if my words had really struck him, the soothsayer gasped, then his body slumped a little, his head hanging. Then he lifted his head to look at me.
“ It seems not only the key I gave you,” said the astrologer, then fell silent, his eyes bowed.
“ What do you see?” my many.
“ I saw a triangle,” he finally said,
“ Is in the middle of a storm. One of its sides collapsed and fell, leaving the other two sides.”
A triangle. I frowned then gasped when I realized what he meant.
“ Is that all you see?” sue Devan.
The fortune teller nodded. “ I did not order a prophecy.” The woman said sadly. “ They rule me. I can't tell you what it means.”
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