…It’s not something to brag about, but
I’m not that smart.
That said, I’m not incredibly stupid either.
What I want to say is
I don’t have the ability to set up a neat plan and smoothly prevent the dangers approaching me, like characters from other novels who possess the power of possession.
So even if I know about the numerous calamities approaching in the future, I definitely won’t be able to stop them all on my own.
Look at me now.
I clearly planned not to intervene at all in the beginning.
That thoroughly resolved plan is nowhere to be found, and before I knew it, I find myself standing right in the middle of the original story.
I feel a bit unfair about it….
Anyway, it’s arrogant to think I can come up with a grand plan and repel the impending threats all by myself.
If I can manage to not make things worse, I’d consider that a win.
So I thought.
If I can’t stop it,
Maybe I should share my knowledge with someone who has the ability to stop it.
“Wait, wait, calm down.”
The chairman, holding his head with one hand as if he’s got a headache.
When I stopped talking, he let out a short sigh and looked at me.
“Are you seriously asking me to believe all of that?”
“….Um…”
…It wasn’t an unexpected response.
After all, if I suddenly came in and rattled off a list of things about the future, no one would believe me. Most people would just think I’m crazy.
This is exactly why protagonists from other possession stories keep the future hidden from those around them.
But my situation is a little different.
There was something to back up my words.
One was a letter sent to me by Athena.
Two years ago, I contacted Alina and got that letter.
Even though I didn’t want to interfere with the original story, I thought it might come in handy someday, so I kept it as insurance.
A tangible proof that the hero of the Empire vouches for me.
The chairman listening to my absurd words is definitely thanks to the letter Athena wrote.
But just a letter isn’t enough to truly persuade him.
It’s okay. It’s not like I don’t have a method.
A bit flimsy, but…
It’s kind of like the common amnesia trope found in possession stories.
Technically, it can be called my second cheat key.
I opened my eyes confidently and looked at the chairman as I said,
“I’m a prophet.”
“What?”
“Not entirely, but I can know about things happening in the future.”
Prophet.
Mysterious beings who look ahead and foresee the future.
However, due to the nature of prophets, it’s hard to determine the source of their ability.
That’s right. How can I prove an ability that simply foresees things with a third sense, rather than regression or time magic?
Most people just think of prophets as having been chosen by the gods.
If the predictions are accurate, they’re called prophets. If they’re wrong, they’re treated as crazy people. It’s such an uncertain job.
But I know everything happening in the future.
That means I know a lot of stories that lend credibility to my words.
“A prophet, huh… That’s hard to believe.”
The chairman crossed his arms and snorted.
“Most who claim to be prophets are delusional people spouting nonsense.”
“I know your true identity.”
“Um?”
With an eyebrow raised in curiosity, Darkhan smiled before saying.
“You’re saying some fun stuff, little miss. So, what’s my true identity?”
“You’re a fairy, right?”
“…..What?”
“Specifically, you’re the guardian fairy of the mountains. Ollyade.”
At my words, the atmosphere instantly turned icy.
The playful smile on the old man’s face twisted into a grimace.
“How… how did you know that?”
Under the pressure in the air, a droplet of sweat trickled down my neck, but I managed to keep my composure.
“I told you. I’m a prophet.”
“Are you really asking me to believe that?”
“If I weren’t, how would I know? The only one who knows your identity is the Great Sage.”
“…How do you know that?”
After a moment of quietly contemplating me, the chairman sighed deeply and stood up.
He then closed his eyes, murmured in a small voice,
And with a boom, the old man’s body fell to the floor, and a tiny, palm-sized thing appeared in front of me.
A small girl, flapping her wings and scattering glimmering light.
With emerald green hair and eyes, she exuded a mysterious aura.
That girl was none other than Chairman Darkhan’s true form.
Though she looked cute, I knew how incredibly powerful a force lay within that small, lovely fairy.
Darkhan glanced at me for a moment, clicked her tongue, and flew closer to my face.
“You. What the heck are you?”
I smiled at her and replied,
“I told you, right? I’m a prophet.”
Then Darkhan momentarily grabbed her head and began mumbling to herself.
“Could it really be a prophet…? But then, how about knowing my true identity… And considering Athena is vouching for you… Hmm…”
I cupped my hands below Darkhan, creating a small platform for her to stand on.
After a bit of silent contemplation, Darkhan stopped flapping her wings and gently landed on my hands.
With twinkling eyes, she looked at me and spoke in a serious tone.
“Chairman, what’s important right now is that the academy students could be in danger.”
“…..”
“Please trust my words.”
I know.
I’m being reckless right now.
In a normal situation, I would have been treated like a mad person and kicked out of here.
But I know Darkhan well.
The chairman who loves the academy dearly.
And even the students living in that academy.
A warm fairy who treasures them as much as her own life.
After all, she immediately lowered her prideful head when a student got hurt and admitted it was her fault.
She may seem carefree, but deep down, she’s probably feeling a heavy sense of guilt over the academy being attacked.
In the original story, no one got hurt. But this time, the damage was significant.
So, I made a gamble.
I knew her kind heart towards the students from the story.
I didn’t think she’d let my words just slip in one ear and out the other, so I decided to let her know, even if it was risky.
Not Athena, not Mari, not Robin, but her.
Because she would be the one to act the most cautiously regarding the academy.
So for a while, silence filled the room.
As time passed, Darkhan looked up at me with a serious expression.
“…..From the beginning to the end, tell me again.”
*
The weather is nice.
The bright sunshine sneaked through the window, warmly enveloping the classroom.
But unfortunately…
The bright, shining sunlight couldn’t warm my heart.
“Iris… Are you okay?”
Ariel looked at me with a worried face.
I tried my best to force a smile as I replied.
“Yes. I’m fine, Ariel.”
“….”
No, actually.
I’m not fine.
This unending pain, tormenting me from within my heart, is making me go crazy.
I haven’t been able to sleep a single breath.
Even now, the pain in my heart shows no signs of ending.
It’s so hard.
How long do I have to keep suffering like this?
If this is what love feels like,
If it hurts this much,
I never want to love again.
I can hear someone chastising me as to why I am suffering so much over a stranger I just met.
But I’ve really endured long alone.
In a world where everyone is sharing love, I stand out as an outsider.
If this feeling of mine is revealed, I know I will be scolded by everyone and turned away. So, I’ve been suppressing my feelings since I was born until now.
And then I met her.
I thought she was my fated partner.
I love Lily too, but.. my heart truly raced when I was with her.
When she first accepted my feelings,
It felt like I was floating in the sky.
I thought the Goddess pitied the me who had been holding back for so long, and bestowed a gift upon me.
I was so filled with happiness that I couldn’t hide my laughter.
But that was equal to the immense sadness I felt when I learned the truth.
I looked at my face in a hand mirror.
My eyes, bloodshot from crying all night.
My gaze, heavy from sleepless nights.
And my face, pale from not eating.
Ariel is probably looking at my state right now with worry.
“….”
…Goddess.
I’m struggling so much.
My heart is aching so badly.
I want to stop suffering.
Please help me.
And so, I spent time suffering.
After class ended, I was on my way back to the dormitory.
“Ugh!”
My weakened legs gave way, and I fell to the ground with a thud.
My knees scraped and red blood trickled down.
I winced at the sharp pain.
“….Huh?”
Yet, while blood flowed out…
I couldn’t help but be surprised.
Just for a moment,
My heart didn’t hurt.
I cautiously looked at my scraped knee.
A blessing from the goddess, my knee was already healed, with no trace of injury.
“….”
But then my heart started to ache again.
Unable to contain my curiosity,
I swallowed hard,
And again, I forcefully pressed my knee down onto the hard floor.
“Ahh..!”
My healed knee broke open again, and bright red blood flowed out.
Typically, I would’ve been in agony over such pain, but I couldn’t help but smile.
…..Oh.
It’s really true.
My heart doesn’t hurt.
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