Chapter 7: 7

To calm my beating heart, I wandered around the library a little more meaninglessly and then returned to my room.

 

On the desk, in addition to books about the imperial banquet, there were countless books related to ‘saintess’ and ‘oracles’.

 

And…

 

Still, in one corner of my field of vision, the ‘chat window’ didn’t disappear.

 

Miraculously, I couldn’t see it unless I was conscious of it, but the moment I became conscious, the clarity became clear.

 

‘Because the oracle is the unique ability of a saintess… ’

 

Looking at the typed letters written on the book in front of me, I furrowed my eyebrows.

 

So, it seems that this chat window is now an ‘oracle’.

 

Even though the appearance of the oracle looks like an endless game window, I’m not a saintess!

 

If only the ‘beginning’ tune had been repeated without the phrase that the Gods had entered, I wouldn’t have guessed that this game window that appeared in front of me was an oracle.

 

Besides, what does level 1 and garden mean, and the Gods who were cut at the entrance were getting angry or inflating their cheeks?

 

“Don’t tell me?” I shook my head at the thought that came to mind.

 

“Of course it’s not because the Gods are playing around with nothing to do, but they don’t rush in because they’re curious about me who came to this world. It’s not even the opening day of the club.”

 

At that moment, the blue light of the chat window became darker.

 

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, is curious about the ‘club’.]

 

[The God of Love, Odyssey’s eyes are sparkling.]

 

[The God of Art, Mond, is drawing a portrait of you.]

 

I touched my forehead at the message that was far from being read.

 

‘So, you mean the Gods really are watching me?’

 

Judging from the books I’ve read so far, it seems that the oracle is the Saintess’ unique ability, and that the oracle can be received only when the frequency of a very special divine power is right.

 

But now my oracle didn’t disappear, it was blinking and renewing the conversation.

 

It seemed that they looked very excited, like subscribers who entered a new internet broadcasting channel.

 

“Can’t I turn this off?” I muttered as I looked at the chat window in a confused mind. Then a sparkling window appeared.

 

[Do you want to temporarily disable the <Oracle> feature?

 

 (Yes/No)]

 

Oh, it looks like it could be turned off.

 

But the chat window was a chaotic crucible of riots.

 

[The God of Art, Mond, threatens you with your portrait.]

 

[The God of Love, Odyssey, is running rampant.]

 

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, looks at you with sad eyes.]

 

I was about to click ‘Yes’, but I put my hand down for a moment and looked at the chat window. Then it became a little quiet.

 

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, reveals his trust in you.]

 

‘So this is like… ’

 

It was like the internet was connected after years and they were like people with blood rising up to their necks.

 

‘Or those who got a hold on a walkie-talkie on a deserted island and hang on to it.’

 

The blazing eyes seemed to be felt somewhere, and somehow it was a strange feeling.

 

In the end, after thinking about it, I played with the ‘No’ button of disabling the oracle function.

 

“But the oracle…”

 

Looking at the blue chat window, I spoke to myself.

 

“What are they asking me to do with this?”

 

After all, I wasn’t a saintess.

 

It didn’t change anything other than getting the feeling that subscribers were watching my actions one by one. If they gave me about 100,000 franc of money as a sponsorship feature, I could sing a cool song.

 

After a while, a new phrase appeared in the chat window.

 

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, uses ‘Sensitivity’ on you.]

 

Then, at that moment, letters from hundreds of books began to enter my mind. It had [The Imperial Banquet Recipes] and [A Collection of Congratulatory Messages for the Imperial Banquet] that I hadn’t read yet.

 

However, the flow of knowledge that had been smoothly injected without pain was blocked and a message emerged.

 

[The oracle’s level is low, so it cannot accept ‘Sensitivity’.]

 

Suddenly, I felt like the knowledge that had entered my head was draining away again.

 

“…”

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Hm. Somehow my self-esteem got hurt.

 

‘It sounds like you’re saying it’s unacceptable because my level of knowledge is low.’

 

Still, I knew what the oracle could give me.

 

After a while, a message in the chat window came to mind again.

 

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, ‘blesses’ you.]

 

And at that moment, I felt that my complicated head was somehow clear. When I look at the covers of stacked books, I feel like the letters are stuck in my head.

 

In this state, even the confidence that you can pass any modern study is soaring.

 

I looked outside and it was getting dark.

 

I opened the book to write a congratulatory speech. The chat window that was shining brightly turned transparent and disappeared when I wasn’t conscious of it.

 

I started moving my hands.

 

Scratch. Scratch.

 

The sound of a pen screeching through the paper began to be heard.

 

I was still embarrassed by the sudden opening of the oracle function, but this… I thought it was a surprisingly good feature.

 

***

 

The next morning.

 

I came back after taking a bath and was stretching at the moment I heard a knock. When I told whoever that was to come in, the door opened, and Reihausd appeared. He was still so pretty that I wondered why he was so handsome since early morning.

 

[The God of Art, Mond, can’t take his eyes off Reihausd.]

 

The bright gold eyes smiled brightly.

 

“Did you sleep well last night, Ariel?”

 

I smiled softly and nodded my head.

 

“Yes. May the High Priest be blessed by the Nine Gods.”

 

He answered me with a smile and came to me.

 

Then he turned and glanced at my desk full of books.

 

“You seem to have studied a lot since I left yesterday.”

 

I nodded quietly.

 

I did read a lot of books. I have learned something from a few experiences yesterday. If I receive Hessed’s ‘blessing’, I will have special powers for about three hours. The ability to understand and acquire was greatly increased, and it seemed to return to its original state after a certain amount of time.

 

‘It wouldn’t be difficult to get a perfect score on the SAT at this rate.’

 

I thought to myself and continued.

 

“Because the Saintess’ congratulatory speech should also contain dignity and honor for the temple.”

 

If a saintess who is no different from the head of the religious world recited the congratulatory remarks she wrote yesterday, people would laugh at the temple in their hearts.

 

Anyway, even while I was a fake saintess, I decided to do my best with the utmost sincerity.

 

My relationship with the male protagonists is also maintained to the extent that they’d think ‘you’re a good person’ in moderation, neither more nor less.

 

‘It’s all a survival strategy.’

 

And although it was sudden, I decided to accept the ‘oracle’ first in order to accumulate knowledge and deal with the situation here.

 

“…”

 

Meanwhile, at my words, Reihausd closed his mouth for a moment and stared at me. His eyes were mysterious, so I missed it for a while. Mine was too far away from Ariel’s character.

 

“I think I’ve been acting too immature until now.”

 

So, I decided to attribute the reason for this change to ‘reflection’.

 

“I don’t know how many years it will be until the real saintess will be found, but I’ll try to become a saint who doesn’t bother you.” I said to him with positive and calm eyes.

 

At that moment, I felt Reihausd’s golden eyes darken a little.

 

“Well, Ariel… ” He whispered my name and looked at me. “I told you. This is your home now.”

 

I tried to smile faintly at his words, which somehow made my spine shiver.

 

Like Annie, who was killed after knowing the secret of a ‘fake saintess’, does that mean that he won’t let go of my life?

 

The original Ariel had no idea, but it wasn’t easy to ignore this shiny dead flag.

 

A moment of silence passed between the two of us, and he reached out his hand.

 

  

“So don’t say things like that.”

 

He opened his mouth as he looked at my slightly trembling eyes. The faint smile on his lips was somehow vague.

 

“Now, shall we review the newly written congratulatory speech?”

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