I waited for the potato-nose old woman to choke out her words.
However, even if I waited, the old woman said nothing.
A good deal of silence ensued.
“…..?”
‘What is it?’
Is that it?
‘Isn’t there anything you can tell me?’
It was not that I didn’t know that most of these things were made up in a plausible way according to the situation and atmosphere.
I knew it didn’t mean much, but it was cut off in my turn, so I felt sad that the line of the rides was cut right in front of me.
I waited a little longer and just turned around Bessie.
“We heard you well. Bessie, let’s get going …….”
“Wait.”
‘Huh?’
I stopped trying to get up and looked at the old woman again.
The old woman was facing me straight with her unshakable dark grey eyes.
I was going to ask why she was holding me up.
“It’s a funny fate. Is it a prank from heaven? I don’t know.”
“…….”
“There must be something you want, right? Then wait. As it goes, don’t do anything.”
“…….”
“Then the opportunity will come to find you.”
The old woman, who said so, pulled the rope that was close to the table.
Then the cloth at the entrance of the tent lifted up and the child who had been soliciting came inside.
“Give me as much as I want through the child. Child, the guests are leaving, guide them well.”
After I left the tent, I found out something.
Inside the tent was as quiet as if it was cut off from the outside.
When I came outside, the noise of the busy market street filled the area noisily as if it had been waiting.
“It’s a little different from what I imagined.”
Bessie began to talk about the fortune teller.
“I thought a fortune-teller would usually mumble a spell with something like a bead in the middle.”
“If we find more, some fortune tellers would do that.”
Sir Davery commented.
“Anyways, all the words she said, I could say it too.”
“But I had fun. It was a different experience. How about you, my lady ?”
Bessie seemed to like the story of the younger man more than she seemed.
I thought about it for a short time and gave my thoughts between the two.
“It wasn’t bad.”
I recalled the old woman’s last words.
‘She said wait…’
The old woman’s eyes were voluminous, and her voice was laid low in the tent, as if in the cold air.
Is that why?
It was like I had read about it before in an old book, although that was impossible.
YOU ARE READING
The Villain's Sister Suffers Today
Fanfiction[Liskook Adaptation] I was killed in a car accident while trying to avoid a stalker. Is this a reward for dying a miserable death? I was reborn as a character in a novel that had, not a golden spoon, but a diamond spoon. I thought I could live my li...
