A loud wind blew through a small country estate. A fortune teller had come from out of town.

At first, everyone avoided the fortune teller. It was because his face was as rugged as a killer. The fortune teller's muscular build was also one of the factors that scared people.

“He must have committed a crime somewhere and fled here. Stay away from him.”

That's what the rural people whispered to each other. As if he was used to such stares, the fortune teller didn't mind and pitched a tent in the corner of the village. He set up a table and chairs for his guests, and began his solicitation.

"Come, come, come, gather round! The gods have descended upon this body to tell you the future, and I'm a damned good fortune teller! If you want a reading, come quickly and get in line!"

The fortune teller shouted at the top of his lungs, attracting the attention of the residents. Initially reluctant, the locals gradually became curious and flocked to the fortune teller, but the crowd dispersed within a week.

“Son of a bitch, you said I'll die if I get married this year? Only a madman could say that!”

After the reading, one resident started cursing the fortune teller. Word spread quickly in the small town that he was a fraud, and the fortune teller stopped getting clients.

Ennid, who had lived in the village for six years, also heard the rumors about the fortune teller. Of course, he hadn't bothered to see the fortune teller because he'd heard that he was a fraud.

Still, it was the sight of the fortune teller crouching alone in front of the tent that stopped Ennid in his tracks. The sight of the muscular man crouched over was eye-catching in more ways than one. His muttered words of hunger made a strong impression.

‘I've never seen anyone look so pitiful.’

Ennid dug into his pockets. He found a few silver coins. It was enough money for the starving man to buy food.

“Mister, I'm going to have a reading.”

Ennid said, as he entered the tent. He wasn't really looking for a reading. He was going to listen to the fortune-telling and give the fortune-teller some money, which he hoped would help him buy food.

“Oh, you're here for a fortune-telling, aren't you? You...... have an unusual job!”

The fortune teller blurted out as soon as Ennid sat down in the chair. Ennid nodded in agreement.

“That's right, you're right.”

He was an alchemist by trade. A man who used mana to create and sell various potions. It was certainly an uncommon profession in the countryside.

“How did you know about my profession?”

"He knows. The gods tell me everything!"