Epilogue

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The air in the fortune teller's tent was heavy with anticipation as Yona, Jungwon, Ni-ki, and their friends gathered around the table

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The air in the fortune teller's tent was heavy with anticipation as Yona, Jungwon, Ni-ki, and their friends gathered around the table. The fortune teller, a mysterious figure cloaked in layers of colorful fabric, peered into the swirling mists of her crystal ball, her voice low and enigmatic.

Her tent was a sight to behold, nestled among the towering trees in a secluded corner of the village. Its exterior was adorned with vibrant tapestries and intricately woven rugs, each one bearing symbols of ancient mysticism and arcane knowledge.

At the center of the tent sat the fortune teller, a figure shrouded in layers of flowing fabric and adorned with an assortment of glittering jewels and trinkets. Her face was partially concealed beneath the hood of her cloak, adding to the air of mystery that surrounded her. Yet, despite her enigmatic appearance, there was an undeniable sense of wisdom and authority in her presence.

"Ah, the young lovers, my King and Queen," she murmured, her eyes flitting between Jungwon and Yona. "You are fated to have three boys, each one a blessing bestowed upon your union. All three will be competent heirs to your throne."

Yona's heart skipped a beat at the revelation, her eyes widening in surprise. Three boys—it was more than she had ever imagined, yet somehow, it felt right. She was perfectly content with that.

As the group's curiosity lingered in the tent, Jungwon couldn't shake a nagging question from his mind. "Is there any possibility we could ever have a girl?" he asked.

The fortune teller, her gaze still fixed on the swirling mists of her crystal ball, let out a dismissive chuckle. "A girl?" she echoed, her tone dripping with skepticism. "No, no, my dear. The stars have spoken, and they have decreed that your fate lies in the hands of three boys. A girl is out of the picture for you both."

Jungwon's heart sank at her words, a sense of resignation settling over him. He had hoped for a different answer.

The fortune teller proceeds abruptly, "Alright, who's next?"

Ni-ki stepped forward. "Will there be any significant other in my life? Like, will I ever have someone?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Although it sounded pathetic, he had been wanting ask this. Of all his friends, he hadn't found his soulmate.

The fortune teller regarded him with a knowing gaze, her expression unreadable as she studied the swirling mists of her crystal ball. "Ah, young one," she began, her voice soft yet solemn. "Your path is a solitary one, destined to walk alone through the twists and turns of fate."

Ni-ki's heart sank at her words, a wave of desolation washing over him as he struggled to come to terms with the bleakness of his future. "But... but what about love?" he asked. "Is there really no one out there who's meant for me?"

The fortune teller shook her head, her eyes clouded with sorrow. "Love comes in many forms, my dear," she replied gently. "But for you, the path to romantic love may be a difficult one to tread."

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