Descendants of the General Sorcerer

Our family has always carried the bloodline of a clan skilled in the art of fortune-telling, capable of seeing through the impermanence of life and death.

My eldest sister can distinguish between good and evil in people, my second sister can predict others' lifespans, and I have the ability to see how people will die.

Only my youngest sister, who was adopted, has no talent at all. She spends all her time clinging to me.

After our father passed away, the Emperor arranged marriages for us.

In the royal court, during the selection of husbands, my eldest sister and second sister chose the Emperor’s uncle and the Crown Prince respectively, leaving only the Prime Minister and a General.

The youngest sister knelt before me, begging me to tell her who would have the best ending.

I pointed to the Prime Minister.

But she didn’t believe me and hastily chose the young General she liked—the one who actually had feelings for me.

She thought herself clever, assuming I was hiding the truth from her.

But what she didn’t know is that from the very first time I saw her, I already knew—she would die by my hand.