A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 126

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Daive, who had initially been flustered and at a loss, quickly selected only the carrots and placed them on Duke Escra’s plate the moment Camilla nodded.
Only then did the child begin eating with a brightened expression, savoring each bite.
[Thank you.]
Sharua, watching the child’s transformation, offered her gratitude to me. Her own face had grown considerably more at ease.
Ever since Sharua had entered my body that day and made direct contact with the child, the sleepwalking symptoms had mysteriously vanished entirely.
So what the child had truly been seeking was a mother?
Of course, there were multiple complex reasons for the symptoms to disappear. The residence had changed, and Sevine, who had been pressuring the child, was gone.
But more than anything, I suspected that meeting with Sharua that day—the way she held the child and embraced them warmly—was the greatest catalyst for this transformation.
‘Though I did have to suffer through several days of it.’
I hadn’t escaped the aftereffects of possession this time either. The chilling sensation lingered stubbornly in my body, forcing me to lie motionless in bed for days.
“Sister, does it not hurt anymore?”
“No.”
“That’s a relief.”
Being ill alone in a foreign land was perhaps the most sorrowful thing imaginable. Yet amusingly, it was young Daive who had soothed that loneliness.
This very child who had worn a path in the threshold while I was shut away in my room.
[Chirp!]
Yes, King had also kept watch beside me the entire time.
With the two little ones playing together, there was no room for loneliness. On the other hand….
“What is it? That look in your eyes?”
“What do you mean?”
“You just glared at me.”
“My eyes are naturally a bit fierce.”
That man hadn’t visited me even once while I lay ill.
‘Not that I was waiting for him anyway.’
After shooting him one final glare, I set down my fork and rose from my seat.
“I’ll excuse myself first.”
“Oh, me too! I’ve finished eating as well.”
Daive then hurriedly followed me out of the Dining Hall.
With the two of us gone, only Duke Escra and Count Alton remained at the table.
“What’s wrong with you now?”
Duke Escra, who had been hacking away at the carrots on his plate with his knife—the ones Daive had served him—furrowed his brow slightly once more.
Count Alton was looking at him with an expression of utter exasperation.
“That’s exactly what I said. Rather than constantly pestering the Healer to send updates, you should have gone to see her yourself.”
When news came that Camilla had fallen ill, it was none other than Duke Escra who had been most concerned.
Though he had outwardly remained cold and indifferent, he was the one who had kept reading the same page of documents over and over until the next update came from the Healer.
‘And yet this man puts on airs only in front of Miss Camilla….’
It was truly exasperating to watch from the sidelines.
“She dislikes it.”
“Pardon?”
“She finds it inconvenient when I visit.”
With those words, Duke Escra rose from his seat as well.
“Tell the head chef that if I see carrots on the table again, there will be hell to pay.”
Having left behind that parting jab, he departed the Dining Hall.
Count Alton exhaled a short sigh and lowered his head slightly.
* * *
“Ugh!”
With a brief cry, a man crumpled to the ground.
Wiping the blood from his blade with an indifferent gaze fixed upon the fallen figure was none other than Arsian.
Around him lay scattered bodies groaning in pain—all of them clearly incapacitated for some time to come.
He currently stood within one of the Khan Branch facilities.
Though the mastermind had already been identified, he showed no sign of stopping his destruction of the branch. In truth, the mastermind’s identity was irrelevant.
Camilla—whoever dared lay a hand on her would not escape his wrath. Not a single one.
His gaze swept across the surroundings before settling, without emotion, upon a single point.
Staring into the deep shadows pooling there, an irritated curse escaped his lips.
“Come out while I’m still asking nicely.”
Before the words had even finished, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
The man wearing a black mask that concealed half his face clicked his tongue repeatedly as he surveyed the fallen bodies, as if lamenting their state.
“This is truly something that never happened in the past….”
After a brief sigh, he directed his words toward Arsian.
“I even sent the mastermind directly to their death, yet it seems to have made little difference.”
“Are you connected to Khan as well?”
“What if I am?”
A faint smile played at the man’s lips. Arsian, meanwhile, showed no change in expression as he raised the blade he had allowed to hang at his side.
“Then there’s nothing more to discuss.”
“Just as the rumors say—utterly devoid of mercy toward others. Allow me to ask one thing.”
As Arsian seemed ready to strike, the man quickly retreated several steps and continued speaking in haste.
“The Sorpel Family has ceased their actions, yet you continue yours without hesitation. Why?”
“I don’t have the habit of prolonging conversations with the soon-to-be-dead.”
“Is it because of her?”
The moment Camilla was mentioned, Arsian’s aura sharpened instantly. The man’s smile, conversely, deepened.
“If you stop here, I will offer you information.”
“I told you—I have no interest in lengthy conversations.”
“But it concerns her?”
….
His unwavering resolve faltered for but a moment. Yet in that instant, his furrowed brow and intensifying aura turned ferocious.
“Don’t you dare speak of her so carelessly.”
He had no intention of hearing anything about her from another’s lips. If there was something he needed to know, he would hear it directly from her.
“You’re impossible to reason with.”
With a click of his tongue, the man produced something from his garment and hurled it toward Arsian—a short dagger.
Arsian sidestepped the blade with a subtle shift of his body and exhaled a short sigh.
A piercing scream tore through the air!
Seizing that moment, the man detonated a teleportation stone and fled from the spot.
“What the—that bastard.”
I started to pursue the traces of mana, but stopped myself. Dawn was breaking. Watching the first light creep across the sky, my mind grew restless.
“I need to get back.”
Rio would be waking soon, and it was time for the child’s meal.
After deciding to live with Rio, I made a promise with Camilla—that wretched woman.
I swore never to let Rio eat alone. And I hadn’t broken that vow once since.
A resonant hum echoed through the darkness!
I cast a swift teleportation spell and vanished from sight in an instant.
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“King! Fetch it!”
Daive hurled the small ball in his hand with all his might.
As the ball soared toward one corner of the Garden, King turned his head slowly to regard Camilla. His eyes posed a silent question: did he really have to do this?
A nod.
The moment Camilla nodded, King’s expression shifted to one of mild irritation before he bolted after the ball.
In a flash, he retrieved it and dropped it at the child’s feet with a soft thud.
“Good boy!”
Watching Daive treat King like a common dog, I couldn’t help but smile faintly.
Yet King, aware of how much I cared for Daive, played along with the child quite well despite his obvious reluctance.
“Again! Throw it again!”
But even his patience had its limits, it seemed.
[A low growl.]
As the child hurled the ball once more with all his strength, King flopped onto the ground and turned his head away sharply. He was done.
“Huh? You don’t want to?”
Daive understood King’s meaning immediately.
“Okay, sorry! I’ll get it! Just wait a moment!”
…Something tells me Daive is being trained by King, not the other way around. But surely I’m imagining things.
“Ah, ah… ah!”
The child, rushing forward hastily, caught his foot on something and tumbled across the ground.
“Daive!”
[A sharp bark.]
Both Camilla and King rushed toward the child at once.
But a hand reached him first, lifting him to his feet.
A man knelt on one knee, gently brushing the dirt from the child’s soiled clothes.
Daive’s eyes widened in recognition instantly.
“Big brother!”
“How have you been?”
“When did you arrive?”
“Just now.”
Brother? Then that person is….
From their conversation, Camilla immediately grasped the man’s identity.
Jainer Ersha. The eldest son of Duke Escra had finally returned.
The man who had been gently stroking the child’s head slowly turned toward her.
‘He’s an idol.’
He was the type of face that would have any Entertainment Agency immediately shoving a contract at him.
Dancing? Singing? Acting? None of it was necessary. Simply placing him on stage seemed like it would guarantee half the success already.
Arsian was tall, but this man stood a full head taller.
His dark blue-black hair and gentle smile elevated his beauty to an entirely different level.
Duke Escra was certainly a remarkable figure, and this man had inherited that blood exceptionally well. And those black eyes…!
‘Wait.’
Black eyes?
The color of the man’s eyes fixed upon her was… black.
‘Why?’
Why weren’t they red? Wasn’t it said that all members of House Escra had red eyes? Duke Escra certainly had them.
“I’m envious.”
He stepped closer to her.
“Red eyes.”
The smile at his lips deepened.
“Good to see you, sister.”
At those words, Camilla’s mind grew even more confused.

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