A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 146

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Should I perhaps give others a heads-up as well?
Originally, I’d planned to only protect the Guardian’s Sword, but now that I think about it, I’m having second thoughts. What if countless people get injured in the meantime?
‘The house catches fire, after all.’
And if someone actually dies? Ugh! I hate feeling a sense of moral responsibility for something I didn’t even do!
‘I really should prepare ahead of time….’
“Camilla.”
“Yes?”
Lost in thought, Camilla quickly lifted her head at Petro’s call.
“Wouldn’t it be time to tell me now?”
“Tell you what….”
“The reason you’ve come to our home.”
“Didn’t I explain last time? About Elisha and….”
Camilla couldn’t finish her sentence. Petro had shaken his head lightly with a faint smile.
“It seems to be something difficult to discuss.”
His perception was always sharp. Camilla clicked her tongue softly.
“I’m only guessing at this point. I’ll tell you once I’m more certain.”
“I understand.”
Petro didn’t press further. Instead, he changed the subject as if wanting to continue the conversation.
“I noticed earlier that Elisha seemed to be in quite a good mood.”
“Really?”
“Perhaps she’s happy that you’ve come.”
That’s not it. The expensive jewel is simply worth its price.
‘I can’t tell if this man is perceptive or dull.’
Knock, knock.
“Petro.”
At that moment, the door opened again and the Attendant stepped inside.
“You have a visitor.”
“A visitor? Who?”
“The young master of House Sephira-”
Before the Attendant could finish, a figure emerged from behind the door. It was Arshian.
“Why are you here?”
“To play.”
“What?”
“I came to play.”
Petro’s face, which never lost its smile, contorted oddly. It was the expression of someone hearing the most absurd thing in the world.
“Play? With whom?”
“With you.”
“….”
“Which room should I use?”
“What are you talking about? A room?”
Surely you’re not suggesting you’ll sleep here right now?
“I’ll use the adjacent room.”
“That’s my room.”
Whoosh!
“…Did you come here to fight, not to visit?”
“Why are you using the room next to Camilla’s?”
“Sigh.”
Weren’t you just saying you’d use the adjacent room yourself? Petro stared at Arshian Sefra in disbelief as he seized him by the collar in an instant.
“I’m not using the room next to Camilla’s—that room was originally mine. And there are no more vacant rooms on this floor.”
“Then I suppose I have no choice but to share this room with Camilla—”
“Stop spouting nonsense and follow me. My bed is spacious.”
“Why would I share a room with you!”
“You said you came to spend time with me, didn’t you? Let’s make the most of it.”
“Are you letting go or not?”
“Come along while I’m asking nicely, will you? Before I escort you to the farthest room in this mansion.”
….
In the end, Arshian Sefra was dragged away by Petro’s hand and left the room.
[So he came too?]
“Indeed.”
Despite everything, the two of them had grown quite compatible recently. Perhaps it was because their personalities were polar opposites? They seemed to complement each other rather well.
[You seem pleased.]
“Pardon?”
[You’re smiling.]
“…Me?”
Camilla’s eyes widened slightly at Zeno’s remark.
“Well, it’s not entirely unwelcome.”
After a brief moment of surprise, Camilla shook her head lightly.
After all, Arshian Sefra’s abilities would be invaluable in an emergency. Of course his visit would be welcome, wouldn’t it?
Camilla brushed off the reaction she’d inadvertently revealed.
Chapter. Elisha’s Dream
“The weather is lovely.”
More than lovely—it was stifling.
The Duke’s Mansion was so sweltering that I stepped outside. I hoped a breeze might provide some relief.
But outside was hardly any different.
“Shade, shade!”
I hurried through the Garden, searching for a suitable place to rest.
“Really?”
“That’s what I’m telling you.”
“What happened after that?”
“That’s why I….”
As Camilla walked, a group of people came into view.
They were gathered in the shade of a tree, chattering away.
‘The bottom-tier clique of seven rotations.’
It was Elisha and her friends.
Camilla immediately turned away. There was nothing to gain from getting entangled with them.
“So? What happened to that person in the end?”
….
….
….
…Wait?
Camilla’s steps faltered. She sensed something odd about the atmosphere.
The moment Elisha spoke, those who had been laughing brightly just moments before fell silent in an instant.
Not a single person opened their mouth or responded to her.
‘What is this atmosphere?’
Looking back, Elisha was forcing a bright smile, while the others ignored her and sipped their tea.
Then, after a moment, three people resumed laughing and conversing as if nothing had happened. Excluding Elisha, of course.
“I ran into Adron a few days ago, you know?”
“Adron? You mean the young master of Count Ersha’s House? I’ve seen him a few times before too. Does he still love books?”
….
….
….
This time too, the moment Elisha spoke, all three simultaneously clamped their mouths shut. Anyone could see they were deliberately ignoring her.
Elisha seemed to have sensed this atmosphere long ago, but she pretended not to notice and tried desperately to fit in with them.
“Someone certainly has a lot of interest in men.”
“Pfft!”
“Why? Are you interested in him this time?”
“My goodness! Even so, isn’t a man over thirty a bit much?”
“Right. That’s too far.”
“She even stole a man her friend liked—what’s one more.”
Sarcastic remarks poured out in rapid succession. Finally, Elisha’s expression hardened and she bit her lip.
“I told you it was a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding?”
Lindres, who had been Elisha’s closest friend until recently, lifted the corners of her mouth in a bitter smile.
“You met him separately even though you knew I liked Oslin? That’s a misunderstanding? There were so many people who saw it?”
“It was a coincidence.”
“Not that again?”
“I really just happened to run into him at the Theater.”
“Then what about that?”
“That?”
“Oslin’s confession to you. Is that also a coincidence and a misunderstanding?”
“That’s…!”
Elisha felt genuinely wronged. She had simply gone to the Theater to watch a play she enjoyed, and happened to run into Oslin by pure chance.
Knowing that Oslin was a man her friend Lindres was interested in, she had intended to exchange only a light greeting before parting ways.
Though he had persistently pursued her about having tea together, she had politely declined and returned home.
But unfortunately, someone else had witnessed that encounter.
Rumors spread rapidly that Oslin and Elisha had watched a play together and made a fine pair.
‘Did you meet Oslin yesterday?’
‘Oslin? Yes.’
‘Yes? You’re serious?’
‘We just ran into each other and exchanged greetings-‘
‘How could you do this to me? You know I like him!’
‘What? No! We really just met by chance and said hello.’
‘Don’t lie to me!’
Elisha denied it, insisting it was the truth, but to no avail. To make matters worse, when Oslin himself confessed his feelings to Elisha, the misunderstanding deepened even further.
‘I thought accepting the invitation would clear up the misunderstanding….’
She had invited her friends over in an attempt to mend things between them. Fortunately, they all agreed to attend, which had made Elisha quite happy.
But now it was clear they had accepted the invitation with the deliberate plan to ignore her like this.
‘Those wretched girls!’
Elisha wanted to jump up from her seat and grab them by the hair, but she restrained herself.
After all, as the young lady of the Sorpel Household, she could not afford such undignified behavior. No matter how wronged she felt, she could never do anything that would give them ammunition against her.
“You’re still choosing to act like fools, I see.”
“…!”
But then a familiar voice reached her ears.
When those present turned their heads, they saw Camilla clicking her tongue repeatedly with an expression of utter disdain.
“W-why are you here….”
“Me? I came to have fun.”
“What?”
Lindres’s gaze shifted to Elisha. She hadn’t heard anything about this woman being here.
“But hey, 107th place, you.”
“Ugh!”
At Camilla’s casual reference to her by her ranking, Lindres’s face twisted in distress.
She wanted to protest that she was no longer 107th place, that she had ranked 77th on the last exam, but standing before Camilla—who had once again claimed the top position—her own circumstances only seemed more pathetic.
“I knew you lacked academic aptitude long ago, but I never expected you to be so hopelessly stupid that even basic daily life would be difficult for you.”
“What nonsense are you spouting!”
Pat.
“Who’s this girl’s older brother?”
Camilla placed her hand on Elisha’s shoulder.
“What….”
“I’m asking who this girl’s older brother is. Don’t you know?”
“Ha!”
Are you really asking because you don’t know? Lindres burst into laughter as if it were absurd.
“It’s Petro, of course.”
“Exactly. The face I’ve seen since birth—that’s Petro Jebillen.”
Not only Lindres but Elisha too failed to grasp what Camilla was trying to say.
At their bewildered expressions, Camilla clicked her tongue. Did she really have to spell this out?
“The friend he’s been spending time with lately is Arshian Sefra.”
If Arshian were here now, he’d protest at being called a friend, but he wasn’t, so what? Let’s just move on.
“And who is someone this girl has been seeing since childhood, whether she wanted to or not? Our Ludvil and Ravi.”
“What exactly are you trying to say—”
Poke.
“Her standards are too high.”
Camilla tapped Elisha’s shoulder lightly again.
“After growing up watching Petro, Arshian, Ludvil, and Ravi… who? Oslin?”
That muscular guy? Camilla had crossed paths with him a few times at the Academy, but honestly, she’d never spared him more than a second glance.
‘The person himself is just too loud.’
You could say he had that boisterous style where his words outpaced his actions.
Of course, appearance wasn’t everything, but his personality didn’t offer anything particularly special either.
‘Well, everyone has their own tastes.’
He might look impressive to Lindres’s eyes.
‘But here’s the thing.’
Elisha, who always picked her own older brother Petro as her ideal type, would absolutely never choose someone like that.
That girl who stuck by Elisha’s side every day couldn’t possibly not know that fact, right? Yet she’s still pulling this ridiculous stunt?
Looking at it clearly, she’s definitely throwing this tantrum because she’s upset that Oslin—the one she likes—confessed to Elisha.
No matter what, this isn’t right.

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