A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 246

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‘Regardless of that…’
That wasn’t the real issue at hand.
The pressing problem occupying Camilla’s mind lay elsewhere entirely.
That radiant light which had healed the children’s wounds.
The light that had flowed from her own hands in the moment she lamented Arena’s absence!
“What on earth is happening?”
Camilla stared intently at her own two hands.
Nothing appeared different from before. She felt nothing extraordinary either…
‘Yet that sensation…’
It was unmistakably divine power.
The same force she had wielded when reviving those two children who had turned to stone. It was identical.
‘What could it be?’
Arena hadn’t even possessed her body, so she couldn’t fathom why such power had manifested.
After pondering for some time, Camilla let out a soft exclamation.
“Could it be…?”
[Whenever you need me, call upon me. I will lend you my strength.]
Suddenly, Arena’s parting words echoed in her memory. Could that assistance she mentioned have referred to this?
“Dorman.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Have Reaper Habel come see me.”
“Reaper Habel?”
“Yes, as quickly as possible.”
“Understood.”
Perhaps Reaper Habel, who knew Arena’s current circumstances, could provide answers…
“Sigh.”
Arena, what have you done to me?
* * *
“Sister…”
“Daive…”
“We’ll be able to see each other again, won’t we?”
“Of course.”
“Sniff.”
Camilla held the tearful Daive tightly in her embrace.
But as the child’s sobs grew louder, Camilla’s own eyes began to glisten with tears.
“Anyone watching would think we’re parting forever!”
Unable to bear the sight of the two, Ravi simply lifted Daive away from Camilla.
“You keep saying you’ll see each other, and now you’ve been doing farewell greetings all day! At this rate, we’ll be here until dawn!”
“I can’t help it. I’ll miss you so much.”
“You didn’t even say goodbye to me when I went on that long business trip before!”
“A business trip and Daive returning to the Gracia Empire are completely different things.”
You have to make a comparison to see what’s different.
“What’s the difference! You’re both going far away anyway!”
“Why are you picking a fight for no reason!”
It was time for Daive and Duke Escra to leave.
Daive’s vacation was coming to an end soon, and Duke Escra said he couldn’t afford to be away from his duties any longer.
“Daughter.”
“…Yes?”
At Camilla’s sullen tone, Duke Escra let out a silent laugh.
I was delighted to see that Camilla no longer showed any particular resistance to being called daughter. Though she herself didn’t seem to notice such a change in herself.
“We’ll be able to see each other again soon, won’t we?”
“Do we have to?”
“That’s too much. Your reaction is completely different from what you just showed Daive.”
Camilla regarded Duke Escra, who couldn’t hide his disappointed expression, with a look of pity.
Why do all these people keep comparing themselves to Daive? If they feel so wronged, why don’t they go back to being children themselves?
‘I’ve been there myself, so I know very well—it feels absolutely terrible.’
I wouldn’t really recommend it.
“…I’ll come visit Gracia soon.”
As Camilla spoke with a slightly awkward expression, a satisfied smile bloomed on Duke Escra’s face.
“Good.”
Duke Escra gently patted her head, then wrapped his arm around Daive’s shoulders, whose eyes were still glistening with tears.
“Let’s see each other again soon.”
Seeing that Duke Sorpel and everyone around them were making expressions that said “just go already,” Duke Escra clicked his tongue lightly.
What a consistent bunch they were. So why did this strange impulse to visit even more often keep growing?
As he made no effort to hide his intentions and flashed a thoroughly mischievous smile, a grinding sound came from the other side.
Unable to bear watching Duke Escra continue his subtle provocations while Duke Sorpel seethed with anger but couldn’t explode in front of his children, Ravi sighed and stepped in to mediate the situation.
“Won’t you leave?”
“Want to come with me?”
“You crazy bastard…! Get out of here right now!”
Duke Sorpel finally exploded and threw a tantrum, but Duke Escra brushed it off without concern.
He looked at Duke Sorpel with a crimson face, Ravi with a bewildered expression, and finally at Camilla, whose eyes had widened at the sudden loud noise, then shattered the teleportation magic stone he was holding.
The two figures were engulfed in brilliant light and vanished from sight in an instant. They had clearly gone straight to the border region where magical teleportation was permitted.
“….”
Camilla stared silently at the spot where the two had been standing just moments before.
‘Again, again….’
When they were here, they were always nitpicky and didn’t treat me well, but now that they were gone, an inexplicable sense of loss washed over me.
‘This is a sickness too, a real sickness.’
And then came the belated regret.
I should have treated them better. I should have been warmer to them.
A soft touch.
Someone gently wrapped their arms around Camilla’s shoulders. When she turned her head, Duke Sorpel was looking at her silently.
“Next time, let’s go see Arsian and Daive together.”
“…Yes.”
As if understanding all of her disappointment, Camilla finally wore a faint smile at Duke Sorpel’s soothing words.
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“I heard you found me.”
“Yeah.”
After receiving word from Dorman, Reaper Habel came to the Cafe to meet Camilla without the slightest delay and got straight to the point.
“What’s this about?”
“Have some tea first.”
Camilla brought him a cup of coffee filled with ice. Even on a cold day like this, he drank nothing but iced beverages.
“Is it good?”
“Tell me what you called me here for.”
When the coffee had nearly disappeared, Camilla broached the reason she’d summoned him.
“How is Arena? Is she doing well?”
“….”
Habel stared at Camilla in silence for a moment.
“Why?”
The look of inexplicable pity in Habel’s eyes made Camilla feel as though she’d asked a pointless question.
“She is no longer someone you can consider close to you. Stop taking interest.”
“So she’s doing fine?”
“She has become a deity. Wouldn’t it be strange if she weren’t doing well?”
“Just because someone becomes a god doesn’t mean everything is good.”
She might very well be struggling instead.
“Is that why you called me here?”
“That’s part of it. I experienced something strange recently.”
“You’re always experiencing strange things, aren’t you?”
“….”
…Excuse me? Could you not say that with such a sincere expression?
The fact that I can’t refute that at all is even more infuriating. Ugh, how annoying!
“Anyway, I experienced something strange recently.”
“What kind of thing?”
Habel reluctantly asked as if curious.
“It was….”
“Ouch!”
Just then, a small cry of pain came from the counter area.
Turning quickly, one of the staff members appeared to have burned their hand while preparing hot tea and was complaining of pain.
“Yeni, are you okay?”
“Cool your hand first!”
“W-what do I do? My hand is really red!”
The other staff members quickly attended to her upon seeing her reddened hand.
Camilla, quickly grasping the situation, rushed over to the employee. She brought her hand above the burn wound.
A sharp cry pierced the air!
Brilliant light flowed forth, instantly enveloping the employee’s injured hand. When the radiance faded moments later, not a single trace of the burn remained.
“Boss!”
“Is… is that the divine power we’ve only heard rumors about?”
“Wow!”
The surrounding staff erupted in astonished cheers, their faces alight with wonder.
I’d heard rumors that Camilla possessed divine power, but witnessing it firsthand was entirely different.
So our boss really is the kind of talent the Temple desperately covets!
“It’s nothing special.”
Camilla turned away from the excited staff and returned to Habel.
“Apparently this happened before too. Arena isn’t even inside my body, yet I can use divine power.”
“…”
He took a long sip of his coffee.
“Are you even listening to me? I can use divine power!”
“My ears work fine.”
Another deliberate sip.
“…What?”
Camilla’s eyes narrowed slowly.
“You already knew about this?”
It struck me as odd that Habel showed no particular reaction despite witnessing such an astounding phenomenon firsthand.
Watching him simply continue gulping down the coffee before him, I became certain.
This bastard knows something!
“It’s nothing remarkable.”
“Nothing remarkable?”
“You’ve simply become Arena’s first saint.”
“First saint?”
What in the world was that? As confusion crossed my face, Habel added his explanation.
“Exactly as it sounds. Because you’ve received Arena’s blessing, you can now wield her power.”
Camilla’s mind grew even more tangled at these words.
So what he’s saying is that I’ve actually become a saint capable of wielding divine power…
‘Am I in my right mind?’
A saint without faith.
It was just as absurd as calling Ravi mature, Ludvil faithful, or Arsian reformed.

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