A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 247

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She barely suppressed her anger at the discourteous Reaper, her voice measured as she pressed forward with another question.
“I don’t even believe in the Chief Deity.”
Wasn’t it only the faithful who believed in the Chief Deity who could obtain divine power?
Reaper Habel answered with an indifferent expression.
“Arena is also a deity.”
“What? Why?”
“Why, you ask?”
“Why are you suddenly changing the genre like this!”
“Genre?”
“This isn’t a constellation story!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Ugh, forget it!”
I can feel it coming—that sensation!
I can feel it: Arena is probably watching me panic like this right now and laughing her heart out!
As I tapped the table irritably with a petulant expression, Reaper Habel grimaced and picked up his coffee cup.
“Sigh.”
Throwing something like this at me without any warning and then vanishing was so perfectly her that I found myself at a loss for words.
“Arena is doing well, isn’t she?”
“Don’t worry.”
That’s good enough.
‘It’s a bit bewildering, though.’
Suddenly becoming the first devotee of a deity I don’t even believe in is absurd, but at least I’ve gained divine power, which is a good thing.
‘And it seems there are no particular side effects from this.’
That means I won’t have to suffer possession aftereffects while healing others anymore.
“By the way.”
“…?”
“Just because I’m the first devotee doesn’t mean I have to gather believers and all that, right?”
This is a bit ambiguous. Surely I’m not obligated to do missionary work?
“I don’t have to establish the Arena Church or anything like that…?”
At those words, Reaper Habel’s eyes filled with such exasperation and pity that I could scarcely believe it.
“Arena would hate that sort of thing.”
“True.”
I’d be lucky if she didn’t laugh mockingly at her own devotees. She’d probably find it amusing—wondering what they possibly believed in to follow her.
“When you see Arena later, tell her I’m grateful.”
“A mere Reaper rarely has occasion to meet a deity.”
“Just in case, though.”
“…Very well.”
Watching Reaper Habel nod reluctantly, Camilla let out a soft laugh.
Today, I found myself missing Arena’s hearty laughter more than ever.
* * *
Footstep.
“….”
After meeting Reaper Habel and returning home, I stepped down from the carriage and cast a sidelong glance toward the entrance wall.
Then I hurried past as though I’d seen nothing at all.
[Hey, can you see me? You just made eye contact with me. Don’t pretend you didn’t—stop for a moment, will you?]
Footstep, footstep.
[You’re not even listening…. Could you at least tell me if this is the Sorpel Household? I came looking for a child named Camilla, but—huh?]
Footstep, footstep, footstep.
[Pink hair and crimson eyes! You’re Camilla, aren’t you! Right?]
“Welcome home, Miss.”
“Yes, hello. Is anyone home at the moment?”
“No, Miss. The Duke and both young masters are away.”
[So you are Camilla?]
“Then keep everyone away from the Garden for about thirty minutes. I’d like to take a quiet walk.”
[Hey, you there? Who am I talking to right now?]
I immediately turned toward the Garden.
If there was any possibility of running into those three worriers, I would have spoken in my room instead, but otherwise….
‘Ugh, I should have asked our household ghosts to come greet me if I’d known this would happen!’
I had no intention whatsoever of bringing this uninvited guest into the mansion.
Even as I moved to a safe, deserted location, the intruder’s chatter never ceased.
After entering the Garden with the chattering spirit in tow, I threw out an irritated question.
“Who exactly are you?”
[Finally acknowledging me. You’re really something, you know!]
I made the fiercest expression I could muster, but the man didn’t bat an eye and made a fuss.
“How did you know my name?”
[I heard it through the grapevine. They say the daughter of this household can see the dead.]
Who in the world spread such a rumor!
‘Damn it.’
Am I the woman who’s just becoming famous in the spirit world?
‘Just let me find out who it is.’
I’ll really send them to the heavens!
Grinding my teeth inwardly, I finally examined my counterpart carefully.
The man, who appeared to be in his mid-twenties, had long golden hair that fell to his waist and such delicate, beautiful features that one might mistake him for a woman at first glance.
However, his gaze was extremely sharp and piercing, making him not the sort of person one could easily approach.
[I need to ask you for a fav-]
“No.”
[But I really need to ask you for a fav-]
“I don’t want to.”
[I rarely ask for favors like this-]
“Get lost.”
[….]
‘What? Why?’
Should I give you the middle finger? Ah, people from this world wouldn’t understand that gesture anyway.
In any case, he wore a sullen expression as he glared at me with eyes that said ‘disappear while I’m being polite.’
But Camilla found this situation genuinely, absolutely, utterly unwelcome.
Why did they act as though she was obligated to grant their requests whenever they asked?
She wasn’t some wish token that could be used at any time.
Whenever she helped resolve the grudges of spirits, she inevitably witnessed terrible things, and in the process, she frequently caused worry to those who cared for her.
There was no reason to help strangers while wounding those beside her.
‘I’m not sure what rumors they’ve heard.’
Just because I’ve been getting along with spirits lately, has word spread about it?
‘I mean, yes, I’ve been a bit of a pushover recently!’
But that doesn’t make me a complete doormat, does it?
Camilla glared at the Male Ghost with lethal intensity for a moment, then simply walked away from that spot.
She radiated an aura that promised consequences if he spoke to her again, refusing to even glance at the spirit.
[…sigh.]
The Male Ghost stood there in a daze until Camilla completely disappeared from sight, and only then did he let out a hollow laugh.
[She’s nothing like her at all.]
He shook his head slightly, as though exasperated.
* * *
[Listen.]
“Let’s go to the Cafe.”
[Just hear me out for a moment….]
“What was tonight’s dinner menu again?”
[Hey, listen to what I’m saying-]
“I’m going to the Trading Company today.”
[You, you…!]
“Ah, I’m exhausted. I should sleep early tonight.”
The spirit was more persistent than expected.
Though King, the Shinsu, had made such a fuss that the Male Ghost couldn’t enter the Duke’s Mansion, he stood firm at the Main Gate and tried desperately to speak with Camilla.
He seemed to know information about Reaper Habel, who frequently appeared at the Cafe and Trading Company, so he didn’t follow her there.
‘So he’s just camping out in front of the house.’
Naturally, Camilla was equally unyielding. She maintained absolute silence.
She gave no response whatsoever to his desperate pleas and angry cries.
About a week passed this way.
[Amy told me to come find you!]
“…Who?”
A name she couldn’t ignore escaped his lips.
[Amy.]
“….”
Why is he showing up here…?
Camilla’s eyes widened.
Amy, who had suffered watching her brother—twisted by obsession—and Professor JB commit their murders from the sidelines.
After everything was resolved, the female ghost student who had set out on a journey, determined to pursue her dreams even now, was certainly….
[My dream was to travel around different parts of the Continent someday.]
‘She said she was going to explore historical sites?’
When Camilla showed interest, the ghost began pouring out things she hadn’t even asked about.
Spouting stories only Amy herself could know, the ghost insisted on the truth of her words, and Camilla eventually threw up her hands in surrender.
“How on earth do you know that girl?”
[I happened to meet her.]
“Where?”
[At the Ifris Ancient Ruins.]
Ifris was a desert region at the western edge of the Continent. It was a place Amy would likely visit, so Camilla nodded several times.
And at the ghost’s next words, she bit her lip hard.
[She said she had a lingering regret she wanted to resolve, so I told her to come find you.]
…It was you?
‘Amy, you damned girl!’
Who told you to go spreading such useless rumors! What am I, some kind of ghost detective agency? Why are you advertising me!
“Sigh.”
Camilla let out a long breath. Her sharp gaze swept across the male ghost.
“Follow me.”
I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but I decided to hear him out first.
[Follow you? But your house….]
“King doesn’t bite just anyone.”
Guessing why the ghost hesitated to enter the house, Camilla spoke casually and moved forward.
‘What does he think of my King.’
[Kyukyuu!]
King, who had come to greet Camilla, came bounding over. Camilla immediately scooped him up and gently stroked his head.
[Krrr….]
Seeing the unfamiliar presence behind Camilla, King bared his white fangs.
“My guest.”
[Kyu?]
“Yes, so hush.”
[Kyuuu….]
At Camilla’s words, King’s fierce demeanor melted away, and he nestled into her arms, gently closing his eyes.

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