A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 249

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“Do I just need to find it and hand it over to anyone?”
[Of course you should give it to someone who understands magic well.]
“So as long as they know magic, it doesn’t matter who?”
[That’s right.]
The answer came through with an almost resolute finality.
‘This is unexpected…’
I gazed at Jishua for a moment before speaking hesitantly.
“Is that truly all you wish for?”
[That’s all.]
My expression grew slightly peculiar.
‘Perhaps it’s because he was a mage.’
It seemed odd that his final wish was merely to have a grimoire found and delivered to others.
Normally, wouldn’t one leave final words for family or close loved ones? Since he died so suddenly, he wouldn’t have had the chance to leave a proper will.
Or typically, one would ask to have some long-harbored personal grudge resolved.
“Do you have no family?”
I quickly realized that Jishua had not been dead for very long.
That emerald ring adorning his hand.
‘That’s from Cavile Jewelers.’
Cavile Jewelers was one of the jewelers that had recently gained attention. I’d heard it was established just over thirty years ago this year.
In other words, no matter how long ago Jishua died, it couldn’t have been more than thirty years. That was certainly long enough for family to still be alive.
Of course, not all the dead necessarily long for their families, but still…
[Family?]
“Yes, if you died so unexpectedly, you wouldn’t have had the chance to say a proper goodbye to your family.”
[…I have no such thing as family.]
“Is that so?”
Jishua wore a bitter smile.
[I abandoned my wife and children to chase after magic. What right do I have to seek out family?]
“You’re right about that. You have no right.”
[Hey, don’t agree so readily!]
What was he saying? He was the one who brought it up first.
Bang!
“Hey!”
Just then, the door swung open and Ravi strode inside.
“Brother, do you not know how to knock? Knock?”
“Are you alone?”
Ravi quickly scanned the room, his brow furrowing slightly.
“Well, yes, I’m alone.”
“No, you’re not. I definitely heard voices.”
Apparently, hearing what sounded like a conversation, he’d wondered if perhaps Arsian had secretly visited again and burst through the door.
“Are your ears already failing you?”
Camilla shamelessly pretended not to hear, instead insisting that Ravi’s ears were playing tricks on him.
“You’re suspicious. You weren’t talking to the dead again, were you? I told you not to get friendly with those kinds of things!”
“I wasn’t. I was really alone. Your ears are just acting up.”
That fox Ravi… he had surprisingly keen instincts.
“So what did you want?”
Camilla hastily changed the subject.
“You mentioned it before. Mother’s belongings in the Storage Room—you said you wanted to look through them.”
“Oh, right.”
It was because of Duke Escra.
Before he left this place, he had asked her for something. If any traces of her late mother remained, could she give them to him?
‘Why so suddenly?’
‘I thought I should try to remember.’
‘Remember what?’
‘She was once my wife and your mother, after all.’
Objects that might help recover lost memories—a portrait, for instance.
“They’re doing a major reorganization of the Storage Room. If there’s anything you want to sort through yourself, you should do it beforehand.”
“Understood.”
“You… you really were alone, weren’t you?”
“I told you I was.”
Persistent fellow.
Only after Ravi finally relinquished his suspicious gaze did he swiftly exit the room.
Click.
[That one seems to be a mage too.]
The moment the door closed, Jishua’s voice reached her. He kept his gaze fixed on the spot where Ravi had been.
[Quite skilled, from the looks of it.]
“You can tell just by looking?”
[There’s a baseline level of magical power I can sense. He’d be a good fit.]
“For what? A dragon’s grimoire?”
[That’s right.]
“Hmm… well, I suppose so.”
Our Ravi’s really struck the jackpot with grimoires this year.
Chapter. The Dragon’s Grimoire
Rustle.
What time could it be? I’d dozed off while reviewing documents.
Whether it was a habit from when my body was smaller, I still found myself drifting off without warning whenever the hour grew late.
As I lay slumped over the desk in that light slumber, I felt the warmth of a blanket draping across my shoulders, and a faint smile crossed my lips.
“Arsian?”
Rubbing my eyes and lifting my head, I called out that name. At this hour, only he would silently appear and do something like this.
“Sorry, but it’s not Arsian.”
At the sound of that familiar voice tinged with amusement coming from nearby, I quickly sat up and hastily wiped away the lingering sleep from my eyes.
“Jainer?”
What are you doing here at this hour?
Camilla blinked for a moment before asking in a bewildered voice.
“When did you arrive?”
“Just now.”
Jainer gave a brief reply and regarded Camilla with a steady gaze.
“So that fellow comes by often at this hour, does he?”
“Who? Arsian?”
“Yes.”
He was pointedly referring to how she had called out his name just moments ago to wake him. Camilla felt an inexplicable embarrassment and scratched her cheek.
“He visits without warning sometimes.”
“Hmm.”
What had touched a nerve this time? Jainer’s lips curved upward in a crooked smile.
When this man made that expression, it was subtly unsettling…
He stood at the pinnacle of all the unhinged people I knew.
“But what brings you here at this hour?”
At Camilla’s question, he wiped away the playful expression he had been wearing and replaced it with a mask-like smile.
“I’ve come to report on the commission you placed with us.”
“A commission? Ah.”
Only then did Camilla recall the task she had entrusted to the Khan Branch when she visited not long ago.
The spirit Jishua who had come seeking her had asked her to find a grimoire left behind by a dragon, so she had placed a commission with Khan to handle it.
‘It wasn’t a distance I could travel myself.’
From the moment Jishua had told her about it, I had a feeling—that the location of the grimoire would be incredibly remote.
And that intuition proved correct.
“Aren’t you busy? You don’t need to come in person every time like this.”
“It’s fine.”
Camilla’s expression grew uncertain.
It wasn’t as though Khan lacked personnel, so I couldn’t understand why the director himself kept coming in person. You’re not someone with that much free time.
‘And he’s incredibly fast too.’
They had said it would take at least a month or more.
The reason given was that there were many backlogged commissions lately.
It seemed to be true—the people I had encountered when searching for Jainer’s whereabouts before were nowhere to be seen. Temporary staff were manning their posts in their stead.
The distance was considerable and the location was so remote that I never expected the commission to be completed this quickly.
“It’s my sister’s request, so I had to come personally no matter how busy I am.”
Jainer smiled brightly.
She wouldn’t know it, but the temporary staff member who had received Camilla’s commission that day became unemployed the moment their superior returned.
‘What? You reported Camilla’s commission last among all of them?’
‘Yes? Yes, I did. Is there a problem?’
‘Hey!’
‘Why are you angry…? Isn’t the principle to report and give instructions in the order they were received?’
‘Don’t you know what an exception is? An exception! Hey, didn’t you tell that guy who Camilla is? No matter how temporary, you couldn’t even identify an important client? Are you properly familiar with your key customer information?’
‘I… I was planning to memorize it today… But who exactly is that person?’
‘What good does it do for someone about to be fired to know!’
Though the original handler who had returned took priority in handling Camilla’s commission, a delay was still a delay.
The cool smile that had lingered at Jainer’s lips vanished the moment he turned his head toward Camilla, who was tapping her desk in displeasure.
“Could you stop calling me your younger sibling?”
“I call my younger sibling a younger sibling. What else would I call you?”
“…Do as you please.”
He’s definitely teasing me on purpose, isn’t he? For some reason, lately he seems to emphasize the word ‘younger sibling’ even more.
‘As if he’s making a vow to himself.’
What kind of logic is it that he needs to do such things just to be regarded as a younger sibling?
“If you hate it that much, I don’t have to treat you like my younger sibling.”
“Hate it? Who would refuse such a talented and beautiful younger sibling?”
You would.
‘Just smile or don’t.’
She knew all too well that particular smile Jainer wore when he lied, and Jainer knew she knew. It was like covering one’s eyes and playing peek-a-boo.
If he disliked being treated as her younger sibling so much, he should simply treat her like a stranger instead. Camilla shook her head lightly.
No matter how much time passed, I could never fathom what went on in that man’s head. I had no idea what he was thinking about all day.
“Here, the commission items.”
Jainer, who had been regarding her with an odd expression for a moment, changed the subject. He set down the things he had brought before Camilla.
“There’s quite a lot.”
I had only asked him to bring one grimoire, but what Jainer had laid out was far more varied than expected. What is all this?

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