A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 283

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These were party products that she had officially patented just recently. By decorating a space like this, she could earn quite a substantial sum.
‘It’s all the rage these days.’
People sought out her services not only for birthday parties but also for important occasions like this.
Camilla couldn’t hide her sense of accomplishment knowing that all of it was her profit.
“Pleased with yourself? You should be. This business venture is thriving, after all.”
At that moment, someone approached with a rather sharp tone—none other than Duke Jebillen.
“Why do you always pick a fight with my daughter the moment you see her?”
Duke Sorpel stepped forward to block Duke Jebillen’s path, preventing him from drawing closer to Camilla’s side.
“What are you doing here?”
Duke Jebillen glared at Duke Sorpel, his displeasure still evident.
“Of course I came. Your two friends’ sons are graduating. Would you not attend when my daughter graduates?”
“Hmph, look at you.”
“Of course I had to come. It’s a family graduation ceremony.”
“…Family? Why is our daughter your family?”
“A daughter-in-law is naturally family….”
“Stop it, both of you! Don’t come near, either of you!”
As the three Dukes exchanged pleasantries in their own way, an announcement rang out signaling the start of the ceremony. Everyone then made their way to their designated seats in the hall.
‘There he is.’
As Camilla took her seat, she spotted Arsian.
He sat at the very end, clearly displeased with such formal occasions, his expression brimming with discontent.
Seeing him like that, Camilla shook her head slightly. Surely he wouldn’t cause trouble?
His face bore a fierce expression as if daring anyone to provoke him, but sensing her gaze, he turned his head toward her.
‘…What?’
Camilla’s eyes widened slightly as she gave him a gentle wave.
The cold, rigid expression on his face melted away like a lie the moment he saw her, becoming impossibly gentle.
Watching him, she felt something stir within her—a ticklish sensation spreading through her chest.
“We will now have remarks from the graduating class representative.”
The ceremony proceeded methodically, and the graduating class representative stepped forward.
The one with such a warm and impressive smile was none other than Petro.
‘He’s well-suited for class representative.’
He hadn’t lost the top rank once in three years, after all. Camilla thought it only natural that he was selected as the graduating class representative.
“That’s my son for you. Handsome like me.”
Duke Jebillen nodded repeatedly, clearly delighted as his son ascended the podium as class representative.
“Where did you get that delusion? He doesn’t resemble you one bit.”
“Are your eyes broken? Of course he resembles me—he’s my son. Don’t you remember how popular I was when I was young? I was just as impressive as my son is now.”
“I remember quite well.”
“Right? Back then, I was so popular that—”
“I remember every single one of those young ladies you chased after confessing to that man instead of you.”
“….”
“Save your false memories for elsewhere. We’re both living witnesses—where do you get off distorting the past?”
“Ugh.”
Duke Jebillen couldn’t bring himself to argue against Duke Sorpel’s words, so he could only hurl irritated glances at him.
Old memories surfaced unbidden, and his chest burned with resentment. That taciturn Duke Sefra—what was so great about him anyway! He could still vividly recall all those young ladies parading their confessions to him one after another.
Tap, tap.
As if to comfort him, Duke Sefra gently patted Duke Jebillen’s shoulder.
“Still, what a blessing it is. Your son is a hundred times more handsome than you were at his age.”
…A hundred times?
“…I think this every time, but you’re the worst.”
You brat! You’re the most infuriating of all!
What he hated even more was that the man wasn’t mocking him—he was genuinely trying to console him.
With the valedictorian’s address concluded and the headmaster’s congratulatory remarks delivered, the graduation ceremony drew to a close.
“Brother!”
The moment the ceremony ended, Rio dashed over to where Arsian stood.
“Brother, congratulations on your graduation.”
Rio’s face was slightly flushed as he gazed at Arsian, as if graduation itself seemed magnificent.
“I worked really hard on the flowers too…”
But when Rio saw others presenting flowers to the graduates, his expression quickly grew dejected.
He had spent days before today carefully cutting and folding paper to make flowers for Arsian.
However, this morning, he had accidentally spilled water and ruined all the paper flowers.
“So, here’s this instead.”
“…?”
Arsian looked puzzled as Rio suddenly cupped his own chin in both hands. What was he doing?
“Camilla told me that since I didn’t bring flowers, I should come do this.”
That I myself am the flower.
“…”
Arsian stared at Rio for a moment as the boy grinned with his hands cradling his chin like a flower’s calyx, then chuckled softly and gently ruffled the child’s hair.
“Goodness, where in this world could you find such a beautiful flower?”
Camilla, who had drawn near, poked Rio’s cheeks repeatedly with her fingers.
Ah, this really is addictive. So soft and squishy.
After poking Rio’s cheeks for a moment, Camilla handed the bouquet she was holding to Arsian.
“Congratulations on your graduation.”
Our Arsian, once called the Academy’s problem child and pretty trash, had safely made it through graduation.
“Thank you.”
As Arsian accepted the flowers from Camilla, a faint, genuinely joyful smile graced his lips.
“Wow… we give him flowers and he doesn’t even accept them.”
At that moment, voices of exasperation rang out.
“Not only did he refuse—he even frowned as if to say, ‘Why are you giving me this?'”
“He also told us that the person who brought the trash should dispose of it themselves.”
It was Elisha, Jewela, and Laila.
The three of them had tried to present congratulatory flowers to Arsian as well, thinking that aside from Petro, they were still club members with some degree of friendship.
Yet why were they staring at him with annoyed eyes, as if he were garbage they were forced to accept?
‘After all that!’
And Camilla had the audacity to accept flowers from them with a smile.
“Why drag something so heavy here? Just come alone.”
Regardless of what the three of them thought, Arsian ignored them entirely and spoke only to Camilla.
“What? You don’t want flowers from me?”
“You’re the most beautiful gift—why would I need flowers?”
“….”
“….”
“….”
The air suddenly turned awkward.
“…What the hell. He’s lost it.”
“Ugh. This is infuriating.”
“That gave me chills.”
“Did those words really just come out of that man’s mouth?”
“Ahhhhh! Brother! Do something about that guy! I can’t even look at him with my eyes open! Tell him to go back to being that crude bastard from before! That would be so much better!”
“I can’t handle him either.”
Watching the group recoil at Arsian’s words, Camilla burst into quiet laughter.
What? Our Arsian only speaks the truth. Why are they making such a fuss?
‘Huh?’
Then, as she casually turned her head, her eyes widened slightly. She had spotted a figure in one corner of the Graduation Ceremony Hall waving frantically at her.
‘That girl….’
When did she get here?
[Camilla! I’m here!]
The moment their eyes met, the figure flashed an even brighter smile and waved enthusiastically—it was the ghost Amy.
* * *
[Um….]
“What? Put your hand down.”
[Oh, no.]
Amy awkwardly smiled at Camilla’s sharp gaze and hastily raised the arm she had been about to lower.
Just moments earlier, after spotting Amy in the Graduation Ceremony Hall, Camilla had rushed over and struck her on the back of the head.
“Huh? Camilla?”
“What are you suddenly doing? Why?”
“It’s nothing. Just a very annoying pest.”
To the others’ eyes, it looked as though she were throwing a punch at empty air.
Only two people saw the truth—Arsian and Duke Sefra.
“….”
“….”
They both clearly saw Camilla strike the dead spirit. They were curious about what was happening, but since Camilla seemed intent on hiding it from the others, they asked no further questions.
[Why, why? What did I do to deserve that?]
“Be quiet and follow me.”
I’m grateful Arena held back her power—if she hadn’t, you would have been obliterated on the spot.
Camilla dragged the bewildered Amy away from the crowd to a secluded place.
And now, as she stood there with her hand raised, Camilla was deliberating how much further to punish her.
“You understand the weight of your crimes.”
[That is…]
“Because of you—do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused me?!”

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