A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 285

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“That’s all I need to know.”
Where’s the lie in that? Do you think I’m a fool? I’ve already confirmed everything. I know you haven’t been showing up at the Cafe much—I’m asking because I already know.
“What do you mean?”
“The weather was just so nice.”
“And?”
“The weather was so beautiful that I simply couldn’t stay cooped up at Home.”
“So you’re telling me you skipped work because of good weather?”
“Yes.”
“But it rained the day before.”
“You know how much I love the rain, though.”
Camilla regarded Dorman with a fixed stare as he grinned sheepishly.
‘Is he seriously asking me to believe that?’
What is this? Is there something else he’s hiding?
‘Am I about to get stabbed in the back again?’
Noticing Camilla’s gaze growing increasingly cold, Dorman hastily waved his hands.
“I promise I won’t slack off again.”
“….”
After that declaration, he continued to gauge her reaction nervously, which struck her as deeply suspicious. But Camilla didn’t press further. What more could that fool possibly hide at this point?
‘I don’t think anything else could surprise me anymore.’
Perhaps he really did just skip work because the weather was beautiful.
“Your salary is being cut.”
“No! That’s too harsh!”
Quiet.
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“What? The new recruit hasn’t arrived yet?”
“No, since you said to send anyone, they should be here soon… Oh, here they come… Ugh!”
“Hey, new recruit! Take this to the Magic Tower Master right away…!”
“….”
Beella, a mage with five years of service at the Magic Tower, pointed toward the mana stones arranged in one corner with inscribed formulas, watching the new recruit who had just opened the door.
But the moment their eyes met, Beella couldn’t finish her sentence.
“Uh….”
…Why is that person here?
The one called a new recruit was none other than Arsian, who was being called the worst recruit.
Those who majored in magic studies and graduated from the Academy were obligated to serve six months at the Magic Tower.
After completing that service for six months, the Magic Tower would issue a completion certificate. Only then could one be officially recognized as a mage.
Arsian was no exception to this rule. Of course, since he had no intention of being recognized as a mage, he hadn’t planned to serve at the Magic Tower in the first place.
But….
‘Why wouldn’t he get the certificate after graduating from the Academy?’
‘Why not?’
‘Of course he should get it! The more state-issued credentials you have, the better!’
‘….’
Arsian couldn’t fathom why such a certificate held any value, yet Camilla’s piercing gaze left him with no choice but to nod quietly in acquiescence.
A week had passed since entering the Magic Tower, and moments ago, a senior mage’s summons for any available trainee had brought him to the Mana Stone Workshop. He alone remained in the Trainee Waiting Room—no other newcomers had answered the call.
Beella and the junior mage exchanged heated glances in silent conversation.
‘Why did you call that one? Have you lost your mind?’
‘Oh, no. I simply sent a message to the Trainee Waiting Room… asking for any one trainee to come up.’
Beella glared at the junior mage with murderous intent for summoning this particular trainee.
Yet the junior mage felt equally wronged. He had merely issued the call—how could he have known this one would answer?
If there was any fault, it was that he’d spoken his piece the moment the communication connected and cut it off immediately, never confirming who was on the other end.
“You called me here just to move things?”
Arsian’s voice was glacial. He’d suppressed his irritation and come anyway, only to discover he’d been summoned for nothing more than menial labor. He’d assumed something important awaited him.
“Are you joking?”
Why assign attendant work to a trainee?
“Ah, no. That is….”
Traditionally, trainees handled such trivial tasks—it was standard protocol.
What significant work would one entrust to those freshly graduated from the Academy?
Though the Magic Tower employed them as policy, the work trainees performed over six months differed little from that of attendants.
As Arsian’s gaze grew progressively colder, Beella, the workshop’s supervisor, found herself breaking into an anxious cold sweat. She knew the rumors about him all too well.
‘They say beating people is his hobby.’
He beats them until they’re near death, heals them with magic, then beats them again!
It wasn’t mere rumor. Several mages who’d challenged Arsian to break his arrogant streak had been utterly destroyed.
All through sheer magical power alone. The mages who witnessed that overwhelming force could scarcely believe their eyes.
How could this be a trainee!
A trainee unlike any trainee.
Since that day, everyone in the Magic Tower had been avoiding entanglement with Arsian at all costs.
Why would he remain alone in the trainees’ waiting area? Because no one dared touch him or assign him work.
Had Beella known this troublesome trainee was the only one left in the waiting room, she would never have issued the summons from the workshop.
‘Why did he even come to the Magic Tower!’
His magical prowess and swordsmanship were already beyond what others could hope to match.
Moreover, he was the heir to the Sefra Family, the very embodiment of dark magic!
She couldn’t comprehend why he’d entered the Magic Tower at all. Surely not merely for a completion certificate.
“I’m asking. Did you call me here just to move things?”
“That… no, no. I can move them myself. There was some misunderstanding…!”
Crack!
“Ugh!”
As Beella hastily shook her head with stammering excuses, her mouth fell agape—struck by Arsian’s full-force blow to the back of her head!
“Then the trainee moves them. Who else would?”
“….”
Arsian turned with cold eyes, his expression shifting to displeasure.
The one who’d struck the back of his head was none other than Ravi, Camilla’s brother.
“What are you doing? Pick it up.”
Ravi pointed at the container filled with mana stones. He was telling me to grab it and follow him immediately.
“….”
Arsian, who had been staring at Ravi for a moment, picked up the mana stone container without saying anything, unlike before.
Beella and the other mages watching from the side couldn’t help but let their eyes waver constantly.
‘I’m really curious. Why only to Senior Ravi?’
‘Right?’
Ravi was the only one in the Magic Tower who treated Arsian properly as a trainee.
While everyone else found him intimidating, Ravi worked him relentlessly—arguably even harsher than he treated the other trainees.
“Move faster. Once you’re done moving all that, clean up my workshop too.”
“Isn’t each person supposed to clean their own personal workshop?”
“What? You don’t want to do it?”
“….”
What was even more remarkable was that Arsian showed no particular reaction to Ravi’s demands and orders. If anyone else had done this, fists or magic would have flown immediately.
No, his expression was clearly full of displeasure, and his eyes gleamed coldly as if about to explode at any moment, yet he never let that anger surface.
‘Why exactly? That foul-tempered bastard?’
‘Maybe it’s because Senior Ravi has quite the personality himself?’
‘Did he get blackmailed somehow?’
‘Isn’t he the type to kill his opponent before getting blackmailed?’
‘That’s true.’
The mages whispered incessantly. It was fascinating every time they saw it. Why was he so docile only toward Ravi? Of course, his expression was as murderous as it could get, but at least he wasn’t hitting back.
“Once you finish cleaning the workshop, go to the Library and organize all those scattered books…!”
Crack!
At that moment, another sharp impact sound rang out.
Everyone present’s eyes widened. Someone had just struck Ravi’s back of the head hard, just as Arsian had been hit moments before.
“What the—! Who…!”
Someone in the Magic Tower was hitting him! He’d never even been struck by his master!
Ravi spun around in bewilderment, and without thinking, he took a step back.
“You. What are you doing here?”
His younger sister, Camilla, was standing there with a fierce glare.
“Brother, did you just hit our Arsian?”
“Our Arsian? Why is he our Arsian!”
“Is that what matters right now? Why are you hitting people? You have a perfectly good mouth—why use your fists!”
“You just hit me too! Aren’t your fists fists as well!”
“You deserved it, Brother! What did Arsian do wrong that you’d hit him? What could he possibly have done!”
“…Hey, let’s be clear here. What do you mean he has nothing to hit!”
Are your eyes broken? Did you sell your conscience for spare change? Look at that massive frame and you still say that! Ravi let out an exasperated laugh.
Then, behind Camilla, he spotted Arsian smirking with obvious amusement, and Ravi felt his blood boil.
“Hey! You little——!”
“Hey? Hey?”
But Ravi, who was about to shout at Arsian, once again found himself unable to finish his words.

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