A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 3

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“Ugh….”
Damn it!
‘That cursed ghost!’
Cancel that! Cancel!
‘I’m taking back everything I said about ghosts not causing physical harm to humans!’
How long had I been unconscious? I slowly opened my eyes, acutely aware of how heavy my entire body felt, as if waterlogged cotton.
The moment consciousness returned, my thoughts turned to resentment toward the ghost hanging from the chandelier.
There’s no way that chandelier would have fallen on my head if not for that ghost!
Anticipating the worst-case scenario of a cancelled broadcast, I carefully felt my face.
For an actress, appearance is as crucial as acting ability. Confirming that my beauty remained intact… wait?
‘Something feels off.’
That heavy, sharp object fell on my head, yet the pain was far less than expected—actually, there was no pain at all.
‘Did the chandelier somehow miss me?’
Fortunately, my face seemed intact. It wasn’t wrapped in bandages, and there were no particular areas of pain.
But that aside….
‘Where am I?’
This clearly wasn’t a hospital.
I’d been admitted to a private room once before after collapsing from overwork, but even the finest private room wasn’t this spacious.
And what was with those luxurious, flowing curtains? And those antique candelabras?
‘But this place….’
Something felt oddly familiar. Unfamiliar yet strangely intimate?
‘Why is no one here?’
I should have someone to ask about the situation, but despite looking around repeatedly, I couldn’t find a single person.
‘Wow… this is really too much.’
How could there be no one around when someone collapsed? Where on earth did Hyunseok go?
I slowly moved my body.
Fortunately, there seemed to be nothing seriously wrong with it. Apart from a slight heaviness, there was no particular pain.
‘What?’
As I sat up, I was startled by the lace-trimmed sleeves sliding down.
What’s with all this lace? Is this really a patient gown?
The audacity of dressing an injured person in such an inconvenient outfit. I clicked my tongue and fully sat up.
“…!”
But I had to quickly sit back down. A crushing heaviness enveloped my entire body, and dizziness washed over me.
Realizing my body wasn’t normal, I let out a small sigh. Fortunately, the dizziness soon faded.
Knock, knock.
Then a knock sounded, and a person entered. She was a young woman in her late teens.
But….
‘Huh?’
My eyes widened as I took in the woman’s face.
“Oh my! Miss, you’re awake.”
I stood in a daze for a moment before slowly opening my mouth.
“Dona?”
Gasp!
For the first time since awakening, I produced a proper sound, and my lips fell open in shock.
It wasn’t my voice. It definitely wasn’t my voice… yet it sounded so achingly familiar.
“Yes? Is there something you need, Miss Camilla?”
“….”
Camilla?
‘They just called me Camilla?’
Me as Camilla?
‘Why would that name appear here?’
Camilla.
The woman I always saw whenever I closed my eyes.
That woman’s name was Camilla.
Chapter. Camilla Sorpel
“Hmm… so beautiful like this.”
I gazed at my reflection in the mirror and shook my head softly.
This was the first time I’d observed this face in such detail.
Pale pink-blonde hair and eyes with a crimson glint. Delicate, perfectly proportioned lips.
Flawless ivory skin, as if it had received meticulous care without a single day missed for years.
Why does someone with such a face carry all the world’s misfortunes alone?
“But seriously, am I really that badly injured?”
Usually, I’d slip out of this world within thirty minutes to an hour, yet now there was no sign of that happening.
“My body moves as I will it.”
I fidgeted with my hands absently. Rock, paper, scissors… why won’t it move….
Until now, I had merely been an observer. I could witness everything Camilla experienced, but I couldn’t interfere.
Yet now everything moved according to my will. My words, my actions—all of it obeyed me.
After staring intently at the mirror for a long while, my expression suddenly hardened at a thought that crossed my mind.
Back then, when the chandelier fell above me, there was a ghost clinging to it.
It happened so suddenly that I couldn’t see clearly, but the ghost’s face I glimpsed seemed to be Sia—my own face.
“No way.”
That’s impossible. How could I have seen my own soul with my own eyes?
I… no, Camilla shook my head gently. Each time I did, the pink-blonde hair swayed softly.
Bang!
“…?”
The door suddenly burst open without a knock, and someone strode in.
‘That man….’
I knew that face far too well. How could I not recognize it?
A man with such striking beauty that even someone with my refined aesthetic sense would marvel.
“Hey.”
He called out to Camilla with a voice dripping with irritation, his brow furrowed deeply.
“I told you to come on time for breakfast.”
“….”
“Follow me.”
Without waiting for a response, he spun around sharply. His demeanor made it clear he was certain she wouldn’t dare defy him.
Camilla watched him in silence for a moment, then slowly rose from her seat. A subtle smile played at the corners of her lips.
‘Fine….’
I’m not sure how this situation came about, but still.
‘I’ve been wanting to do something to you for a while now.’
Thump, thump, thump!
Patter, patter, patter!
Camilla’s footsteps quickened as she approached the man.
By the end, she was practically sprinting, and then….
Smack!
A satisfying sound.
“…!”
The man’s eyes went wide as saucers from the full force of her blow to the back of his head, and Camilla flashed him the brightest smile she could muster.
“Sorry.”
This bastard.
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The Sorpel Duchy. Where Camilla lived.
Through her mother’s remarriage to Duke Sorpel, Camilla had become one of the few ducal daughters in the empire in the blink of an eye.
The man who entered the duchy alongside her at that time was none other than her biological older brother, Camilla’s own flesh and blood.
“Really. I just wasn’t fully awake.”
“….”
“Sorry.”
What are you going to do if I glare at you? I wasn’t fully awake, so what can you do about it?
‘Bastard.’
You should be grateful you only got hit once.
Ravi Sorpel. Camilla’s biological older brother and a member of the Magic Tower.
He had shown great talent for magic from childhood, and by now he was considered the most exceptional among young mages.
Good looks, good family, good abilities—he had it all, but….
‘What good does it do?’
To Camilla, he was utterly useless, not worth even the dirt under her fingernails.
At least dirt can be scraped away.
‘Because of that bastard…!’
I died every single time because of him.
What’s so great about a madman who pushes his own sister into danger just to ruin his stepbrother?
Camilla’s lips curled inward in silent frustration.
She disliked both her stepbrother Ludvil Sorpel and her biological brother Ravi Sorpel equally.
Suddenly, the image of another older brother flashed through her mind, and Camilla’s expression darkened.
Camilla and Ravi Sorpel’s elder brother. The legitimate son who inherited Duke Sorpel’s blood—Ludvil Sorpel.
Whether it was looks or swordsmanship, he was the spitting image of Duke Sorpel himself, and by any measure, he was the outstanding figure destined to lead the next generation of the Sorpel Duchy.
Ravi, having developed a competitive spirit against him, gradually destroyed himself. His life’s every goal began to transform into nothing but surpassing Ludvil.
At first, he genuinely tried to display his own abilities and gain recognition from the Duke by any means necessary.
But demonstrating superior capabilities to Ludvil and actually defeating him was far from easy.
It was always Ravi who tasted defeat. Whenever he achieved something, Ludvil would bring back even greater accomplishments, blocking his path forward.
Then at some point, his desire to surpass Ludvil twisted into warped jealousy and hatred, and eventually he even attempted assassination.
‘The problem is this.’
In those schemes, in the misdeeds he commits, he constantly drags Camilla into them.
‘It was the same back then.’
The last scene she had witnessed.
She had participated in assassinating her eldest brother Ludvil at that cursed man’s command, was discovered, and her neck was cleanly severed by his blade.
Before that, she had experienced countless deaths.
The circumstances varied slightly each time, but the ending was always the same—caught up in whatever that bastard was doing, meeting death alongside him.
‘So how could that monster possibly look good to me?’
I really regret it.
‘That I only hit the back of his head once.’
I should have landed multiple strikes!
“…You really don’t seem fully awake yet.”
Ravi was more bewildered by the fact that Camilla had hit him on the head than by the pain itself.
‘What’s with that look in her eyes?’
Her mouth was saying she was sorry, but her eyes said nothing of the sort.
Rather, he could distinctly feel that she was angry with him.
Angry? Her?
‘That can’t be right.’
She may always throw tantrums and cause trouble with the servants, but in front of the rest of the family, including him, she can barely even lift her head.
Ravi, knowing this fact all too well, said nothing more.
“You made us late because of you. Come on, hurry up.”
….
How could that bastard be so irritating both front and back?
Watching his retreating back, Camilla clenched her itching fists tightly.
‘Well, there’ll be another chance.’
Just you wait. I’ll give you a proper hit next time.
‘It looks like the Duke is joining us for the meal today too?’
Following Ravi, Camilla clicked her tongue inwardly over and over.
Normally he didn’t care what his sister ate, but whenever there was a meal with the Duke, he always made a show of looking after Camilla like this.
He seemed to want to appeal to the Duke the image of a caring older brother who knew how to look after his sister….
‘How pathetic.’

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