A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 30

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“Oh, it’s nothing. I just went for a swim.”
“A swim?”
“Yes.”
“In this season?”
“I’ve always run hot.”
“…I shall have the heating in Young Lady’s Room turned off starting today.”
“But it gets cold at night.”
“….”
Rube clicked his tongue softly.
Camilla had always been particularly sensitive to the cold since childhood.
The woman who wouldn’t allow the brazier to be extinguished day and night until early summer arrived—and now she spoke of swimming in this season?
“You said you were looking for something.”
Unable to shake his suspicions, Rube’s gaze prompted Camilla to finally sigh quietly and confess the truth. There was no real reason to hide it, after all.
“What were you trying to find?”
“…!”
At that moment, a familiar voice interjected into their conversation. It was calm yet carried weight—Ludvil.
He had arrived at some point and was gazing at Camilla intently.
“That is….”
Camilla hesitated in her response.
Ludvil was of the Sorpel Family, true, but this was a divine beast’s egg… Shouldn’t Duke Sorpel be the first to know?
As she paused to consider, Ludvil, noticing her hesitation, shook his head.
“Go in.”
“Pardon?”
He gestured toward the Study.
“Didn’t you come to see Father?”
“Well, yes, but….”
Camilla glanced toward the Study door.
‘Perhaps it would be better to come back another time?’
Presenting the divine beast’s egg in the presence of another person—especially an outsider like Duke Jebillen—didn’t seem appropriate.
“I’ll just come back another time.”
“No, Miss. It’s fine, please do go in. Duke Jebillen has been wanting to see you.”
“Me?”
Camilla, who had been turning to leave, tilted her head at Rube’s words. He had never even acknowledged me before—why would he suddenly wish to see me now?
Knock, knock.
Rube knocked lightly on the door first before entering. Camilla and Ludvil followed quietly behind him.
[You’ve finally come!]
“….”
The first to greet Camilla upon entering the Study was neither Duke Sorpel nor Duke Jebillen, but the crimson eagle divine beast, Zetti.
It seemed Zetti had not yet been summoned, for no one’s gaze followed as the divine beast took flight.
[Hmm?]
Zetti, who had been flying toward her, suddenly froze mid-motion.
[Hoo.]
The eagle’s crimson eyes fixed upon Camilla’s waist, immediately detecting the presence of the small egg nestled in her pocket.
“Come here, child.”
“Yes, Father.”
“We meet again.”
“Good to see you.”
Camilla found herself increasingly bewildered by Duke Jebillen’s familiar greeting. Why was he acting as though they were already acquainted?
Uuuuuuuung—!
“Hm?”
Suddenly, a peculiar sound began to reverberate through the air.
The eerie wail, as though the very atmosphere were being torn asunder, caused the expressions of all present to stiffen simultaneously.
“…!”
Duke Sorpel’s reaction was the most pronounced of all, for the source of the sound emanated from the pendant hanging about his neck.
A pendant set with a white jewel—one he had awaited so desperately, yet which had never responded until this moment—now sang with resonance.
Uuuuuuung—!
As though the pendant had found its counterpart, the jewel embedded within it blazed with brilliant light, directing itself toward a single point.
“Why is this…!”
Those who followed the light’s direction felt their faces drain of color in shock.
The light pointed directly toward where Camilla stood.
“….”
Camilla herself, witnessing the pendant’s power to awaken a divine beast’s egg for the first time, was equally taken aback.
She had known the pendant responded when a divine beast’s egg was nearby, but she had never anticipated being singled out so unmistakably by its luminous beacon.
Observing the mixture of confusion and astonishment in everyone’s eyes, Camilla withdrew the divine beast’s egg from her pocket and placed it upon the table.
Uuuuuuung— Uuuuung—!
Following the pendant, a similar resonance emerged from the egg itself, accompanied by subtle vibrations.
[At last…!]
Hersel, who had arrived at some point unnoticed, gazed upon the luminous divine beast’s egg with an expression overflowing with emotion.
Nor was that all.
“C-Camilla, could this possibly be…!”
Never did I expect to see the great Duke Sorpel display such a reaction.
“Yes, it is a divine beast’s egg.”
At her answer, gasps erupted from all corners of the room.
Could it truly be—was that actually a divine beast’s egg?!
Duke Sorpel extended his trembling hand, bringing his pendant toward the divine beast’s egg.
Everyone in the room held their breath, their eyes fixed intently upon the scene before them.
Uuuuuuuung!
As the pendant drew near, the resonance emanating from the egg intensified dramatically.
And then—
Craaaaaack!
Brilliant light flooded the room in an instant, and the dazzling radiance forced my eyes shut.
How much time had passed? Those who sensed the light fading slowly opened their eyes.
Then something that hadn’t existed moments before entered their field of vision.
“That is….”
The White Tiger.
The divine beast that symbolized the Sorpel Family.
At the White Tiger’s cry, enemies’ ears would deafen; with each step of the White Tiger, the surroundings would be drenched crimson with blood.
Patter, patter, patter.
…with each step, the surroundings drenched crimson with blood….
“….”
“….”
A small creature that had been waddling suddenly plopped down and began pawing at the ground.
“…a kitten?”
Where the divine beast’s egg had been, a white cat—or rather, tiger—smaller than an adult’s palm now sat.
“The White Tiger, you said?”
Duke Jebillen muttered in bewilderment.
Everyone present fell silent for a moment, staring blankly at this new existence.
Regardless of life or death, Hersel was the first to speak.
[It’s finally awakened!]
He gazed at the white creature with deeply moved eyes.
‘Is this really a divine beast?’
Camilla regarded Hersel with a skeptical look. After all that hardship, this was what they obtained—that white kitten?
[It’s because it couldn’t awaken for so long. It’s unusually small, but it will gradually display its abilities, so don’t worry.]
Hersel, reading Camilla’s expression, offered a brief explanation.
‘Well, that’s a relief.’
Camilla looked again at the white creature—no, the divine beast.
Just then, the divine beast, which had been squirming constantly, lifted its head slightly.
The divine beast glanced back and forth between Duke Sorpel, who held the pendant, and Camilla before waddling toward one destination.
Toward Camilla.
“Huh?”
Lick.
“Ah…!”
Camilla flinched as the divine beast stretched its small body and began licking her hand, which rested near the table.
‘Go away.’
Camilla couldn’t bring herself to push the small creature away forcefully, so she slowly withdrew her hand.
But the divine beast continued to follow Camilla’s hand.
“Uh… uh!”
In the end, as the divine beast nearly fell beneath the table, Camilla quickly caught it in her hands and immediately set it down before Duke Sorpel.
[Kyuu?]
But the divine beast, after glancing around at Duke Sorpel and the others, turned back toward Camilla and began pattering toward her once more.
“….”
Don’t come near me.
As the divine beast approached her with an awkward gait, Camilla’s expression grew troubled.
[This one has taken a liking to you as well.]
Zetti, the crimson eagle divine beast who had been observing the entire situation, spoke with evident amusement.
‘This isn’t something so simple!’
A divine beast symbolizes the head of a household. It meant that others could not possess one.
Camilla gazed at Duke Sorpel with a hardened expression.
‘What?’
Yet contrary to her concerns, Duke Sorpel was smiling. His eyes, fixed upon the divine beast circling around Camilla, brimmed with affection.
[Of course. I find it equally delightful.]
Unlike the bewildered Camilla, Hersel nodded repeatedly, as though he fully understood Duke Sorpel’s sentiment.
Over a century had passed. How much humiliation the Sorpel Family must have endured as a guardian house without a divine beast—Hersel himself knew this better than anyone.
And now, at last, a divine beast had returned to the Sorpel Family!
[How could one not rejoice?]
‘Is that how it is?’
Was finding a divine beast alone enough to bring such unbridled joy?
‘Sigh.’
After witnessing Hersel’s words and Duke Sorpel’s expression, Camilla finally released a long, relieved breath.
Was it the tension releasing? Her legs felt as though all strength were draining from them….
“Camilla!”
It wasn’t merely a feeling—her legs were truly giving way.
As Ludvil hastily caught her and Duke Sorpel’s expression shifted to alarm, Camilla lost consciousness for the second time that day.

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