A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 329

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‘Go to the Cafe and buy me some coffee.’
‘Pardon? Coffee?’
‘Yeah, buy as much as you can carry. Get whatever you want to eat too. I’ll pay for it. You know the Cafe my sister runs, right?’
‘Yes, I’ve been there a few times.’
‘But you absolutely cannot say I sent you. Make it look like you’re buying it yourself. Hide the fact that you belong to the Magic Tower as much as possible.’
‘…? Yes, understood.’
Anke didn’t think much of Ravi’s errand.
He’d been curious anyway since he heard that Camilla had recently introduced a new menu at her Cafe.
Colleagues who’d visited recently had been raving about it, insisting he absolutely had to try it. They said it was perfect when you were tired or pulling all-nighters. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to grab a cup for himself while he was there.
But then….
‘The Magic Tower?’
‘Pardon? Oh, yes.’
He was about to order ten cups of coffee when Camilla spoke to him. Ravi had told him to hide the fact that he belonged to the Magic Tower, so he’d even changed out of his clothes with the Magic Tower insignia. How did she know?
Caught off guard by her direct question, he found himself nodding before he could think.
‘You’re going to drink all that coffee yourself?’
‘Yes, yes.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes….’
‘….’
Under her piercing gaze, cold sweat inexplicably began to trickle down his back.
He didn’t understand why he should be nervous, but the atmosphere itself demanded it.
‘Seems you haven’t heard the rumors. I don’t fall for lies.’
‘Excuse me?’
‘My brother sent you. He told you not to say he was the one who asked you to buy it. And he probably told you to hide the fact that you belong to the Magic Tower as much as possible.’
‘Gasp!’
‘He told you to buy as much coffee as you could carry too, didn’t he.’
‘I-I’m so sorry!’
As Camilla recited the entire conversation between Ravi and himself as if she’d been watching from beside them the whole time, Anke had no choice but to apologize and hurriedly flee the Cafe.
“She really did know everything already.”
“Hey! She was just guessing. How would she know that? She’s practically a fortune teller or some….”
Ravi, who had been scolding his junior, suddenly stopped mid-sentence and quickly glanced around nervously. His complexion grew slightly pale as he trembled.
After all, he was well aware that his sister could see and even converse with the dead.
Could there be such a being standing right beside him now? Could that be why Camilla knew everything she saw here?
“Camilla said to tell you something.”
“…What?”
“That is….”
‘Hey, caffeine addict. Did you forget you already drank today’s entire coffee ration before coming in? If you drink more here, you’ll die, die, you’ll actually die. Human! Do you want to die by my hand first?’
“…she said.”
“…Damn it.”
Cursed woman! Just recently, she’d confiscated everything—from the beans to the equipment. After he kept breaking his promise to drink only a certain amount per day, Camilla had seized it all.
So I was only providing her with enough for exactly two cups a day. Naturally, she was also banned from entering the Cafe.
“Anyway, that temperament of hers…”
Ravi exhaled a sigh tinged with frustration. I couldn’t fathom where she inherited such a volatile disposition. No flexibility, no willingness to compromise!
“Your younger sister certainly does seem to have quite the personality.”
Meno, a novice mage who had been quietly observing the two of them from the side, took Ravi’s side and continued speaking.
“When she visited before, she was quite intimidating. Seeing her get angry at Senior Ravi like that…”
“Well, not to the point of being scary.”
“Her face is really beautiful, but with that kind of personality…”
“…”
“Wouldn’t it be difficult for her to date a man? The other person would be so intimidated they wouldn’t know how to stick around.”
The novice mage Meno even shook his head back and forth.
However, the expression of senior mage Anke, who was watching the novice, grew increasingly urgent. He could see Senior Ravi’s expression gradually hardening.
‘Hey! Stop it!’
He sent frantic signals with his eyes to stop, but it was to no avail.
“If it were me, I’d be terrified and run away.”
“…”
“Senior Ravi really does have it tough.”
“Hey.”
“…? Yes?”
“Did you finish organizing the documents I asked you to do earlier?”
“Documents? I’m still working on them…”
“I told you to finish by this morning. You still haven’t completed it?”
“Yes? You said to finish everything by today…”
“When did I say that? Finish it all by this morning and submit it.”
“Huh?”
“After you finish that, also complete organizing the formulas over there by today.”
“Huh?”
“And organize all the supplies over there too.”
“Huh?”
…Huh? Me? All by myself? The novice mage Meno could only respond with repeated affirmations, his expression utterly bewildered.
Why is he suddenly like this? How am I supposed to finish all of this by today?
But faced with Ravi’s cold, piercing gaze, Meno found himself unable to offer any objection.
‘Tsk.’
Anke lightly shook his head as he watched his junior mage.
The unwritten rule was that only Senior Ravi himself could criticize Miss Camilla in front of Senior Ravi—the novice had yet to learn this lesson.
‘Good luck.’
Of course, he had no intention whatsoever of helping his junior.
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“Make this for me.”
“What is this?”
“Baby profile.”
“Ba… what?”
Jewela, who had become the owner of the most renowned Dress Shop in the Empire, was busier than anyone else these days.
To commission her for clothing, one had to wait at least half a year—her popularity was that extraordinary.
Yet there was someone who boldly demanded she create clothes for them immediately: Camilla.
And Jewela accepted her requests as though they were only natural.
“Make me some baby clothes.”
“…What kind of clothes?”
“Baby clothes.”
“…Baby clothes?”
“Yeah.”
She bolted upright!
Jewela shot up from her seat and grabbed Camilla by both shoulders.
“Are you pregnant?”
“What?”
Where was this coming from?
“Who’s the father?”
“…Excuse me?”
Camilla couldn’t hide her bewilderment at Jewela’s absurd conclusion.
She’d been obsessed with some strange drama lately.
‘This is my fault.’
I shouldn’t have shown her that drama.
“What do you mean, the father? And if I were pregnant, the father would obviously be Ars—”
Camilla stopped mid-sentence. Why was Arsian’s name coming up here? She found herself speechless and let out a short sigh.
“Is that bastard Arsian the father?”
“No, I’m not pregnant.”
Listen to me finish! If strange rumors spread through High Society because of you, you’re taking responsibility. Camilla clicked her tongue lightly and tried to calm Jewela down.
“An acquaintance?”
“Yeah. A close friend’s baby is about to turn two soon.”
“You have a close friend?”
“…Could you just shut up?”
It was about Lia, Sia’s daughter. By the time I visit again, she’ll probably be close to two. She must have grown so much.
I’m planning to bring a special gift when I go. Once Jewela makes the clothes, I’ll pester Ravi to embed all sorts of protective magic into them.
‘And I’ll add plenty of holy power too.’
So she won’t get sick or hurt. That world is a bit dangerous, isn’t it? She should wear something like this, shouldn’t she?
After recently facing that madman Aaron in person, I’ve been more concerned about the little ones.
Shouldn’t I get a full set of protective gear for Daive, Rio, and Sena as well?
“What kind of photo is this?”
“My acquaintance lives in a Distant Country. They wear this style of clothing there, so I’m showing it as reference.”
Baby clothes are pretty much the same whether in this world or the Other World—they’re all adorable and similar.
Even so, there were subtle differences, so I showed Jewela some modern-world baby clothes as reference.
“There’s a place where people wear clothes like this? Where is it? What’s the country called?”
It seemed similar to what the people in the drama I watched yesterday were wearing.
“You wouldn’t understand even if I told you. It’s an incredibly distant place. Not many people know about it.”
“…Why do you have an acquaintance in such a place? They really are an acquaintance, right?”
“They are, I’m telling you.”
Jewela cast a slightly suspicious glance at Camilla before meticulously examining the unfamiliar design.
The colors, the fabric, the silhouette—certainly many things differed from what was made here, but it wasn’t beyond her skill to recreate. If she layered her own design concepts over this…?
“How soon?”
“As quickly as possible.”
“Understood.”
Jewela studied the baby information Camilla had given her more carefully. Then she rose from her seat, retrieved something, and handed it to Camilla.
“This.”
“What is this?”
It looks like clothes? But I never ordered any clothes? Camilla tilted her head in confusion as she looked at the rather large box Jewela had handed her.
“Give it to Ludvil.”

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