A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 334

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Chapter 18. A Child Born with Misfortune
“Aren’t you going to ask?”
After ordering at the Cafe, Camilla settled into her seat and fixed Arsian with an unwavering gaze.
“Ask you what?”
“That woman from earlier.”
The Middle-aged Woman they’d just encountered.
‘Arsian, that woman! Track her location for me.’
The moment Camilla identified the Middle-aged Woman’s true nature, she’d cried out to Arsian, demanding he cast a tracking spell on her. She already knew he was capable of such magic.
He’d used tracking spells before—she was certain of it.
‘He cast them on everyone around me back then.’
He’d even used tracking magic to locate Rio when he was kidnapped.
In any case, Arsian hadn’t questioned Camilla’s urgent command and immediately wove the spell without hesitation.
A faint luminescence flowed into the Middle-aged Woman, embedding itself within her body.
“Aren’t you curious?”
Even after casting the tracking spell on the Middle-aged Woman and entering the Cafe, Arsian hadn’t asked Camilla a single question about what was happening.
It would have been natural for him to wonder who that woman was, or why she’d demanded the tracking spell.
“If it’s something I need to know, you’ll tell me yourself. Whether you speak or stay silent—that’s your choice.”
….
The rigid tension that had gripped Camilla’s features gradually softened.
Arsian had always been this way. He prioritized her circumstances over his own curiosity.
Even when something puzzled him, he never pestered her with questions until she chose to speak.
“It was a long time ago.”
Camilla recounted to him in detail the encounter with the Shaman Woman from before.
A Rural Village she’d visited for a broadcast shoot, a Shaman she’d met there, and a dead child bound to that Shaman….
“In the end, I lost track of her.”
“That woman from just now—she’s the Shaman from back then?”
“Yes. The child I saw then was still clinging to her.”
She’d aged considerably, and without the elaborate traditional hanbok she’d worn before, I’d hesitated for a moment. But seeing the child still bound to the Shaman, still hovering at her side, I became certain.
The same child I’d witnessed all those years ago remained tethered to her.
….
After hearing Camilla’s abbreviated explanation, Arsian’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Then you should have told me immediately.”
“Why?”
“I would have disposed of her.”
There would have been no need for a tracking spell—simply eliminating her on the spot would have sufficed.
“…Excuse me?”
Don’t forget we’re in the modern era.
What do you think would happen if a murder occurred in the middle of the street? We could simply flee to the Other World, but what about Sia and her family left behind?
‘They’re celebrities, after all!’
They’re celebrities!
‘A celebrity whose name everyone knows just by hearing it!’
What would happen to people who make their living off their image if they got caught up in an incident like that?
“Don’t cause any trouble here.”
“It’ll be fine as long as we handle it well.”
“Handle it well? What handling!”
This precious one couldn’t be trusted for even a moment.
Watching Arsian still lamenting letting the Middle-aged Woman go, Camilla exhaled a quiet sigh.
“You’re just going to leave that alone?”
“Leave what alone?”
But moments later, Arsian extended his hand and pointed to a spot. Following his gaze, Camilla’s brow gradually furrowed.
“When did I order something hot!”
“Sir, you clearly ordered just a moment ago——”
“I ordered something cold, cold! I only drink ice water even in winter! Have I lost my mind? Why would I order something hot!”
“You definitely ordered a warm coffee, sir.”
“What! So you’re saying I made a mistake!”
“Sir, you ordered right in front of me. I heard it too. You asked for warm coffee.”
“Ugh, damn it. What is this! Irrelevant people, stay out of it!”
A Rude Customer. The Cafe Worker carefully showed him the receipt, and another customer even testified that the man had ordered incorrectly, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Damn it! What are you going to do about this!”
“…I’ll make you a new one. I apologize.”
The Cafe Worker finally stepped back and offered an apology. There was no point in getting into an argument with a customer like this.
“That’s obvious! What about the time you wasted of mine! Do you know how much I make in an hour! For someone just working part-time at a place like this, how are you going to take responsibility for wasting my precious time!”
But as the Cafe Worker apologized, the man’s voice grew even louder.
“I understand you’re upset, but your words are going too far——”
“Ha! What, are you talking back to me like you did something right!”
The man grabbed the hot coffee he was holding.
“You can have this yourself!”
“…!”
And then he was about to hurl the coffee cup filled with scalding liquid directly at the Cafe Worker.
Whoosh!
Splash!
“Ahhhhh! Ah, ah! It’s hot!”
But in that instant, the man’s leg struck something and he stumbled. Losing his balance, the coffee spilled onto his hand and clothes.
“Ugh, ahhh… oh, it’s hot!”
His hand, drenched in the scalding coffee, quickly turned red as if burned. The man let out a cry of pain and quickly turned around to look behind him. He needed to see what had struck his leg!
‘A chair?’
It was a chair. One of the chairs in the cafe had been pushed toward him and struck his leg.
“Who the hell did that!”
The man’s voice grew even louder from the pain in his hand. His eyes blazed with murderous intent. He looked ready to show no mercy if he caught whoever did it.
“Who did that! Show yourself right now!”
“That bastard—it was me.”
“You? You’re the one who kicked the chair—!”
The man who had been shouting wildly while spinning around the cafe suddenly whipped his head toward the voice coming from one side.
“I, I….”
…Wait?
Upon seeing the figure approaching him, the man unconsciously swallowed hard.
The person was a full two heads taller than him, and his eyes held an unmistakably dangerous gleam.
“Yeah. That bastard is me.”
Thump, thump—the one approaching the man was none other than Arsian.
“So, what should I do now?”
As Arsian drew closer, the man’s face drained of color with alarming speed.
‘What kind of eyes are those….’
The atmosphere around Arsian grew sharper as he approached. For some inexplicable reason, the man’s breath came in short gasps, and he instinctively retreated several steps backward.
“Y-you should be careful.”
The man managed to protest in a small voice. After all, there were too many eyes watching, and backing down completely would be humiliating.
“Shouldn’t you be careful about shouting in public too? Everyone finds it unpleasant and disruptive.”
“Y-yes, that’s right. Ahem, I should be more careful.”
The man retreated further, feeling the gazes of the onlookers intensifying, and hastily fled the spot. His face was already crimson.
“Hey.”
“Y-yes? What?”
Arsian called him back to a stop.
“Who’s supposed to clean that up?”
“….”
Upon turning back at the call, the man finally laid eyes on the mess he had created by throwing the coffee cup.
“…I should clean it up.”
Though the eyes of the crowd were still fixed upon him, making him feel utterly ashamed.
‘…It’s better than dying, right?’
If he didn’t clean it up, that guy really would kill him!
Feeling Arsian’s cold gaze boring into his back, the man approached the Cafe Worker he had been picking a fight with earlier.
“Um… could I get a rag or some paper towels….”
“…Here.”
The Cafe Worker stared at him incredulously before handing over a rag from the side.
Taking it, the man’s face flushed even deeper red as he hurriedly wiped up the spilled coffee and disposable cup. Then he fled the cafe as if his life depended on it.
“Tsk.”
“What a rude customer.”
“I recorded it. Let’s report it to the Broadcasting Station.”
As the man left, voices of contempt erupted throughout the cafe. Some even snickered mockingly.
“Is this something I shouldn’t have done?”
“…No.”
Camilla, who had been watching the entire scene in a daze, gently shook her head at Arsian’s question as he returned to her side.
‘Our Arsian….’
…Our Arsian didn’t hit anyone!
Camilla found that surprising. Arsian was the type who’d strike first and ask questions later whenever something bothered him, wasn’t he?
She’d nearly cried out just moments ago when he suddenly kicked the chair with his foot—what on earth was he doing? But then she held her tongue.
When she saw that chair strike the Rude Customer who’d been causing trouble, she simply watched the situation unfold in silence.
Though honestly, her heart had been pounding with worry. She’d feared the Rude Customer was about to get thoroughly beaten by Arsian.
She’d even thought to herself: I’ll have to heal him with holy power before the police arrive and pretend I saw nothing.
“Well done.”
At her praise, a faint smile played across Arsian’s lips. He seemed rather pleased with himself.

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