A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 363
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It was an herb I’d searched for over countless years. It was absolutely necessary to cure my daughter’s illness. Yet in the end, I could never obtain it. It didn’t exist anywhere on the Continent.
If only I had possessed this herb, perhaps my daughter would not have perished….
‘But then again….’
What good would it do now? A long sigh escaped his lips.
“Do you know where your mother passed away?”
“…What?”
Regret and longing—a mixture of countless emotions swirled in Maian’s gaze as he beheld the herb, before turning his attention back to her.
“Your mother….”
She had vanished suddenly years ago, leaving only a brief note saying she had somewhere to visit.
The last trace of her led to the Gracia Empire, so I pursued her there, but ultimately could not discover her whereabouts.
“Armis Mountain.”
“…Armis?”
Armis Mountain…! Maian’s eyes widened progressively. His mother had gone to that mountain? To that place teeming with monsters?
“Why would you….”
“To obtain that herb.”
“…!”
“For her son and granddaughter.”
Able—she had ventured into Armis Mountain, infested with monsters, solely to procure this herb.
It was common knowledge among the Apothecaries Guild that Armis Mountain harbored many precious medicinal plants.
However, because countless monsters dwelled there, no one dared enter. Yet Able had gone in.
‘And ultimately, the monsters….’
She had found the desired herb, but could never deliver it to her son.
Consumed by monsters, she had become a bound spirit, unable to leave Armis Mountain.
Then Camilla appeared, and she made the request to deliver the herb to her son.
‘It may already be too late… but still, I ask of you.’
She too seemed to believe her granddaughter was already lost. Yet still, clinging to that faint hope….
“And she asked me to convey this message as well.”
Able had requested that when Camilla met her son, she deliver her words along with the herb.
‘My son, you’ve endured so much all this time. Treating your daughter, searching for your mother. I’m sorry….’
….
After hearing all of Camilla’s words, Maian could not tear his gaze from the herb.
Tears finally streamed down his face.
Witnessing this, Camilla simply turned away.
‘My task is complete.’
There was nothing more she needed to do for him.
* * *
“How is your body?”
“No pain anywhere.”
“Really?”
“You healed all my wounds anyway.”
Duke Sorpel’s Mansion Garden.
After strolling through the garden with Camilla, I settled into a chair beneath a tree where a cool breeze drifted through, taking a moment to rest.
“The heat seems to have finally broken.”
“Mm.”
The sky was unusually clear, the clouds thick and heavy. Camilla gazed upward in a daze—a rare moment of leisure she hadn’t experienced in far too long.
“He received a fifteen-year sentence, I heard.”
“Yes.”
Maian’s trial had concluded. He escaped execution, but ultimately received a fifteen-year prison sentence.
Camilla attended the trial alongside Jainer and witnessed every verdict handed down.
‘Are you alright?’
‘About what?’
‘He was still your friend.’
‘Not in this life.’
At Camilla’s somewhat worried gaze, Jainer offered his characteristic smile and gently shook his head.
‘I was just curious. After I died, what kind of life did that friend live each time?’
After the trial concluded, Jainer departed without fanfare, his demeanor perfectly composed.
Was it merely her imagination? Did he seem a little lonely?
“Sigh.”
A long breath escaped from Camilla’s lips.
“Are you tired?”
“A little.”
Just… exhausted, somehow.
Camilla leaned her head gently against Arsian’s shoulder.
‘What does family even mean?’
As I recalled the succession of events I’d endured recently, another silent sigh escaped my lips.
Aaron, who killed his own daughter to save his wife.
Chairman Choi’s family, who attempted murder through a shaman to ease their daughter’s suffering.
Maian, who turned a blind eye to countless children’s deaths for his daughter’s resurrection.
‘And…’
Able, who fearlessly ventured into a mountain teeming with demonic beasts for her son’s sake, only to meet her death.
‘How can they all go so far?’
Is it because they’re family? Can everyone do such things for family?
‘…I don’t understand.’
Camilla clicked her tongue softly.
‘Die! Nothing good has happened since you were born, you bastard!’
“….”
Suddenly, the biological father from when I lived as Sia came to mind.
I thought I’d forgotten, but like scars etched across my entire body, the memories kept surfacing.
Crack! Slap!
‘You stole it, didn’t you.’
“No, that’s not it.”
Slap!
“Where’s the lie coming from! Did I teach you that?”
Then came the memory of Camilla’s biological mother.
Cold eyes, a harsh tone. And the sting of the whip.
“People often say it.”
A child who never received love cannot give love to others.
Camilla resonated most deeply with those words. She felt it more acutely than anyone.
“That’s why, even when I lived as Sia, I never once thought of building a family.”
How could I build a family when I didn’t know how to give affection? Perhaps Sia felt the same way.
Neither of us had ever received familial love from childhood.
But…
“Our Lia, shall we eat, dear?”
“Yes!”
“I’ll feed you. You rest a bit.”
“Really?”
Sia had built the happiest family imaginable.
Watching her, witnessing how Sia poured endless affection upon Lia, Camilla’s mind swirled with countless thoughts.
“Could I do it too?”
My family, my child… could I give them normal love?
“Yeah, you can.”
“…Do you even know what you’re saying right now?”
Still resting her head against Arsian’s shoulder, Camilla gazed at him with an incredulous expression. What made him so certain that I could do anything?
“Whatever it is, whatever you need—I’ll make it happen for you.”
“…”
Camilla stared at him blankly for a moment, then finally let out a soft laugh.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll really do everything for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you’ll marry me too?”
“Yeah.”
…What?
Flinch.
Camilla, resting against his shoulder, felt his body go rigid the moment he stopped nodding and spoke those words.
“…Heh.”
Seeing Arsian’s dazed expression for the first time, Camilla couldn’t help but laugh.
“What? Don’t you want to?”
Shake, shake.
With a blank expression, Arsian shook his head vigorously. The gesture was so childlike that Camilla laughed again.
*Smack.*
Arsian’s eyes widened at the warm sensation against his lips.
“Arsian.”
Camilla called to him again.
“Let’s get married.”
“….”
“I said, let’s get married.”
“…Sigh.”
You really are something.
For a moment, Arsian’s breath had caught, but now he exhaled sharply and ran a rough hand across his face.
“Isn’t this something I’m supposed to do, being the man?”
“What kind of archaic thinking is that? There’s no gender distinction in a proposal.”
*Smack.*
Camilla couldn’t finish her words. Not with Arsian’s kiss silencing her.
He immediately pulled her into a tight embrace.
“My answer was already decided long ago.”
At the soft whisper that reached her ear, a faint smile played across Camilla’s lips.
“I love you.”
She held him close in return.
“…You’re not going to kill my son over this, are you?”
“Why? Do you want to die first?”
“Hey, hey, lower your voice. You’ll blow your cover watching from the shadows like that. First, put that sword away. Why do you keep failing to sheathe it these days, you bastard!”
Meanwhile, there were those observing Camilla and Arsian from a distance—the three Dukes, no less.
“That bastard, that bastard!”
“Didn’t you see? It was Camilla who proposed first, not my son.”
“Quiet! What did that bastard do? What did he do to my daughter!”
“I’ll treat her well.”
“Treat her well, my ass!”
Duke Sorpel grabbed Duke Sefra by the collar and shook him violently.
“I won’t let a single drop of water touch her hands.”
“You’re planning to reduce my daughter to a beggar! You won’t even let her wash herself!”
“Hey, hey, stop shaking him. The kid’s going to die.”
Duke Jebillen tried to stop Duke Sorpel as his grip tightened,
“It’s only natural for in-laws to have a poor relationship.”
But Duke Sefra, who was actually being shaken, remained unfazed.
“Who’s an in-law, who!”
In the end, Duke Sorpel’s furious roar echoed resoundingly through the Garden.
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Finally one moment when I gward him speak and 2 secs of romance i hope next few chapters are about their romance not her helping ot earning money