A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 50

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Camilla seized the moment of Professor JB’s flinch and kicked him with all her might.
Thwack!
“Ugh!”
The man tumbled to the side more easily than expected.
But he immediately scrambled to his feet and lunged at Camilla again.
He couldn’t afford to let this plan fall apart!
Whoosh!
Yet his advance was blocked once more. Camilla had hurled something at him.
It was the enchanted bracelet Ravi had gifted her not long ago.
“This is—!”
Bound in chains in an instant, Professor JB’s bewilderment was written plainly across his face.
“Cough, cough—”
Only then did Camilla break into a fit of dry coughing.
‘It’s all your fault! All because of you!’
“Damn it….”
‘If you just weren’t here! If you just didn’t exist…!’
She hastily wiped her eyes. Her hands trembled slightly as she bit her lip hard.
It’s fine. Calm down.
I’m not that frightened child anymore.
Camilla repeated this mantra to herself over and over. It was the incantation she cast whenever moments like this arose.
When she’d filmed that thriller movie in the past, the shoot had fallen apart then too.
The moment she faced the criminal, she couldn’t deliver her lines or react at all. Her entire body had frozen, resulting in countless retakes.
She’d thought she’d erased those childhood memories long ago, but that experience had made it abundantly clear.
It wasn’t a wound that could simply be forgotten.
In the end, she’d gritted her teeth and finished filming, but the following days had been mentally grueling.
And now was no different. Despite her resolve, the trembling refused to subside easily.
“Sigh.”
After a moment, she exhaled deeply and finally turned her gaze to Professor JB, bound on one side.
‘How is he so strong?’
If she’d been even slightly slower, it could have ended catastrophically. He looked frail, but his strength was far more formidable than she’d anticipated.
“How….”
Professor JB muttered in confusion.
He’d definitely finished the tea—so how had she remained conscious?
“What? You tampered with the tea?”
Camilla clicked her tongue softly, understanding what he was puzzling over.
“I gathered some information beforehand.”
From your sister.
Amy, who had been withholding information about Professor JB, finally revealed everything after hearing Camilla’s plan.
Thanks to that, Camilla had taken an antidote to his sedative in advance and was able to enter his home.
“Oh dear.”
He clicked his tongue softly.
“Did you already know? What I would do?”
Though my entire body was bound tight, I remained composed.
“It did seem odd. You suddenly offered to help with my research.”
When Camilla showed no signs of taking the bait he’d cast, Professor JB considered whether he should change targets.
But then she came to him offering to help with his work. He’d felt a twinge of suspicion, yet proceeded anyway.
After all, Camilla was a target he desperately wanted to eliminate.
“What a shame.”
Professor JB’s eyes as he gazed at Camilla were filled with regret.
“It could have made us both happy.”
“What nonsense.”
Happy? Who? Me?
“It must be so difficult for you. Living with a fake family—I understand how hard it is.”
Professor JB continued methodically, as if persuading me, even offering a smile at the corners of his mouth.
“Isn’t life painful for you?”
“So you killed those people because of that?”
Professor JB’s eyes widened slightly.
“How did you…?”
He’d left no evidence whatsoever, so he was bewildered at how Camilla could possibly know this fact.
“Sigh.”
After a moment of shock, his expression settled back into composure with a short exhale.
“It was what they wanted.”
His voice was resolute, without a shred of doubt.
Now that his crimes were exposed, his expression actually grew more at ease. The fact that there was nothing left to hide seemed to comfort him.
“They were not living happy lives. I simply ended their terrible suffering for them.”
Camilla found herself at a loss for words.
‘I’ve never seen such a lunatic.’
This was absurd. He’d committed all this for such a trivial reason?
[It’s because of me.]
The voice of Amy, the female student ghost, came from somewhere—I wasn’t sure when she’d arrived. Perhaps she’d come early knowing what would happen here and hidden herself.
She sighed repeatedly as she looked at Professor JB.
[He suffered too much pain from my death.]
“What more nonsense are you spouting?”
At the sight of Camilla suddenly shouting at empty space, Professor JB’s gaze turned puzzled.
But Camilla paid him no mind. What did it matter how that fool perceived her?
[He thought my death was all his fault.]
“And what does that have to do with murder?”
[Didn’t he need an escape route?]
“What?”
An escape route?
[I wonder if I’ve been giving myself absolution. Rationalizing that living isn’t always about happiness.]
“….”
In other words, to defend against the pain of my sibling’s death, to grant myself forgiveness, I’ve been committing these atrocities.
“Shut your mouth.”
[Camilla….]
“One fool spouting nonsense is more than enough.”
Camilla clicked her tongue softly at Amy’s attempt to defend her brother.
“Your brother is nothing but a murderer.”
What? An escape route? A defense mechanism?
Murder is simply murder. Nothing more, nothing less.
Leaving Amy deflated in her wake, Camilla approached Professor JB. He regarded her with an enigmatic gaze.
“As I suspected, you have considerable problems. Psychological ones. All stemming from the lack of familial love-”
“Stop barking.”
Who was calling whom insane.
“Who said that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Who told you that dying would be happier?”
“Isn’t it obvious? How could enduring such suffering from family be happiness? Why do you think people abandon their lives?”
Professor JB clicked his tongue softly, as though bewildered by her reasoning, but Camilla seized his head firmly with one hand.
“Ugh!”
Camilla wrenched his hair harder, forcing him to meet her gaze directly.
“Why do you get to decide that.”
“What?”
“Why do you get to determine whether their lives are happy or not.”
“That’s…!”
“Who said so?”
Camilla posed the same question again.
“Who said they wanted to die?”
“As I’ve said, death is preferable to enduring such suffering-”
“Miss Dubraye, whom you killed, had a man she loved. They had promised to marry after graduation. She was about to leave home soon.”
Cutting off Professor JB’s endless repetition, Camilla continued calmly.
“Miss Luri was sponsoring the Orphanage where she once lived with her monthly allowance. She had younger siblings there whom she cherished like her own life.”
The spirits whose names were called turned their gaze toward her.
For the first time, those women—who had abandoned all hope and mindlessly followed the man who killed them—showed a reaction.
“Miss Rotiel had been saving money since childhood to start a business. She dreamed of leaving home the moment she graduated from the Academy and living life on her own terms.”
As Camilla’s words continued, tears welled in the women’s eyes. Meanwhile, the composure Professor JB had maintained began to crumble.
The very foundation he had clung to—his conviction that these women had no happy future—was collapsing.
“That… that can’t be!”
He had built relationships with them and heard many stories, including tales of their abuse.
But he had never heard the stories Camilla was telling now.
“Stop lying!”
His voice rose for the first time.
“Lying? You don’t trust the intelligence network of the Sorpel Duchy? I can show you the investigation results right now. Should I bring Miss Dubraye’s boyfriend here? Once he learns all the facts, he’ll want to kill you on the spot. Or should I bring Miss Luri’s siblings from the Orphanage? They cry every night hearing that their sister is dead.”
Camilla stared directly into his trembling eyes and asked again.
“Who are you?”
“….”
“Who are you to arbitrarily judge whether they’re happy or not?”
“I, I….”
“If it’s still acceptable-”
Watching Professor JB struggle to form words, Camilla finally released her grip on his hair.
And then-
“Then I can also judge things arbitrarily as I see fit, right?”
She asked indifferently.
“From where I’m standing, you don’t look particularly happy with your life either.”
Before Professor JB could say anything more, Camilla undid the bracelet binding him. Instead, she brought it to his neck.
“Gasp!”
As the bracelet’s force crushed his throat, Professor JB collapsed. He fell to his knees on the ground, whimpering in pain.
“P, please… Hack!”
“Are you seriously asking me to spare you right now?”
“I, I beg… please…!”
This bastard is truly pathetic.
“How can you ask to be spared?”
After killing so many people yourself.
“Please… I, I beg… cough….”
As his face turned blue, Camilla casually waved her hand to release the bracelet.
She then stepped closer to him, her expression still emotionless.
“Are you happy? You said it would be better to die than live like that.”
“Ugh… cough!”
“How does it feel, having come to the brink of death?”
Do you really think you saved them?
Do you truly believe those who died by your hand left this world without a single regret?
From him, sprawled on the ground with tears, snot, and saliva streaming down his face, an answer would be difficult to extract. And I had no desire to hear one anyway.
Camilla clicked her tongue and turned her head away.
“Rube.”
In an instant.
The moment her call fell, a figure emerged from the shadows. A butler… no, it was Rube, the leader of Black Shadow.
“The recording orb?”
“It’s been installed over there.”
At Rube’s words, Camilla approached a potted plant placed to the side.

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