A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 65

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Even as Ludvil’s blade severed arms and pierced bellies, even as Arsian’s magic set their entire bodies ablaze, the enemies refused to release their swords from their grasp until the very end.
Without so much as a scream, their expressions unmoved, they continued their assault with relentless fury.
Scrape!
“Kyaaaagh!”
“The neck, aim for the neck! The neck, you idiot! Don’t stab randomly—target the neck!”
“Uaaaagh! P-please… save me…!”
They only fell after their necks were severed. Only when head and body parted ways did they cease all movement, like puppets with their strings cut.
‘What are these zombie-like things?’
Camilla’s mouth fell open at the sight of these inhuman, grotesque creatures.
The others shared her sentiment. Everyone was bewildered by enemies who felt no pain.
Of course, there were exceptions.
“They show little reaction even when stabbed by blades.”
“Attack the neck. They’ll go quiet.”
“I’m curious if they’ll survive flame magic unscathed.”
“Without both arms, they won’t be able to attack, will they?”
Crown Prince Edsen, Ludvil, Arsian, and Petro remained composed, continuing to engage the enemies methodically.
But the others were already gripped by fear. They held their blades but couldn’t wield them properly.
‘And there are far too many of them.’
Dressed identically, enemies poured forth endlessly—enough to exhaust anyone. Where in the world had they been hiding?
“Ugh!”
“Argh!”
Pained groans echoed from all directions. Sure enough, those struck by enemy blades began to mount.
Camilla felt the same terror.
How could she possibly fight them? She couldn’t even kill a rabbit—how could she kill a person?
But…
“Zeno.”
With him, things were different.
“I’ll endure two weeks of illness.”
[What?]
Wasn’t it better for her to suffer a few days of bedridden agony than for people to die?
“Go wild as much as you wish.”
[…]
Camilla picked up a fallen blade from the ground.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
Ravi’s voice reached her, but she ignored it. The corners of Zeno’s mouth, drawing near to her, curved upward ever so slightly.
[I shall not refuse.]
* * *
Sensation vanished. As if fear had never existed, joy and exhilaration flooded through her entire being.
Even as enemies fell to her blade, not a trace of horror crossed her mind.
Entrusting everything to the frenzied Zeno, she swung her sword again and again.
I felt the startled gazes upon me, but it hardly mattered. For now, I simply entrusted everything to Zeno and savored this moment.
‘He’s really letting loose, isn’t he.’
Camilla let out a soft laugh.
‘Not bad at all.’
I chose to forget, for now, the pain that would come later.
“Miss Camilla, how are you…”
The person most shocked by this sight was naturally Petro.
Camilla wielded the Jebillen Family’s swordsmanship with such fluency and intensity—far surpassing his own—that it was enough to stun him completely.
Ludvil, who had already experienced Camilla’s swordsmanship before, couldn’t tear his eyes away from her either. She was entirely different from how she fought during their sparring match.
“What?”
Arsian also stared blankly at Camilla.
He couldn’t believe that the dull-witted swordswoman whom all the Swordsmanship Instructors had given up on was the same person standing before him now.
“Good heavens.”
“M-Miss Camilla…”
The others felt the same way. They all watched in stunned silence as Camilla cut down her enemies without hesitation.
“What are you doing!”
At that moment, Crown Prince Edsen’s sharp rebuke snapped them back to their senses.
Those who had been dazed gripped their swords again. Even those who had been afraid now had a different fire in their eyes.
If even a delicate lady could fight like that, then surely we knights could…!
Emboldened by Camilla’s overwhelming martial prowess, they rushed forward to meet their enemies with their blades.
“Insane! Hey, Camilla!”
There was only one person cursing at the sight of Camilla like this—Ravi.
He was too preoccupied pouring magic onto the enemies approaching Camilla’s vicinity.
The way she swung her sword without even minding the trivial attacks looked far too precarious to him.
“Watch your surroundings too!”
What if she got wounded! Once this is over, I swear I’m going to…!
A sickening sound echoed from behind.
Ravi spun around urgently. And froze solid.
An enemy had approached from behind and now aimed a blade directly at him. And…
“His… neck is gone?”
Before the words even finished, the headless corpse slowly toppled over.
Behind the falling body, a man holding a blood-stained sword suddenly appeared.
“You…”
“My, my.”
Dorman, Camilla’s Attendant, clicked his tongue softly.
“I shouldn’t have interfered like this… Another demerit has been added, it seems.”
With a brief sigh, he smiled helplessly.
“But if something were to happen to Master Ravi, I’m afraid Miss Camilla would be terribly sad. Perhaps this pull of blood is truly unavoidable?”
With those cryptic words, Dorman turned his gaze away.
He stood beside Ravi with no intention of engaging further in the battle, quietly observing Camilla.
“….”
Ravi couldn’t say a word.
What was this?
Countless questions flooded his mind, but in the current situation, all he could do was stare blankly at him.
Chapter. After the Tournament Ended
‘Damn it.’
Did I pass out again?
‘Haven’t I been fainting far too often lately?’
At this rate it’ll become a habit. A habit, indeed.
Camilla recalled what had happened just before losing consciousness.
After the battle ended, Ghost Zeno separated from her body and spoke with unmistakable relief.
[You did well.]
The surroundings had fallen deathly silent at that moment. Everyone stared at her in a daze. Well, after all that rampage.
‘The rumors will spread for quite some time.’
That the young lady of Duke Sorpel now wields a sword as well.
In any case, that was my last memory. I have no recollection of what came after. I simply lost consciousness again, just like before.
Now I need to come up with an excuse for this incident….
“You awake?”
Camilla blinked for a moment. Only then did she realize she was resting her head on someone’s lap.
“…Arsian?”
“How does your body feel?”
The moment she regained her senses, Camilla had been absorbed in the thought of ‘why on earth am I using this man as a pillow…?’ when Arsian’s question made her realize yet another fact.
“Huh?”
She felt almost no pain in her body.
Before, her muscles had screamed in agony with every breath, but now it was bearable.
‘Did my muscles adapt that quickly?’
That made no sense.
“You’re not completely healed yet. For now, magic is all I can do to dull the pain.”
“Ah….”
Only then did Camilla understand the situation. It seemed Arsian had cast healing magic on her.
‘But why am I using this man’s lap as a pillow?’
Embarrassed at doing this in front of so many people, Camilla immediately tried to sit up.
“Stay like that a bit longer. The healing isn’t complete yet.”
But Arsian gently pressed her head back down.
“No, I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine. Right now I’m barely suppressing the pain, so I need to keep casting healing magic. Otherwise you’ll pass out again from the pain.”
“But still….”
Maintaining this position for much longer was rather awkward.
Camilla glanced subtly around her surroundings.
‘We’ve moved locations?’
The surroundings were pristine. It was as if we had left the battlefield far behind—not a single corpse in sight.
And of course, I could see people stealing glances in my direction.
‘Sigh.’
Ah, whatever.
At this point, with a reputation as a mad noblewoman wielding a sword, what difference would one more rumor make?
“We should probably head down now.”
Shortly after, Crown Prince Edsen stepped forward. He seemed concerned about the situation below.
It was strange that no one had come looking for us despite such a massive commotion.
“Let’s move. There could be another attack.”
“Understood.”
The group agreed with Crown Prince Edsen’s words and rose to their weary feet. I too tried to push myself up.
A swift motion.
“…!”
But before I could, Arsian lifted me into his arms.
“What are you doing? I can walk.”
“I told you. I need to keep casting healing magic on you.”
“But like this? We’re going like this?”
“What’s the problem?”
“…”
There were far too many problems.
‘I’m usually shameless enough myself.’
I was learning for the first time just how embarrassing it could be to be held by someone.
‘And I was supposed to be the queen of romance dramas…’
During my acting career, I’d been held by men countless times. I’d been carried, lifted, embraced. I’d had men kneel before me without number.
So why did being held purely for the sake of healing magic feel so mortifying?
“I’ll just walk. You can keep casting the spell from beside me.”
Surely we don’t need to maintain this position? If you can cast magic while holding me like this, you can do it while supporting me as I walk, can’t you?
“This is easier. You’re the one being helped—why are you complaining?”
Fine. I decided to simply keep quiet.
Any further reaction would be overkill. It would only make the atmosphere more awkward.
And so I was carried by Arsian as we quickly left the Hunting Grounds. Ludvil and Ravi followed silently behind us.
The expressions on both their faces were unusually stiff, which made me deeply uncomfortable.
‘Did I make some kind of mistake?’
Since I’d left all the swordwork to Zeno, I honestly couldn’t remember exactly what I’d done moments ago.
Could Zeno have caused them some harm?
I glanced sideways at the ghost drifting beside me.
[What? Are you seriously doubting my skills right now?]
Seeing my anxious expression, Zeno continued in exasperation.
[Their expressions are bad because of this guy.]
‘This guy?’
Zeno was pointing directly at Arsian.
[If your brother lost, then that’s that.]
‘What?’
‘If this fellow can treat him better than I can, then hand him over to that one.’
‘….’
[End of discussion.]
…As expected, a man who’d forgotten all courtesy long ago.
Camilla exhaled a long sigh. She understood perfectly why Ravi was in such a foul mood.
She could fully comprehend why he despised Arsian so. How infuriating it must be to deal with someone so enamored with his own superiority.
‘Yet something feels off.’
That prideful Ravi simply accepted such words and backed down?
‘He’s the type who would have stubbornly insisted to the very end, never one to retreat so easily.’
And Ludvil—why was he looking so downcast as well?
She glanced at Zeno with a questioning look, but even he seemed shrouded in the same heavy atmosphere as Ravi, offering only a shrug in response.
“Gasp!”
“Look!”
“Ugh….”
Moments later, startled voices erupted from those walking ahead. Camilla lifted her gaze toward the front.
And found herself unable to react at all.

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