A fortune-telling princess - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

‘Because that’s the way you’ve always carried yourself.’

She causes accidents wherever she goes and ruins the dukedom’s reputation . So The Duke of Sorpel, who had already closed her heart to her, doesn’t believe her words any longer.

‘Well, first…… .’

I have to regain the Duke Sorpel’s heart. Ravi, no matter what that bastard does, just gotta make sure that his shit doesn’t splash on me.

‘But how?’

He must already be truly tired of me.

[Look.]

‘She’s not even his real daughter.’

Even if his own biological daughter went around doing should such things, she would be thrown out  . As a step-daughter, who didn’t even share a drop of her blood with the duke, she had already brought down the family’s reputation!

[Hey, can’t you hear my voice?]

‘I would hate it too.’

Why did I fight with the other noble ladies by grabbing their hair?

[Look at me.]

‘Especially at a party with so many people.’

[Hey, can you hear me? Are you listening?]

‘Is there any better way?’

Should I go and get down on my knees and beg?

[You must have made eye contact with me last time. Hey, can you see me?]

“Yeah! So what? So what if I can see you?”

You’re making me go crazy!

Camila finally reacted to the old man, who had been looking at her for some time and kept talking to her.

‘I’ve been trying to ignore you!’

So many things to think about, but you keep chasing me so loudly, and it’s hard for me to ignore you any longer.

[Ah… I knew it!]

Ferrol, an old man dressed as a chef, trembled as if in shock.

“I’m not doing any favors.”

Looking at Ferrol, who was staring with a thrilled look, Camila decided to set her boundaries right away. There was nothing good about listening to such beings.

“Asking me to say something instead of you, or solving something… I won’t do things like this to let go of lingering feelings. I cannot.”

‘It’s not like I’m getting stoned to death for this’

It was very tiring, mentally and physically, to fulfill the wishes of the ghosts without being called a crazy bitch.

It’s best to just ignore it.

[I… Can you really see me?]

“I can’t, I can’t.”

[Amazing! Interesting! You can really see me! Can you hear my voice too?]

He’s not listening.

Camila shook her head, as she watched her old man run wild with excitement alone, not even pretending to heed her words.

‘This isn’t the time for me to be like this.’

Camila immediately cut her nerves from him. She didn’t know if sooner or later she herself, like that ghost, will roam the Nine Heavens. I have to somehow win the heart of Duke Sorpel… … .

“Argh! You don’t know what the duke likes, so what that’s got to do with me!”

There were not many points of contact between Camila and the duke. The only time to properly face each other was when she had accidents and was scolded by him.

Of course, I had no idea what he liked or what he liked.

[What does the Duke like?]

Then Ferrol’s voice came again. He smiled warmly as he approached her side of Camila before he knew it.

[I know very well what the duke likes.]

“… … !”

[I’ve been working here since my duke was a baby.]

Camila, who had been sitting helplessly in her seat, jumped up from her seat.

“Good sir!”

3. Let’s live

“Hmm.”

Early in the morning, Duke Sorpel went for a walk for the first time in a while.

Recently, he was busy with his official duties and had little free time, so he was enjoying the long-awaited free time.

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been here.’

The place he headed for was a garden full of gypsophila. The white flowers, spread wide as if covered in water gypsophila, were quite spectacular.

‘Hmm?’

It was at that moment. His eyes widened slightly as he walked slowly, appreciating the gypsophila moistened by the morning dew.

‘Camila?’

I saw a familiar figure in the distance.

Standing in the middle of the haze flower field and seeing her there, Duke Sorpel’s brow twisted.

‘I can’t believe that little brat again… … !’

Something like that had happened before. Camila had dug up and messed up the otherwise fine rose garden.

She kept her mouth shut, as always, and Camila made no excuses. It must have been something she did for no apparent reason.

At that time, I was able to just say that and move on. It’s a rose garden, there’s always time to replant the flowers again.

But not here. This haze flower field had a different meaning.

“Camila!”

Duchess Sorpel approached her quickly, calling her in a slightly harsh voice. Then he grabbed her shoulders, as she repeatedly bent over.

Patter.

“… … !”

Something Camila was holding fell to the floor at Duke Sorpel’s action. It was a gypsophila flower.

“Ah… … .”

Camila, who looked at Duke Sorpel with a slightly surprised expression, soon looked at the fallen gypsophila with a pitiful look.

Then she bent down and began to carefully pick up the fallen flowers one by one.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was picking flowers.”

“Flowers?”

Having picked up all of her gypsophila, Camila rose from her seat. Camila smiled faintly as she faced Duke Sorpel, who was wearing a puzzled expression.

“I want to decorate Father’s room.”

“In my room?”

“Yes.”

“… … .”

“Last time I saw it, the office looked so desolate.”

Duke Sorpel looked at Camila with very complicated eyes. She was picking flowers to decorate my office? What are you thinking all of a sudden? She’s never the sort of child to behave like this.

“Can’t I?”

Watching Camila carefully looking at him with her gypsophila in her arms, Duke Sorpel was speechless for a while. And then.

“Do whatever you want.”

He let out a short word of permission.

“Thank you!”

Camila’s face brightened in an instant. Duke Sorpel’s expression became even more strange.

“I’ll put it in a vase and bring it to you soon!”

With that said, Camila left her seat. Her smile deepened as she left her flower garden.

“Is it true that the Duke likes gypsophila?”

Camila muttered in her lowered voice. She had someone to answer the sound.

[That’s right, Miss Camila.]

He was Darrin, the butler’s ghost, with a body that looked so sleek that it was hard to think of him as an old man.

Shortly after talking to Ferrol, the ghost of her chef, he too came to visit Camila.

Derrin, the butler’s ghost, who had already heard everything from Ferrol, also decided to help Camila. He decided to tell her some useful information.

There was no reason he couldn’t help Camila, always an outsider in her duchy, when she was trying her best to impress her father.

The first step was the gypsophila flower.

[The late Lady Mother loved the gypsophila very much. That flower garden was also taken care of by the Lady Mother.]

By Lady Mother, he was referring to the long-dead mother of the duke.

[Thanks to that, the Duke regards the gypsophila as very special.]

Listening to Darrin’s words, Camila nodded her head softly. He didn’t seem to be lying.

The appearance of Duke Sorpel, who had been looking at him with a surprised look from a while ago, was definitely different from usual.

It was significant that when the Duke looked at Camila, she had caused a small ripple in his always indifferent gaze.

‘Well, looks like I have an opening now.’

Shall we move on to the next step?

* * *

“It’s not possible, my lady.”

Camila tutted and clicked her tongue at Gelard, who was blocking her as soon as she entered the kitchen. Camila realized once again how she was being treated here.

I mean, I am a princess. I am the daughter of a duke, even if not related by blood.

‘Shouldn’t you at least pretend to be thinking about it?’

When Camila asked that Chef Gelard if she could use her kitchen, he immediately shook his head without a second’s hesitation.

It was clear from the burning in his eyes that he harbored a grudge against her for disparaging and refusing his food the other day.

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous.”

“What is?”

“There are many dangerous items in the kitchen. If oil splashes on you, it will burn you. This is not a place for a lady to be.”

He says I shouldn’t do it because it’s dangerous, but that look in his eyes was like, ‘How dare you try to come in?’

The chef couldn’t bear the sight of people who didn’t even know the word ‘f’ in food come in and loiter around in his sanctified space, the kitchen.

“I’ll need to us it.”

“It’s dangerous, ma’am.”

He was just his repeating words with no creativity whatsoever.

“I have a meal that I have to make.”

“Tell me and I will make it for you.”

“It’s a meal that you don’t know how to make.”

“Excuse me?”

Gelard’s face, which was largely composed, turned red in an instant. He opened his mouth again after a while.

“Are you saying that you can make food that I can’t make?”

“Yeah.”

“Sigh… … .”

Gelard now laughed openly. There was no food in this world he couldn’t make. No, even if there were, there was no way she could make such food.

‘No.’

I guess I wouldn’t be able to make the garbage-like food that you lowly people eat. Are you trying to make some of the food you ate when you lived in that backwater?

“I see.”

After completing his own interpretation of food, Gelard sneaked out of the kitchen entrance. He didn’t know what kind of food Camila was making, but he was ready to laugh it off.

“Then let’s try.”

As he guided her through the maze of chopping boards and knives, Gelard warned those around her with her eyes. It was a silent threat not to help her with anything.

Can you even find ingredients properly in this spacious kitchen without their help?

Well, even without this warning, there was no one here to step out and help Camila.

“…….”

Camila examined a knife lying next to her chopping board and held it in her hand. She really liked how well the blade stood.

Swoop.

Gelard was taken aback when he saw Camila stride towards him with the knife in hand.

Do you really intend to threaten me with that knife? Maybe even stabme ? Seeing her usual behavior, that was more than plausible,

Bang!

“……!”

However, Camila, contrary to Gelard’s expectations, threw her knife down onto the nearby wooden board.

“Make a bet with me.”

“A bet, my lady?”

“If I make food that you are really satisfied with… … .”

“From your part, my lady?”

After a moment of panic, an absurd smile formed on Gelard’s face again. Are you being serious right now?