A fortune-telling princess

Even as Ludville’s sword severed their limbs and pierced their stomachs, and Arsion’s magic engulfed them in flames, the enemies refused to let go of their swords.

Not a single scream escaped their lips, nor did their expressions waver. All they did was relentlessly launch attacks, heedless of their own destruction.

It was only when their heads were severed that they stopped moving, collapsing like puppets with their strings cut.

‘What… are those zombie-like things?’

Camilla gaped, her mouth slightly open in shock at the bizarre sight before her.

The others were no less bewildered. The way their enemies showed no reaction to pain left everyone deeply unsettled.

Well, not everyone.

“They don’t seem to react to being stabbed.”

“Go for their necks. That shuts them up.”

“I wonder if they’ll withstand fire magic.”

“If they lose both arms, they shouldn’t be able to attack.”

Crown Prince Edsen, Ludvill, Arsion, and Petro continued dispatching the enemies with unnerving calm, as though the strange behavior of their foes barely registered.

But most of the others were already trembling with fear. While they still held their swords, they couldn’t swing them properly.

‘On top of that, there are just too many of them.’

The enemies, dressed identically, kept flooding in like an endless tide. It was enough to make anyone lose their nerve. Where had so many people been hiding, only to appear all at once?

“Ugh!”

“Ahh!”

Groans of pain began rising from all sides as the enemies’ swords found their marks, and wounded fighters started to pile up.

Camilla, too, felt the icy grip of fear tightening around her. How could she possibly fight against such enemies? She couldn’t even bring herself to kill a rabbit, so how could she take a human life?

But…

“Zeno.”

If it were him, things would be different.

“I’ll accept the consequences for two weeks.”

[What?]

Better for her to be bedridden for a few days than to watch people die.

“Go wild.”

[…….]

Camilla picked up a sword that had fallen nearby.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Ravi’s voice rang out, but she ignored him. Zeno’s lips curved into a faint smirk as he moved closer.

[I won’t hold back, then.]

Her senses faded. The fear that had gripped her moments ago was replaced by a wave of pure exhilaration and excitement.

As Zeno took over, she felt no revulsion, no horror as her sword cut through enemies. She simply swung and swung, her movements driven entirely by Zeno’s madness.

She could feel the shocked gazes of the people around her, but they didn’t matter. Right now, she was entirely immersed in letting Zeno revel in this moment.

‘He really is going all out.’

Camilla chuckled inwardly.

‘Not bad.’

She decided to forget the inevitable pain that would come later.

“How is Lady Camilla…”

No one was more stunned than Petro. The sight of Camilla wielding the Jabilon family’s swordsmanship—more skillfully and fiercely than even him—was enough to leave him speechless.

Ludville, who had already experienced her unexpected skills during their duel, was equally captivated. This was an entirely different side of her.

“What the…”

Arsion, too, stared at her in disbelief.

The Camilla who had been dismissed as hopeless at swordsmanship and the one cutting down enemies so effortlessly before their eyes seemed like two completely different people.

“Oh my god.”

“Lady Camilla is…”

The others were no different, their gazes fixed on her as she tore through the enemies without hesitation.

“What are you doing?!”

Crown Prince Edsen’s commanding voice snapped everyone out of their daze.

The previously paralyzed fighters adjusted their grips on their swords. Even those who had been consumed by fear now had fire in their eyes.

If a frail noblewoman could fight so fiercely, how could they, as knights, do any less?

Inspired by Camilla’s overwhelming presence, they threw themselves into battle with renewed determination.

“This is insane!”

Ravi, however, was the only one cursing under his breath.

He was losing his mind trying to cover her.

As Camilla relentlessly swung her sword, ignoring minor injuries and throwing herself into the fray, Ravi had to bombard the approaching enemies with magic to keep her safe.

“She’s going to hurt herself at this rate!”

The chilling sound of a blade cutting through flesh snapped Ravi’s head around. He froze.

Someone had approached him unnoticed, a sword aimed at his chest.

But the enemy’s head was already severed, their lifeless body collapsing to the ground.

Behind the falling corpse stood a man holding a bloodied sword.

“You…”

“Well, well.”

Clicking his tongue softly, the man spoke. It was none other than Dorman, Camilla’s attendant.

“This is improper of me. It seems I’ve earned another demerit.”

Sighing lightly, Dormant offered an apologetic smile.

“But I couldn’t stand by while Lord Ravi was in danger. I suspect Lady Camilla would be deeply saddened if something were to happen to you. Blood ties, after all, are hard to ignore.”

With that cryptic remark, Dormant turned his gaze away, no longer showing any interest in the battle. He simply stood beside Ravi, quietly watching Camilla.

“…….”

Ravi couldn’t utter a word.

Who is this man?

Questions surged through his mind, but in the chaos of the moment, all he could do was stare dumbfoundedly at Dorman.