Unlike other gypsy astrology houses that moved with their tents, the interior of the shop was neat and tidy like a coffee house.
However, the silk curtains that blocked out the outside light, the black carpet, and the soft lighting from the silver candlesticks made this space look as mysterious as any astrology house.
In the middle of it all, a woman holding a crystal ball sat on a sofa. The softly glowing celestial chart painted with luminous paint made for a strangely majestic sight.
“Nice to meet you, Gisela?”
Paula, trying not to be overwhelmed, greeted her confidently first.
But the woman with her mouth covered with a veil did not greet her and just looked at Paula quietly.
The woman's ornate forehead ornament, silver necklace, and purple dress reminded her of a dancer. If she had been more exposed, she would have really looked like a dancer.
The unfamiliar attire added to the sense of mystery.
“Sit down. I think I can see your future clearly.”
'I knew it!'
Paula sat down on the sofa excitedly. But once she sat down, she was annoyed that Gisela ignored her greeting.
“What is your name?”
“Oh my. If you’re an astrologer, shouldn’t you at least get the names right?”
The reason she started a fight was to gain the upper hand. Usually, when this happens, people who are embarrassed try to make excuses. That's how she seizes the opportunity to win the fight.
But Gisela pressed her in a sharp voice.
“You were born with the fate of not being able to call your mother ‘mother’, so how dare you pick a fight with me?”
A heavy and clear voice. A voice like a witch's urging.
Plus, that freaking stuff.
“Huh! How on earth did you know-?”
When her mother got married, her maternal grandfather, a moneylender, killed every human being who knew of Paula's existence.
The only people who knew this secret were her grandfather, her mother, and Paula herself, so she was truly a fortune teller.
“I felt sorry for those born with such a worthless future, so I tried to change their fate, but now they’re acting so arrogantly! Get out of my space right now!”
“Yes, I was wrong! I was wrong! I won’t be so cocky again! My name is Paula.”
“You don’t even know the water! Even the crystal ball is angry!”
As she said this, Gisela made Paula kneel before the crystal ball.
“Keep saying you’re sorry until the crystal ball’s anger wears off!”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was really wrong. Please don’t be angry.”
Soon the color of the crystal ball changed from red to blue.
“Yes. Now I’m going to help you, Paula.”
“Oh, thank you! Thank you!”
By the time she sat back down on the sofa, she had already lost the fight, but Paula was so overwhelmed by the thought that Gisela was a real astrologer that she forgot about the fight.
“Yes. The crystal ball said that the reason you came here was because of your mother’s husband.”
“Oh, how. You can even see that?”
"Then."
Gisela, with a serious expression, shuffled the tarot cards and read various fortunes for a while. Then she said as if she found it interesting.
“You, have missed your destiny to become a noble? You will remain a maid forever.”
Paula swallowed hard. She had come here on the off chance that she might get a chance, but before she came here, she had thought that astrologers could not be real.
Paula lived a life she couldn't even confide in her friends. It wasn't the first time she had turned to astrology.
But the astrologers she's met so far have always been nothing more than scammers who pretend to see through people and tell them what they want to hear.
“Your mother’s future is also a mess. Tsk tsk. I can see a future where her life is eaten away by her husband and he becomes a parasite. She is a person who easily forgets gratitude.”
“That’s right, that’s right! Thanks to my mother’s dowry, he was able to avoid bankruptcy, but now he's forgotten that and he's ignoring her!”
“Oh. That first dowry is what tangled up her fate. Her husband was supposed to go bankrupt, and your mother should have become noble. Your mother’s husband, runs a pharmaceutical company, right? Your mother’s fate started to get twisted like this when her dowry was included.”
But Gisela was different. Not just a passing fad, but it was as if she was truly seeing destiny.
'If it's a research institute that my mother's dowry went into...'
“There’s a difficult-to-understand concept called Feng Shui on the eastern continent across the sea. To put it simply, that research institute blocked your mother’s fate and changed her fortune to her husband.”
“I heard that there was a place that my mother built when she got married.”
Paula swallowed hard, her suspicions about Gisela already beginning to melt away.
“Paula, this building is swallowing up your destiny as well. You were originally destined to become a noble, but your father stole that from you. The man who should have gone bankrupt stole your destiny from you and your mother. If this continues, you will live a harsh life where you will have to call your mother ‘Madam’ for the rest of your life.”
Fate. There was an overwhelming sense of power in the words uttered by the one who saw through her secrets and her future.
“Paula, do you know what your only luck is? You met me. This meeting will free your destiny.”
Paula had no idea what a huge trap this was.
Gisela's costume. The interior. Even the cheap magic tools disguised as crystal balls.
“I will make you a true noble. A noble much more proper than the adopted children you were always jealous of and envious of.”
That everything was a trap set by Odette to lure Paula into a predetermined future.
Today is the day Karl is escorted to the Count's house.
Odette took great care in choosing her going-out outfit, deliberately choosing colors that reminded her of Karl.
Crimson dress, red jewelry, black shoes.
She was sitting on the sofa in the small toilette room, dressed in that splendid and aristocratic attire.
“How about drying your hair like this?”
Lise carefully rolled Odette's platinum hair with a hot iron.
“Yeah. I like this one better. The clothes are flashy, and the curls suit my hair better.”
She knew Ferdinand would hate it so much, but she didn't have to worry too much.
Because she was planning to lie and say that it was a gift from his mother anyway.
'It's comfortable because the mother and son are equally proud and stupid.'
Ferdinand probably wanted his mother to bend. He probably thought she had no choice but to bend since he had taken away her right to manage the property.
His mother should have said sorry to Ferdinand, at least for the money.
But there was a variable that Odette had created: paintings whose prices had risen terribly.
'Because I chose the paintings that will make you money the fastest.'
The prices of paintings, which had already risen several times, were now rising dozens of times due to the artist's death the day before yesterday.
There is no need to bend her pride since Maleah has already pointed out a few more paintings worth buying.
'These days, my mother only spends time in her room or at the gallery with her people, right?'
After losing her right to appoint people, the Countess became even more secluded in her room. This was because she hated seeing Mrs. Becker acting so out of place.
Lately, Mrs. Becker has been walking around the mansion in fancy dresses, shedding her dark green and navy blue clothes.
It was a very aristocratic color, reminiscent of a Countess's dress.
'It was worth buying and giving her several dresses and jewels, pretending they were gifts from my father.'
It was a sight to behold, with her neck held high and her authority swung about, though it was only a slight provocation to her vanity.
Mrs. Becker was so absorbed in playing madam, wielding her two powers with gusto, that she had no thought of keeping an eye on Odette.
Thanks to this, the only things that bother Odette these days are Ferfinand, who comes into her room to interfere, and Mengele, who she has to deal with every day.
“Young lady, your beauty is truly frightening these days. How did your skin become so white and smooth?”
To be precise, she's talking about expensive whitening injections that pretend to be Mengele.
“Yes, enough with the flattery. Could you please tie the ribbon behind my waist?”
“I’m not your father?!”
Lise smoothed Odette's clothes as if she was being unfairly treated.
That was when.
Bang!
However, the silk curtains that blocked out the outside light, the black carpet, and the soft lighting from the silver candlesticks made this space look as mysterious as any astrology house.
In the middle of it all, a woman holding a crystal ball sat on a sofa. The softly glowing celestial chart painted with luminous paint made for a strangely majestic sight.
“Nice to meet you, Gisela?”
Paula, trying not to be overwhelmed, greeted her confidently first.
But the woman with her mouth covered with a veil did not greet her and just looked at Paula quietly.
The woman's ornate forehead ornament, silver necklace, and purple dress reminded her of a dancer. If she had been more exposed, she would have really looked like a dancer.
The unfamiliar attire added to the sense of mystery.
“Sit down. I think I can see your future clearly.”
'I knew it!'
Paula sat down on the sofa excitedly. But once she sat down, she was annoyed that Gisela ignored her greeting.
“What is your name?”
“Oh my. If you’re an astrologer, shouldn’t you at least get the names right?”
The reason she started a fight was to gain the upper hand. Usually, when this happens, people who are embarrassed try to make excuses. That's how she seizes the opportunity to win the fight.
But Gisela pressed her in a sharp voice.
“You were born with the fate of not being able to call your mother ‘mother’, so how dare you pick a fight with me?”
A heavy and clear voice. A voice like a witch's urging.
Plus, that freaking stuff.
“Huh! How on earth did you know-?”
When her mother got married, her maternal grandfather, a moneylender, killed every human being who knew of Paula's existence.
The only people who knew this secret were her grandfather, her mother, and Paula herself, so she was truly a fortune teller.
“I felt sorry for those born with such a worthless future, so I tried to change their fate, but now they’re acting so arrogantly! Get out of my space right now!”
“Yes, I was wrong! I was wrong! I won’t be so cocky again! My name is Paula.”
“You don’t even know the water! Even the crystal ball is angry!”
As she said this, Gisela made Paula kneel before the crystal ball.
“Keep saying you’re sorry until the crystal ball’s anger wears off!”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was really wrong. Please don’t be angry.”
Soon the color of the crystal ball changed from red to blue.
“Yes. Now I’m going to help you, Paula.”
“Oh, thank you! Thank you!”
By the time she sat back down on the sofa, she had already lost the fight, but Paula was so overwhelmed by the thought that Gisela was a real astrologer that she forgot about the fight.
“Yes. The crystal ball said that the reason you came here was because of your mother’s husband.”
“Oh, how. You can even see that?”
"Then."
Gisela, with a serious expression, shuffled the tarot cards and read various fortunes for a while. Then she said as if she found it interesting.
“You, have missed your destiny to become a noble? You will remain a maid forever.”
Paula swallowed hard. She had come here on the off chance that she might get a chance, but before she came here, she had thought that astrologers could not be real.
Paula lived a life she couldn't even confide in her friends. It wasn't the first time she had turned to astrology.
But the astrologers she's met so far have always been nothing more than scammers who pretend to see through people and tell them what they want to hear.
“Your mother’s future is also a mess. Tsk tsk. I can see a future where her life is eaten away by her husband and he becomes a parasite. She is a person who easily forgets gratitude.”
“That’s right, that’s right! Thanks to my mother’s dowry, he was able to avoid bankruptcy, but now he's forgotten that and he's ignoring her!”
“Oh. That first dowry is what tangled up her fate. Her husband was supposed to go bankrupt, and your mother should have become noble. Your mother’s husband, runs a pharmaceutical company, right? Your mother’s fate started to get twisted like this when her dowry was included.”
But Gisela was different. Not just a passing fad, but it was as if she was truly seeing destiny.
'If it's a research institute that my mother's dowry went into...'
“There’s a difficult-to-understand concept called Feng Shui on the eastern continent across the sea. To put it simply, that research institute blocked your mother’s fate and changed her fortune to her husband.”
“I heard that there was a place that my mother built when she got married.”
Paula swallowed hard, her suspicions about Gisela already beginning to melt away.
“Paula, this building is swallowing up your destiny as well. You were originally destined to become a noble, but your father stole that from you. The man who should have gone bankrupt stole your destiny from you and your mother. If this continues, you will live a harsh life where you will have to call your mother ‘Madam’ for the rest of your life.”
Fate. There was an overwhelming sense of power in the words uttered by the one who saw through her secrets and her future.
“Paula, do you know what your only luck is? You met me. This meeting will free your destiny.”
Paula had no idea what a huge trap this was.
Gisela's costume. The interior. Even the cheap magic tools disguised as crystal balls.
“I will make you a true noble. A noble much more proper than the adopted children you were always jealous of and envious of.”
That everything was a trap set by Odette to lure Paula into a predetermined future.
***
Today is the day Karl is escorted to the Count's house.
Odette took great care in choosing her going-out outfit, deliberately choosing colors that reminded her of Karl.
Crimson dress, red jewelry, black shoes.
She was sitting on the sofa in the small toilette room, dressed in that splendid and aristocratic attire.
“How about drying your hair like this?”
Lise carefully rolled Odette's platinum hair with a hot iron.
“Yeah. I like this one better. The clothes are flashy, and the curls suit my hair better.”
She knew Ferdinand would hate it so much, but she didn't have to worry too much.
Because she was planning to lie and say that it was a gift from his mother anyway.
'It's comfortable because the mother and son are equally proud and stupid.'
Ferdinand probably wanted his mother to bend. He probably thought she had no choice but to bend since he had taken away her right to manage the property.
His mother should have said sorry to Ferdinand, at least for the money.
But there was a variable that Odette had created: paintings whose prices had risen terribly.
'Because I chose the paintings that will make you money the fastest.'
The prices of paintings, which had already risen several times, were now rising dozens of times due to the artist's death the day before yesterday.
There is no need to bend her pride since Maleah has already pointed out a few more paintings worth buying.
'These days, my mother only spends time in her room or at the gallery with her people, right?'
After losing her right to appoint people, the Countess became even more secluded in her room. This was because she hated seeing Mrs. Becker acting so out of place.
Lately, Mrs. Becker has been walking around the mansion in fancy dresses, shedding her dark green and navy blue clothes.
It was a very aristocratic color, reminiscent of a Countess's dress.
'It was worth buying and giving her several dresses and jewels, pretending they were gifts from my father.'
It was a sight to behold, with her neck held high and her authority swung about, though it was only a slight provocation to her vanity.
Mrs. Becker was so absorbed in playing madam, wielding her two powers with gusto, that she had no thought of keeping an eye on Odette.
Thanks to this, the only things that bother Odette these days are Ferfinand, who comes into her room to interfere, and Mengele, who she has to deal with every day.
“Young lady, your beauty is truly frightening these days. How did your skin become so white and smooth?”
To be precise, she's talking about expensive whitening injections that pretend to be Mengele.
“Yes, enough with the flattery. Could you please tie the ribbon behind my waist?”
“I’m not your father?!”
Lise smoothed Odette's clothes as if she was being unfairly treated.
That was when.
Bang!
The door to the toilet room opened with a sound.
Support Novellate!
Comments
Post a Comment