The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 1

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Prologue. The Reaper Dies.

Whoooosh―

The sound of reeds swaying in the wind like waves echoed in my ears.

The poison that had spread throughout my body had long since blurred my vision.

The hot blood surging up from my stomach made it hard to breathe.

With my head buried in the filthy mud, I barely managed to lift my eyes.

The man I had trusted more than anyone in this world, the man I had loved more than anyone, was wearing a bitter smile.

“How does it feel to have your head buried in the Mud Pit, Kayla?”

To think that my one and only lover could speak with such a voice filled with malice.

And to think I only learned this fact when I was about to die.

It was almost laughable.

“Right, it must be hard to answer. I coated it with poison. You would know what kind of poison it is.”

Ian Angel.

My one and only lover and the vice-leader of the continent’s greatest assassination guild, ‘Breath of the Angel’.

‘Did I really not know?’

No, I actually knew that he was originally that kind of person.

Thorough, cold, and someone who only cared about the goals given to him.

I had simply hoped that I would always be an exception to him.

“I thought the Reaper wouldn’t die even if killed. Guess that wasn’t the case.”

Ian stepped on the dagger embedded in my back, pushing it deeper.

Then he crouched down and grabbed my face, forcing me to meet his eyes.

Hot flames burned within those ash-gray eyes that looked like ruins.

Once, I had loved those eyes madly, but now I resented them just as madly.

“Why, why…”

I barely managed to speak, hoping to at least hear a reason, but he only sneered.

“Well. Why indeed.”

Ian wore an expression I had never seen before as he quietly murmured.

“…You would know the reason better than anyone. Are you really asking because you don’t know?”

Was I going crazy if the face of the bastard who stabbed me in the back looked sad?

After staying still for a long while, he suddenly stood up abruptly.

Thanks to that, my face was half-buried in the mud again.

“Then take this opportunity to think carefully about why I’m doing this.”

A chill rose from his back as he turned away mercilessly.

“In the afterlife.”

As Ian turned and walked away, black shadows that had been standing behind him sprang into action.

Their movements were swift, as if they had been waiting for his command.

“Burn her. Leave no ashes behind.”

The black assassins approached me carrying torches.

One of them poured oil all over my body without leaving a drop.

“I-Ian, please…”

I tried to move my lips desperately, but pleas didn’t work on these bastards.

They threw their torches onto my body without hesitation.

The flames that fed on the oil blazed black as if they would burn me down to the bone.

Before I could even scream, I felt my entire body crumbling in an instant.

Whether it was unfortunate or fortunate, there was no pain thanks to the poison that had spread throughout my body.

‘Is this my end?’

For all the struggling I had done to survive, this was truly a wretched finale.

Finally, I slowly closed my eyes.

The day when the blade of the one I loved more than anything pierced through me.

The day when flames devoured my flesh that had not yet drawn its last breath.

I lost everything.

The organization I had devoted my entire life to.

The lover I had loved more than my own life.

My own life that had survived more tenaciously than anyone else’s.

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