The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 108

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Chapter 108. The Star of the Founding Festival (3)

Clang.

Lloyd’s sword flew fiercely once again.

Edwin barely deflected the sword and spun around in a circle.

“Brother! You can’t lose!”

Emilia’s voice could be heard from afar.

‘Emilia, your brother’s role is to lose.’

He wanted to answer his sister, but there was no time for that.

Edwin knelt on one knee as if collapsing to the floor for his next move.

At that moment, his gaze met beautiful green eyes.

‘Bridget.’

Today, Bridget was particularly beautiful.

She was looking at him with worried eyes, her hands clasped together.

“…Huh.”

“What did you say?”

Lloyd looked strangely at Edwin, who was suddenly muttering to himself.

Then he immediately gripped his sword properly to deliver the final blow.

Since the original sword dance was supposed to end after about two more exchanges anyway, no one would think it strange if it ended a little earlier. They would just assume some moves had been skipped.

“Let’s finish this…”

“No!”

At that moment, Edwin’s eyes widened as he charged at Lloyd.

“Wh-what!”

Startled, Lloyd hastily thrust his sword forward.

The moment the two princes’ swords clashed, Lloyd was pushed back.

It was because Edwin had pushed him back with pure strength alone.

“What are you doing!”

Lloyd snapped with a flustered face.

“Are you trying to ruin the performance…”

“I thought this would be much more interesting, brother.”

Indeed, he didn’t want to lose so easily like this.

Though he had accepted the losing role, he wanted to fulfill his duty properly before losing.

Not this role of being helplessly defeated by falling into such a ridiculous scheme.

“It’s boring.”

Edwin showed his pearly white teeth in a bright smile.

His face glistened with sweat.

“If the Evil Dragon loses easily.”

The Evil Dragon was the final obstacle the First Emperor had to overcome to found the Empire.

So it was the ‘Evil Dragon’s’ duty to block the First Emperor’s path with all its might.

“Don’t worry, brother.”

Edwin smiled brightly, his eyes sparkling.

“I’ll do my absolute best to lose magnificently.”

Thus, the Evil Dragon spread its wings.

Edwin abandoned his defensive stance and launched an aggressive offensive.

His sword strikes showed the basic movements of the 3rd Army Knights.

But they were much more precise and faster than those of the knights.

“Gah!”

Lloyd was half out of his mind from the attacks raining down on him.

Just focusing on not dropping his sword was difficult enough.

Meanwhile, Edwin’s attacks grew increasingly sharp.

“Haaa!”

“Urgh!”

But Lloyd was also born with talent for the sword.

Though he looked strained, Lloyd somehow managed to block all of his half-brother’s attacks.

‘The movements have become monotonous.’

If the Evil Dragon’s sword dance was originally flashy, Edwin’s sword dance was much more monotonous.

It couldn’t be helped since these were movements purely for attacking the opponent, not for looking beautiful.

Moreover, Edwin hadn’t been learning swordsmanship for very long.

Since he didn’t know many techniques, the movements themselves were bound to be monotonous.

“Stupid fool!”

Lloyd smiled triumphantly as he watched Edwin charging at him.

Then he mercilessly struck down the sword blade flying from waist to shoulder in reverse.

“Ah!”

Edwin momentarily lost his balance and staggered.

There was no way he would miss that opening.

“Die!”

Lloyd swung his practice sword at Edwin’s nape with an utterly cruel battle cry.

But the 2nd Prince’s blade was deflected by something.

Clang.

With a sharp metallic sound, Lloyd was pushed back a few steps.

“Wh-what?”

He looked around with a bewildered expression.

Edwin, who had fallen after losing his center of gravity, also looked confused.

“Why are they acting like that?”

“Did something go wrong?”

“No, I think the sword dance is over?”

The audience murmured as they watched the princes who had suddenly stopped moving.

No one in the banquet hall seemed to notice anything strange on the stage.

Except for one person standing at the very edge – The Previous Caretaker of the 3rd Prince.

* * *

‘Huh.’

I was confident that I wouldn’t be surprised by most things.

I stared in shock at the figure sitting across from me.

The King of Adamant, Kaiden Ram, was chatting pleasantly with envoys from other countries sitting beside him, wearing a good-natured smile.

‘This is absurd.’

I clearly saw it.

Kaiden had thrown the small fork in his hand to deflect Lloyd’s blade.

He threw it so fast it was barely visible to the naked eye, yet with enough force to push Lloyd back while he was holding his sword.

‘Anyone else who noticed…’

I thought there was no one, but there is one person.

I looked at Jerome, who was beside The Emperor.

He was glancing at Kaiden with the same disbelieving eyes as mine.

‘The fork flew completely off the stage.’

The fork Kaiden threw was probably buried somewhere under the table where the envoys were sitting.

The maids cleaning the Grand Banquet Hall would find it and just assume someone had dropped it.

‘This is strange.’

I watched Kaiden with furrowed brows.

‘There’s no way I wouldn’t know someone like that.’

They said The King of Adamant had just turned twenty.

If I had encountered him before I died, he would have been at most in his late teens.

‘A monster like that never showed his presence until then?’

Kaiden Ram.

With his appearance and skills, he would have stood out wherever he went.

If that were the case, information about him should have gradually reached Breath of the Angel as well.

‘I really don’t know.’

To think I know nothing about someone who knows me.

As a former head of an assassin group, it was embarrassing.

‘But what’s even more puzzling is.’

I narrowed my eyes.

‘Why did he help Edwin?’

If Kaiden hadn’t thrown that fork earlier, Lloyd’s sword would have properly struck Edwin’s neck.

‘Even though it’s a practice sword, the blade is as sharp as a real sword.’

Even if it wouldn’t have been a fatal injury threatening his life, it was a situation where he could have gotten a scar he’d carry for life.

The thought of a large wound on a prince’s neck and how many people would gossip about it was horrifying to imagine.

“Both of you are impressive.”

At that moment, The Emperor stepped in with a word as if to wrap up the situation.

“From the middle part, it was so intense I wondered if it was the same sword dance I knew.”

He cast a menacing glare toward Lloyd, who was standing there awkwardly.

Lloyd flinched and averted his gaze, as if wondering whether his mistake had been discovered.

“How gratifying that the princes put such effort into today’s entertainment. Especially…”

The Emperor’s gaze eventually turned to Edwin, who was sitting collapsed on the floor.

“The movements The 3rd Prince showed near the end of the sword dance were so fierce and dynamic, I thought I was seeing a real Evil Dragon.”

At the words about thinking he saw a real Evil Dragon, small laughter erupted from various parts of the envoy delegation.

Though the word Evil Dragon didn’t quite suit someone small and pretty like Edwin, everyone seemed to acknowledge that he had recreated the desperation and viciousness of The Evil Dragon, as The Emperor said.

“Well then, that concludes the entertainment the princes prepared, and now I hope you’ll enjoy the entertainment I’ve arranged.”

At The Emperor’s gesture, attendants came up and took Edwin and Lloyd away.

At the same time, numerous dancers came up onto the stage and performed graceful movements.

“Ahem, this is what a banquet should be like.”

“Bring out more wine!”

Apparently the dancers’ performances appealed more to the envoy delegation than the princes had.

Cheers erupted here and there, and loud calls for alcohol were exchanged.

Thus the night of the Founding Festival banquet was reaching its peak.

“But about Prince Edwin earlier. His movements were quite extraordinary, does he perhaps learn swordsmanship separately…”

“He seemed even better than Prince Lloyd…”

And that day, another topic arose among The Imperial Nobles.

“The Emperor himself praised him directly, didn’t he.”

The transformation of The 3rd Prince who became The Evil Dragon instead of a mutt.

After that day, several nobles whispered secretly.

That perhaps a seismic shift might occur in The Empire’s succession struggle.

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“Well now.”

Kaiden leaned against the doorframe and showed that languid smile of his.

“I didn’t expect you to visit again.”

“The other maids are busy with work.”

I looked up at Kaiden and answered indifferently.

“So please be satisfied with me tonight.”

“Our Caretaker makes remarks that could be greatly misunderstood by anyone listening, as if it’s nothing.”

How unfunny.

If he didn’t want to be misunderstood, he wouldn’t have been calling maids every night in the first place.

“I thought you were someone who didn’t care about being misunderstood.”

“That’s not wrong either.”

Kaiden stepped aside as if pleased with my attitude.

“Well, come in anyway.”

He crossed his arms and smiled broadly.

“You’re always welcome.”

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