The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 122

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Chapter 122. 1st Prince, Adrian (3)

“What, marriage?”

It was a word too weighty for a child who hadn’t even had his coming-of-age ceremony to speak so lightly.

Adrian blinked blankly for a moment, then asked with his usual expressionless face.

“It sounds like you already have someone you want to marry.”

“Ah, yes. I, I do.”

At Edwin’s answer, Adrian’s eyes lit up with interest.

“Really? Who is it?”

“…Th, that is.”

Edwin broke into a cold sweat as he opened his mouth.

“Th, The Lordling Crowner.”

Though he stammered due to nervousness, his voice was clear.

Adrian’s mouth fell slightly open upon hearing his words.

Like someone who had just heard the most absurd story in the world.

“…”

At the same time, a terrifyingly long silence flowed.

While Edwin was looking around nervously, wondering if he had said something wrong.

“Bridget? That wild horse of a child?”

Adrian suddenly burst into hearty laughter.

“Ahahaha…”

Adrian laughed as if he might collapse at any moment.

Who would have thought that the 1st Prince, famous for always being quiet and mature, would burst into such loud laughter.

Edwin stared at his half-brother with a dumbfounded expression.

“Hah, you really are an interesting fellow, Edwin.”

Following his absurd dream of wanting to protect everyone, now he was revealing his grand ambition to marry his own cousin.

After laughing for a while, Adrian wiped away the tears that had formed at the corners of his eyes.

“Alright, that’s all fine. It’s all fine, but.”

He smiled at Edwin, who still had a dumbfounded look on his face.

“I think giving up on Bridget right now would be good for your mental health.”

“What?”

When Edwin suddenly looked shocked as if struck by lightning, Adrian waved his hand lightly.

“Don’t misunderstand. I don’t think you’re inadequate for Bridget. You’d certainly be better than someone like Lloyd.”

“Uh…”

“But you might end up living your life being led around not by her palm, but by her pinky finger.”

Adrian smiled crookedly while resting his chin on his hand.

“Do you still want to marry that child?”

“Yes! That’s fine with me!”

That it was fine with him.

At such a young age, he seemed to be completely smitten.

Adrian looked at the hopelessly innocent 3rd Prince and said.

“Edwin, do you understand what marriage means?”

The meaning of marriage?

Edwin thought for a moment, then answered simply.

“Living happily together, right?”

Being hopelessly naive was no different from being ignorant.

Adrian swallowed a sigh and continued speaking.

“…I don’t mean ordinary marriage, but royal marriage.”

Marriage among royalty and nobility was a kind of family business that had nothing to do with romantic feelings between the parties. Marriage was essentially a contract established solely for the interests of the families involved.

“And Bridget, that child is the greatest card the Crowner family possesses. She’s the duke’s daughter, The Empress’s niece, and destined to become the next empress. Saying you want to marry such a child means…”

If Edwin were a boy from an ordinary family, it could be dismissed as mere childish puppy love.

The problem was that he was the 3rd Prince of The Empire, and Bridget was The Lordling of House of Crowner.

“You’re saying you want to be united with a child destined to become the next empress. Do you understand what that means?”

He had heard something similar before.

From Bridget herself, no less.

“Is that all? If I become emperor, that child will cross over to the Eastern Continent and become the empress of the Khanate Empire.”

If the Bentrum Empire existed on the Western Continent, the Khanate Empire existed on the Eastern Continent.

Were it not for the Gabi Desert that divided the continent east and west, it would have been a truly formidable power that the Bentrum Empire would need to be most wary of.

“With the desert between us, there shouldn’t be any military conflicts with the Khanate unless something unexpected happens. But maintaining friendly relations with them, who control all the trade routes of the Eastern Continent, is one of our most important diplomatic duties.”

If the 1st Prince became emperor, Bridget was destined to go to the Eastern Continent for the sake of the Bentrum Empire’s well-being.

“Bridget is a clever child. Though she sometimes acts foolishly, she knows her own worth better than anyone.”

It wasn’t for nothing that she pretended to have such great interest in Eastern Continent culture.

She knew the expectations her family had for her.

The duke’s daughter, Bridget Crowner.

“That child is the darling of the ducal house. In many ways.”

Edwin quietly listened to the 1st Prince’s words.

Though he appeared dejected on the surface, he was far from it.

‘He really seems serious.’

Adrian smiled broadly, seeing Edwin’s eyes that still hadn’t lost their light.

“Well, it’s not like there’s no way around it.”

He smiled seeing Edwin perk up his ears at his words.

“Edwin, you said earlier that your dream was to become strong enough to protect your people. Right?”

“Yes.”

“But to protect your people in this place, you can’t just become strong. You need to become overwhelmingly strong.”

Even brilliant talent was useless if it was mediocre.

It was no different from a sword without a handle, or a jewel hung in The Display Cabinet without a cover.

In the end, it would either hurt its owner or catch others’ eyes and be stolen.

“The fact that the weak in the Imperial Palace aren’t treated as human regardless of their status is something you know best.”

Edwin’s face darkened as he recalled his old nickname, the dog-hair prince.

“But those with mediocre skills get dragged around here and there and meet miserable ends. They’d envy the position of the weak who don’t stand out.”

Adrian picked up another book that had been placed in front of him.

“Then what should you do to make that child you like into one of your people?”

He spoke to Edwin, who was looking directly at him.

“You need to become so strong that no one can object to your opinions.”

It was an obvious statement.

Adrian smiled kindly at his half-brother, who looked confused.

“Simply put, Edwin, it’s a problem that would be solved if you became emperor.”

At the word emperor, his heart felt like it was sinking.

Edwin pressed his lips tightly together.

‘Emperor, he says.’

He had once made a bold promise in front of Bridget.

That if becoming emperor was the only way to stay by her side, then that’s what he would do.

‘But.’

Realistically, for him as the 3rd Prince to become emperor was more difficult than plucking stars from the sky.

First, Prince Adrian, the legitimate eldest son of The Empress, was firmly holding his position.

Moreover, Lloyd, who was constantly eyeing his position, had the backing of the powerful maternal relatives, the House of Redcliffe.

“Haha, you look so unconfident…”

Adrian was laughing at Edwin’s serious face when he suddenly frowned.

He suddenly pulled out a handkerchief and covered his mouth.

Then, as if he had been waiting for it, he burst into violent coughing.

Cough, cough.

“Brother?”

It was a coughing sound that seemed to come from deep within.

Startled, Edwin rose from his seat and approached him.

Adrian’s coughing showed no signs of stopping.

“Br-Brother!”

Adrian’s complexion had already turned pale as if he might collapse at any moment.

Suddenly, the image of Emma dying came to mind.

Edwin turned pale and tried to rush out of the room.

“I-I’ll go call someone…”

Thud.

However, before he could take even a few steps, Adrian grabbed his wrist.

Edwin restlessly examined his condition.

“…Don’t make a fuss. I’m fine now.”

Finally, the coughing stopped.

Adrian hastily hid the handkerchief that had been covering his mouth inside his coat.

But Edwin’s eyes, overly trained from evasion training with Rachel, could not be fooled.

He had long since seen the bloodstains on Adrian’s handkerchief.

“Br-Brother, there’s blood…”

“Forget what you just saw. Especially never tell Duke Crowner about this. It’s a secret.”

“What? But…”

Could he be trying to hide his physical condition?

Edwin looked around and lowered his voice.

“It’s not normal for someone to cough up blood. You need to have your condition examined right away…”

“Edwin.”

Adrian grabbed the shoulder of his half-brother who was looking at him with worried eyes.

He stared intently at the youngest prince with intense eyes.

“Think carefully. As long as you’re born as a member of the royal family, you can’t live as a child forever. With such a weak attitude, you won’t be able to achieve any dreams.”

“Brother…”

“Perhaps we could become each other’s most reliable allies.”

Edwin felt strength entering the slender fingers gripping his shoulder.

“If you keep this secret, I’ll help you too.”

Help me? With what?

Edwin was confused but couldn’t bring himself to refuse outright.

He was somewhat tempted by the deal his half-brother had suddenly proposed, but he also thought that if it was a condition the person involved wanted to hide so desperately, he couldn’t speak of it carelessly.

“…Yes, I won’t say anything, just like now.”

Adrian seemed pleased with Edwin’s attitude of no longer saying anything and slowly rose from his seat.

“Brother Adrian…”

His slightly staggering gait looked precarious.

But Adrian immediately straightened his posture and walked gracefully.

“I’ll go ahead.”

All Edwin could do in response to the 1st Prince’s brief farewell was watch his retreating figure with worry.

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