The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 123
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Chapter 123. Those Who Dream the Same Dream (1)
The Second Prince’s Palace.
Lloyd sat with his arms crossed and both legs propped up on the desk.
He looked at The Elderly Scholar who was teaching him with a crooked gaze.
“…extending outward centered around the Dragonia Mountain Range, which is called the backbone of The Empire. Do you understand?”
“Yeah, sure~”
It was a voice completely devoid of any enthusiasm.
The attitude was so insincere that it could be felt as an insult from the teacher’s perspective, but The Elderly Scholar remained calm.
“Really?”
“That’s what I said.”
At the prince’s answer, The Elderly Scholar asked back in a composed tone.
“Then would you explain it back to me?”
“Are you deaf? I said I understood everything.”
“Then please explain it again.”
“Ugh, what a bothersome thing to do…”
Lloyd grumbled and glared at The Elderly Scholar.
The prince, who was about to retort, suddenly turned his head sharply.
“Hey, what are you doing? Come out here.”
Then The Small Boy who had been staying by Lloyd’s side hesitantly stepped forward.
The pretty boy with blonde hair and blue eyes started to sniffle and rolled up his sleeves.
His thin wrists were already covered with marks from beatings.
“You there.”
Lloyd pulled his legs down from the desk and leaned forward.
His cold blue eyes held a dangerous glint.
“If you make even one groaning sound, know that you’ll die by my hand.”
“Y-yes, Your Highness.”
At Lloyd’s threat, The Boy trembled as he extended his arm.
He knew well that the threats from The 2nd Prince’s mouth didn’t end as mere threats.
“Ten strikes this time.”
Then The Elderly Scholar, who was the prince’s tutor, quietly picked up the rod that had been placed on the platform.
‘How many times has this been just today?’
The Elderly Scholar knew The 2nd Prince very well.
Lloyd was a smarter child than he appeared, and his memory wasn’t so poor that he would forget everything he had just heard.
Nevertheless, the reason he pushed forward the child to be beaten instead of answering whenever questioned was simple. Because that was what Lloyd himself wanted.
‘For such a young thing to already have such a cruel disposition.’
Every time The Boy was struck with the rod, every time he made expressions of enduring pain, every time new bruises appeared on his pale arms, Lloyd couldn’t hide his joy.
‘If such a child becomes emperor, he’ll either become a tyrant remembered throughout history or the worst kind of ruler who ruins governance by being manipulated by sycophants.’
Or perhaps both.
Of course, whichever future became reality would be completely unwelcome news for the people of The Empire.
‘But the worst thing is…’
It was his own cowardly self, unable to say a single word during all these moments.
The Elderly Scholar sighed as he watched The Boy who had finally burst into tears from the beating.
If only his family wasn’t indebted to House of Redcliffe, he would have long since abandoned the position of the prince’s tutor and left.
“That will be all for today’s lesson.”
“Yeah, good work~”
As soon as Lloyd heard that the lesson was over, he sprang up from his seat.
Then he stood in front of The Boy who was sitting and crying.
“Does it hurt?”
The 2nd Prince showed the kindness of asking if it hurt while clearly seeing The Boy’s arms marked with red welts.
“Y-yes.”
“But earning money is supposed to be hard work. While you’re receiving one gold coin every day for just this much, should you be making weak sounds?”
Lloyd grabbed The Boy’s thin arm that was marked with beating scars.
Then he roughly rubbed the injured area.
“Aaaaah!”
When The Boy screamed in pain, Lloyd’s expression changed completely.
“I told you not to make groaning sounds.”
His pale blue eyes filled with rage.
“Do you find the prince’s orders amusing? Amusing?!”
It was one-sided venting.
Lloyd kicked wildly at The Boy who was prostrated flat like a bug before him.
Eventually, The Boy lost consciousness.
“Is anyone there?”
Lloyd gestured to call his Guard.
He looked down coldly at The Boy who was clinging to his ankle.
“You called, Your Highness.”
“This one seems useless now, so dispose of him properly. He doesn’t listen at all.”
“…I will do as you command.”
When one of the escort Knights nodded, the other Knights quickly took The Boy and left the study.
The Guard who watched this scene bowed his head again.
“Lloyd, Your Highness, The 2nd Imperial Consort is looking for you.”
“Mother?”
He was still excited from throwing punches just moments before.
Lloyd exhaled roughly and ran his hand through his hair.
He asked irritably at the mention of The 2nd Imperial Consort.
“Why all of a sudden?”
“Well…”
The Guard hesitated to answer.
He knew very well how much the words he had to convey would displease The 2nd Prince.
He wanted to just keep his mouth shut, but he couldn’t.
If he did that, he would obviously receive greater punishment for failing to fulfill his duties as a subordinate.
“The Marquis of Redcliff has entered the palace.”
Sure enough, at The Knight’s words, Lloyd’s complexion completely changed.
The color drained from the prince’s face along with his expression.
“…Grandfather?”
“Yes, Helena, Your Highness, requested that you hurry to The 2nd Imperial Consort’s Palace as soon as your lesson ended.”
“Ha.”
It was a short but deep sigh.
Lloyd frowned deeply as he straightened his disheveled collar and messy sleeves.
Even though he wore an expression showing he absolutely didn’t want to go, he moved diligently, which showed that the name Marquis of Redcliff was frightening enough to make even the notorious 2nd Prince afraid.
“Let’s go, go.”
Lloyd hurried his steps past The Elderly Scholar who was giving him a light bow.
His footsteps were heading toward The 2nd Imperial Consort’s Palace.
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“You’ve arrived.”
Lloyd’s face hardened.
As soon as the door to the reception room of The 2nd Imperial Consort’s Palace opened, the voice he heard was not from someone welcome.
But to show such feelings, his opponent was not to be taken lightly.
“It’s even more pleasant to see you after such a long time, Lloyd, Your Highness.”
Graying blonde hair and faded red eyes that made it impossible to know what he was thinking.
The name of the elderly gentleman who somehow resembled a fox was ‘Howard Redcliff’.
He was the biological father of 2nd Empress Helena and the maternal grandfather of 2nd Prince Lloyd.
At the same time, he was also the head of the Redcliff Marquess’s Estate, one of the Empire’s wealthiest and most prestigious noble houses.
“You seem to have grown a bit since I last saw you. Have you been well during this time?”
The Marquis of Redcliff sat in his chair and quietly showed a smile.
Across from him stood Helena, covering one cheek with a handkerchief.
“…I greet my maternal grandfather.”
Lloyd’s eyes wavered slightly upon seeing that sight.
“Did you have an enjoyable time at the resort?”
“It was thanks to our Prince. But Your Highness, didn’t I tell you to speak informally to this old man? Why are you using formal speech again?”
“Even though I am a prince, since you are my maternal grandfather, I believe it’s proper to use formal speech.”
“Hahaha, for such a young person to be so thoughtful. This old man couldn’t be happier.”
Lloyd pressed his lips tightly together.
Rather than speaking formally out of respect for his grandfather, he did so simply because it was the only way to avoid offending that old fox.
“It was good that you returned a bit early from the resort. If you had come up just a little later, I would have missed seeing Your Highness’s magnificent sword dance.”
From Howard’s mouth flowed talk about the sword dance performed on the day of the Founding Festival banquet.
“Your swordsmanship skills improve by leaps and bounds every day.”
“You’re too kind.”
When Lloyd showed uncharacteristic humility, the marquis smiled slightly.
He continued speaking while fidgeting with the cup he was holding.
“However.”
Howard glanced toward Helena, who stood before him.
“It seems you’ll need to work even harder. The 3rd Prince also appears to have grown tremendously since I last saw him.”
The 2nd Empress, Helena, lowered her eyes as she felt the gaze flying toward her face like an arrow.
Her other hand, which gripped the hem of her dress, was trembling slightly.
“Yes.”
Lloyd also confirmed her reaction and responded with a deliberately serious expression.
“I will work harder.”
“Such a spirited response. Well, what fault could our Prince possibly have?”
Clack.
Howard placed his jeweled cup on the table with an audible sound.
“This must all be the fault of the marquess’s house for failing to find a good teacher.”
While his words blamed the marquess’s house, his gaze was blatantly directed only at Helena.
Lloyd sensed the strange tension flowing between the two and suddenly interjected.
“The swordsmanship instructor that you found for me is sufficient.”
“Enough with the pleasantries. Excessive humility is not pleasant to see.”
“It’s not humility…”
“If it’s not that, then are you being overconfident in Your Highness’s talent?”
Howard crossed his arms and sank back into his chair.
His sharp eyes took on an even more fierce and piercing light.
“To think that the 3rd Prince, who had never even held a tree branch let alone a sword, could become capable of competing with Prince Lloyd in such a short time. There must have been some scheme by Duke Crowner.”
As if he wasn’t from dirty bloodline without proper roots.
Howard ground his teeth while thinking of Duke Crowner.
Apparently it wasn’t enough that he had refused the position of swordsmanship instructor for the 1st Prince, who shared his blood, and rejected the 2nd Prince’s swordsmanship instructor position despite being offered a fortune.
“I should have seen through his ulterior motives from the moment the duke allowed the 3rd Prince to participate in the knight order training.”
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