The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 134
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Chapter 134. The Owner of the Golden Goose (3)
“…Oh my.”
The eyes of Somnia, the owner of the Golden Goose, narrowed even further.
Following her elongated eyes, the corners of her mouth also curved up long.
“It seems that bastard sent an actor this time instead of a subordinate.”
That bastard?
I had an ominous feeling about this.
Somnia lightly waved her fan.
Then her subordinates who had been hiding behind the ceiling and pillars revealed themselves.
‘Just under ten of them. But….’
The half-naked burly men were holding scimitars (crescent-shaped swords) in one hand.
They came out with weapons that would be troublesome to deal with.
‘This is problematic.’
While I was pondering when to draw my hidden dagger, the women who had been playing instruments with languid smiles were now also looking my way.
They were giggling as if some interesting spectacle had appeared.
“Come on, prove it right here.”
Somnia smiled wickedly.
“That you are ‘Kayla Angel’.”
The moment the owner of the Golden Goose finished speaking.
Her armed subordinates all rushed toward me at once.
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Swish, swoosh, clang.
It was a tension I hadn’t felt in a long time.
I deflected the blade flying toward my neck and delivered a back kick.
“Urgh!”
The man who had been secretly approaching from behind groaned and fell backward.
But there was no time to rest.
“Die!”
No allies, only eight enemies.
Even after taking down one, another pointed his sword at me.
‘Then I have no choice but to incapacitate them one by one.’
I gritted my teeth and threw a punch.
My current body was weaker than before, and being shorter, my attack range was also smaller.
But there were advantages to this as well.
‘I can move faster.’
It was a much lighter and more flexible body than before.
Instead of being weaker, I could move much faster, and instead of being smaller, I could penetrate deeper into my opponents’ blind spots.
‘But the outcome of a fight is ultimately determined by the advantage of weight class.’
The subordinates of Somnia I was facing weren’t more skilled than me, but they were numerous and strong. Dragging out the fight would only reduce my chances of winning.
‘I’ll only target vital points.’
This time two of them rushed at me simultaneously.
I spun around, avoiding the sword blade flying toward my waist.
And with the dagger I held in one hand, I parried the sword blade that came toward my face.
“Unfortunately, dying right now would be rather inconvenient.”
I struck the backs of the necks of the two men who had rushed at me in succession.
Since I hit them hard with the back of my sword hilt, it would take an hour before they woke up.
‘Two down.’
Perhaps because they saw their comrade lose consciousness and collapse right before their eyes.
The remaining subordinates hesitated for a moment and stepped back.
‘Now’s the time.’
The best defense is offense.
I had to take advantage of the moment when my opponents were too tense to do anything and make it impossible for them to even counterattack.
I leaped from my position and mounted the neck of the nearest man.
Then, with his neck caught between my thighs, I slightly twisted my waist.
Crack.
With a chilling sound, he collapsed without even being able to scream.
‘Three.’
It seems they were shocked even though I didn’t take his life.
I rushed toward the other men who were in a daze.
‘Four, five, six….’
One in the solar plexus, one between the legs, one in the temple.
Using all my strength to strike only vital points, three more fell in an instant.
“Now only two of you remain.”
The two men who hadn’t fallen yet flinched the moment they made eye contact with me.
Even while readjusting their grip on their weapons, they didn’t seem to have any intention of attacking.
I could tell just by looking at their terrified eyes.
I turned my head toward Somnia.
She was staring at me blankly with her mouth open.
“Do you still need more proof?”
The room was as quiet as a mouse.
Somnia slowly rose to her feet at my words.
“…Ha, haha.”
She burst into laughter that resembled the sound of air deflating.
Her violet eyes were colored with a confused light.
“Certainly, your fighting skills are similar to that woman’s.”
Somnia, who had come down from the platform, was staring down at me intently.
‘She looks even taller from this angle. I think we used to be about the same height before.’
Somnia had a tall stature similar to the sturdy men of the Empire.
The bare skin visible through her gown was covered with all kinds of scars, most of which were from her days as a slave.
“How strange.”
Somnia bent her waist slightly and brought her face close to mine.
I could see her suspicious gaze.
“Are you really that Kayla Angel?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me something that only the two of us know.”
“When we first met in Lionel, you kis….”
“Stop, that’s enough.”
She asked me to speak and then blocked my mouth.
I stared at Somnia intently.
She seemed very flustered.
“…Really, you’re Kayla Angel? You?”
Would there be a fake one too?
Instead of answering, I gazed steadily into Somnia’s eyes.
– I like people who don’t avoid eye contact. They seem to have nothing to hide.
Because I remembered something Somnia had said once.
Then she showed a slightly surprised expression before raising one corner of her mouth.
“Yes, looking at your eyes, I can tell. I could never forget that annoying gaze even if I died.”
Somnia straightened her posture and raised her fan again.
“This is truly surprising. To think the Grim Reaper I thought was dead has returned alive.”
“…It seems you knew that I had died.”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
At my words, Somnia narrowed her brow.
“Since I never know when you might demand payment for my life, I’ve been keeping watch constantly.”
She said while fluttering her fan.
Her mysterious violet eyes were still filled with suspicion.
“But I definitely confirmed you were dead. Are my subordinates fish-eyed or what?”
“It may be hard to believe.”
I took a moment to catch my breath before continuing.
“I did die. I just opened my eyes in someone else’s body.”
“What did you say?”
Somnia made a sound that was either an exclamation or a scream in an uncharacteristically shrill voice.
Even I sometimes wonder if this is all a dream, so how much more so for others.
“Ha, well. You live long enough to see everything. To think such a mysterious thing could happen.”
Somnia raised one eyebrow.
“That old sage would find this quite amusing if he knew.”
I flinched involuntarily at the mention of the old sage.
I thought of Seiji, who was probably living comfortably picking herbs at the Prince’s Palace.
‘If she finds out that Seiji left Luksen and is staying at the Imperial Palace, there’ll be chaos again.’
Though it was in the past, Somnia was also one of the merchants who had coveted the scale disease cure that Seiji created.
“Alright, Kayla Angel.”
Somnia casually draped her arm over my shoulder.
“We should have a welcome ceremony for the reaper who overcame death and returned. I should treat you to some precious liquor. Please don’t refuse.”
Who was it that pressed me with killing intent to prove I was Kayla Angel?
“I’ll decline the welcome ceremony. I’ll drink if alcohol is necessary.”
I naturally let her arm slide off while smiling.
“I came here to make a deal with the owner of the Golden Goose.”
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Glug glug.
Somnia poured wine into a jeweled golden cup and handed it to me.
In the lavish chamber, there were only the two of us.
“You said you opened your eyes in a completely different human body. Then your name must have changed too?”
“That’s right.”
“What’s your name now?”
“Rachel Brown.”
The moment I said the name, Somnia’s eyes flashed sharply.
Then suddenly she burst into laughter like someone who had eaten poisonous mushrooms.
“Puhahaha, that name doesn’t suit you at all!”
Why do people who knew me in my past life all react like this whenever they hear the name Rachel? It was truly incomprehensible.
“Well, I do prefer your current appearance over your previous one.”
Somnia raised her cup with a sly smile.
Her gaze seemed to linger on my lips for a moment.
“Unfortunately, that’s not my preference.”
“It was just a joke.”
She only makes mischievous jokes, then and now.
I took a sip of alcohol and changed the subject.
“But what did you mean earlier when you said that bastard sent you?”
“Ah.”
Somnia let out an exclamation.
Then she gave a hollow laugh as if she found it absurd.
“That little brat.”
Little brat?
When I made a puzzled expression, Somnia spoke with a slightly irritated voice.
“That arrogant little brat you gave your heart and soul to.”
“…Don’t tell me, you mean Ian?”
Somnia nodded and propped her chin on her hand.
“It was last year. You suddenly disappeared without a trace, which seemed strange. So when I tried to investigate personally, that bastard somehow found out and kept sending his subordinates here.”
A guilty conscience needs no accuser, as they say.
I bit my lips thinking of Ian.
Somnia stared at me intently and asked.
“Did that bastard kill you by any chance?”
Her intuition is annoyingly sharp as always.
Instead of answering, I took another drink.
Somnia waved her fan lazily.
“I can tell.”
“…Tell what?”
“That guy always rubbed me the wrong way. Unlike you, I could never tell what he was thinking.”
I had received training to hide my inner thoughts from others for much longer though.
No, more than that, was he that kind of person in others’ eyes too? Ian Angel.
“What on earth did you see in that bastard to give him your heart?”
Somnia asked as if she couldn’t understand it at all.
“Who knows.”
I let out a bitter smile with downcast eyes.
Small ripples formed in the wine contained in the golden cup.
“…Perhaps.”
Was it because of the alcohol?
Words that I normally wouldn’t have spoken aloud slipped out carelessly.
“He was the only person who was always by my side. I think that’s why.”
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