The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 137

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Chapter 137. In the Rain (1)

Creak, thud.

It seemed they only planned to warm their bodies with alcohol before leaving.

The three men drained their drinks as soon as they were served and headed out of the inn.

I reflexively started to rise from my seat, then hesitated.

‘If I follow them…’

I would surely be brutally defeated.

If they were truly members of the Breath of the Angel organization, there was no way I could face them with this frail body. Maybe if I faced each of them one-on-one.

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

Suddenly, Ian’s voice echoed in my ears.

“Check, please.”

Reason tried to hold me back, but my body had long escaped reason’s control.

I grabbed whatever coins I could from my pocket, threw them down, and rushed outside.

Rain was still falling on the street.

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“The rainfall has gotten heavier.”

The man in the black mask flexed his fingers.

On days like this, tracking targets was twice as difficult.

All traces would be washed away by the rainwater.

“But it feels like someone’s been following us.”

“I felt it too. What should we do, Greg?”

The man called Greg slowly turned his head.

His two subordinates stared at him intently, as if waiting for his orders.

“…They don’t seem to have any intention of hiding their presence.”

The presence that had been following them was approaching this place with quite fierce momentum.

“Should we wait for them?”

“We don’t even know who it is…”

“Seeing how they don’t even know how to hide their presence, it’s probably some nobody.”

Greg replied while looking at the muddy ground.

“We can’t move in this weather anyway.”

The bridge in the direction they wanted to go was also broken.

The small stream flowing under the bridge had swollen tremendously due to the rain.

It was quite dangerous to cross on horseback recklessly.

Whoooosh.

The three men held their position while listening to the sound of the rushing water.

Before long, the owner of the presence that had been following them revealed themselves.

“…This is rather unexpected.”

Greg looked at the figure who had stopped about twenty steps away.

The unidentified person with a hood pulled deep over their head jumped down from their horse as if they didn’t care about the muddy ground.

The rain-soaked hood slipped off in the process.

“Who would have thought a woman would follow us.”

Faded brown hair clinging to her forehead and cheeks.

Two cheeks flushed red, contrasting with her pale white knuckles.

The woman was breathing roughly as if she might collapse at any moment.

But even through the heavy rainfall, her eyes alone shone brilliantly.

Her somehow chilling green eyes were vivid enough to be etched in one’s mind.

“Ha! A mere woman dares. She must have lost her fear.”

One of the subordinates snorted and raised his voice as soon as he realized their opponent was a woman.

“Who are you! You seem to have been following us, do you have business with us?”

The woman didn’t answer.

She seemed to catch her breath, then suddenly asked back.

“Are you the Breath of the Angel?”

It was a small voice that seemed like it would be buried by the sound of rain.

But none of those gathered here failed to hear those words.

The eyes of the masked men wavered.

‘How does that woman know about the Breath of the Angel?’

They silently exchanged glances with each other.

The woman who appeared out of nowhere was neither their target nor someone related to their assigned request.

But since she had figured out their identity, they couldn’t let her live.

Swish.

In the blink of an eye, one of the men threw a dagger at the woman.

But he didn’t achieve what he wanted.

“What the…”

The man’s eyes widened in surprise.

The woman he intended to kill had caught the flying dagger with her bare hands.

“The Breath of the Angel.”

The woman slowly gripped the dagger properly.

The blade of the dagger pointed toward the men.

“I heard it was already gone. What are you?”

Raindrops fell steadily from under her long eyelashes.

The woman’s face looked pitiful, as if she were shedding tears.

Though her eyes alone were unbelievably murderous.

“You’d better not think of making excuses. I’m asking because I already know everything.”

How on earth does that woman know about the Breath of the Angel?

Greg, who had been standing at the back, opened his mouth with a confused expression.

“I don’t know how much you know, but.”

Actually, he had been thinking of just letting it slide even if the subordinate’s blade missed and the woman didn’t die.

Until just a moment ago, he still had that much meager mercy left.

Not now, though.

“Since you say you know everything, we can’t just let this pass.”

Greg nodded slightly toward the subordinates on either side of him.

The subordinates simultaneously jumped down from their horses.

Splash.

Even on the soaked ground, their movement was flawless.

The highly trained assassin reached out toward the woman.

Or rather, tried to reach out.

“Huh?”

He blinked at the dagger that had somehow lodged itself between his brows.

It was the same dagger he had thrown at the woman moments before.

Instantly, his vision turned bright red.

“What is this…”

The man who had been charging together stopped moving when he saw his colleague collapse without even making a sound.

Somehow, an ominous premonition swept through his entire body.

“You.”

The man frowned as he looked at the woman standing calmly.

“You weren’t an ordinary woman after all.”

Again, the woman didn’t answer.

She was only staring straight ahead with coldly hardened eyes.

‘What did I just see?’

Meanwhile, Greg, who was still sitting on his horse, was frowning.

He recalled the scene he had just witnessed.

‘Certainly, the sword’s direction changed midway.’

His subordinate wasn’t incompetent enough to fail to dodge a dagger flying straight at him.

Rather, he had noticed the woman was about to throw her sword and had deliberately moved into a blind spot.

‘But how could she change the direction of a sword that had already left her hand?’

Unless she had used magic.

Greg’s expression became even more serious.

“Tch.”

His remaining subordinate hurriedly returned to Greg’s side.

Without lowering his guard, he spoke rapidly.

“Greg, that woman seems to be similar to our kind. And she’s stronger than we thought.”

“…I think so too.”

He had been curious about who would be crazy enough to chase them in this weather.

As expected, it was one of their own kind.

‘But as far as I know, there are no female assassins with that level of skill.’

Of course, there had been one once.

‘Kayla Angel’, the first female captain of the Assassin’s Guild and bearer of the infamous title ‘Reaper of the Silver Wire’.

But that was already a year ago.

‘Kayla Angel is dead.’

Greg hadn’t been part of Breath of the Angel at that time.

So he hadn’t seen her die directly, but he had heard she died quite horribly.

They said the one who killed Kayla Angel had burned her body so thoroughly that not even her corpse could be found.

“…Well, that’s not what’s important.”

Greg drew the broad sword that had been sheathed behind his back with a coldly hardened expression.

“How unfortunate. I just gained one more reason to kill you.”

A skilled fighter capable of eliminating an organization member in an instant would be better dealt with here for certain.

Moreover, the woman seemed to harbor very strong hostility toward ‘Breath of the Angel’, so leaving her alive would obviously cause future trouble.

“Yeah, I knew you’d react that way.”

Meanwhile, the woman didn’t seem afraid at all as she looked at the burly assassins revealing their killing intent toward her.

She struggled to curl her lips, frozen cold from the rainwater.

Her white teeth gleamed like those of a beast.

“Let’s say whoever captures the other first gets everything.”

Whether money, information, or life.

The woman placed one leg on the dead assassin’s body and slightly lifted her wet skirt.

Then she drew two daggers hidden between her boots.

Transparent rainwater flowed down the silver blades.

“Greg, I’ll go first…”

“You talk too much.”

The man’s eyes widened at the chilling voice that echoed in his ears.

The woman had somehow closed the distance and was swinging her dagger toward him.

“Since when do assassins let their mouths move before their hands?”

“Grraaahhh!”

Clang!

The man groaned and was pushed back several steps.

Despite being a much smaller woman, the force behind her sword was considerable.

“Damn it!”

But she was still just a woman.

Compared to him, she was overwhelmingly disadvantaged in strength, build, and weight.

The man spat curses as he pushed the woman away.

“Huh?”

But there was already no one in front of him.

A voice came from above the bewildered man’s head.

“Come to think of it.”

When had she leaped up again?

To be able to move like that in this rain.

More than that, why couldn’t he move at all right now?

The man’s fingertips twitched as various thoughts crossed his mind.

“I think one mouth is enough for answering, don’t you?”

The man’s eyes grew wider at the woman’s words.

He finally realized that his head had already been separated from his body.

“Don’t you think so?”

The woman passed by the man who had already stopped breathing and approached Greg.

‘Dangerous.’

Greg bit his dry lips.

That last strike had confirmed it.

This woman before his eyes was much stronger than him.

Then there was only one choice.

Neeeigh!

A horse’s whinny echoed through the rain.

Greg pulled the reins, trying to flee.

“If you were going to run, you should have run earlier.”

A mocking voice lingered in his ears.

At the same time, the horse Greg was riding crashed to the ground.

“Huk!”

Greg, who had suddenly been thrown from his horse, clutched his arm and gasped for breath.

The horse he had been riding ran far away with a dagger stuck in its hindquarters.

“From the looks of it, you seem to be the captain of these guys.”

The woman gently pressed her foot against Greg’s chest as he tried to get up.

Her gaze looking down at him was cold as ice, yet within it he could feel a heat like deep magma boiling.

“Speak.”

The green-eyed woman asked in a small but clear voice.

“What happened to Breath of the Angel?”

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