The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 138

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Chapter 138. In the Rain (2)

“What happened to the Breath of the Angel, you ask?”

The man called Greg stared at me with anxiously trembling eyes.

He seemed to be trying to figure out what I was thinking.

“Why would a bitch like you be curious about such things…”

“Just answer what I’m asking.”

I pressed down firmly on Greg’s injured arm.

Then a pained groan flowed from his mouth.

“Kugh, you… you really are one of our kind!”

Because of the heavily falling rain, he couldn’t even open his eyes properly, yet his voice was loud.

Greg shouted at me as if screaming in rage.

“Then you should know well! No matter how much you ask, you won’t be able to hear the answer you want…”

“You should know well too.”

I crouched down in front of Greg and grabbed his chin.

“That interrogating until we get the answer we want is the characteristic of ‘our’ kind.”

I could hear breathing filled with anger, hissing through gritted teeth.

“I know you have poison in your mouth. I also know there’s truth serum in your left back pocket.”

At my words, Greg’s eyes widened as if they would tear.

While it was commonly known that assassins carried poison in their mouths, the existence of truth serum could only be known by organization members.

“You… who exactly are you…”

“If you don’t want to use drugs on yourself, it would be better to speak obediently.”

The truth serum used by the Breath of the Angel had the effect of making a person’s consciousness hazy and making them excessively honest.

But once that drug was taken, one had to live forever in a state of madness.

And the bastard in front of me would know that fact better than anyone.

“Ha, hahahaha—!”

At that moment, Greg burst into mad laughter.

It was laughter so loud it could be heard through the sound of rain.

After laughing for a while, he finally opened his mouth.

“You, were you sent by the 1st Prince’s side?”

But an answer completely different from my expectations flowed out.

I glared at him with a frown.

“Anyway, we will get our hands on the Prophet first. No matter how great the House of Crowner is…”

Why are stories about the 1st Prince and Duke Crowner suddenly coming up?

But there was a word that bothered me more than that.

It was definitely one of the words they had been chattering about at the inn.

“Prophet? What’s that?”

When I asked back carelessly, Greg seemed slightly surprised, then giggled again.

“What, it seems you don’t know anything. Nothing at all. Then you’re not from the 1st Prince’s side?”

How dare this filthy bastard look down on me?

I drove my fist into the face of the muttering Greg.

“Kheuk.”

He collapsed onto the muddy ground and gasped for breath.

“Stop the useless talk and answer what happened to the Breath of the Angel!”

When I raised my voice, Greg showed a disgusting smile with his bloodshot eyes.

“Hahahaha! The Empire will eventually fall into the hands of the Angel!”

There’s no one more insane than this.

I gritted my teeth and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up.

“Speak, I said speak!”

Was it because too much rain was falling?

Or was it because of this bastard laughing madly as if mocking me?

Or perhaps it was because I faced the possibility of finding out where the bastard who killed me was?

“Where is that bastard Ian!”

I shouted in an unusually excited voice.

“What…”

Greg seemed equally surprised by my words.

“How do you know that person’s name…”

At that moment, his breath stopped.

It happened so instantly, like someone blowing out a candle.

I stared blankly at Greg’s lifeless eyes, then suddenly came to my senses.

And I quickly rummaged through his clothes.

“…Damn it.”

Sure enough, there was a magic circle carved near Greg’s collarbone.

“To use such methods.”

This magic circle devised by the organization was a kind of self-destruct device that would take a member’s life just by trying to leak information about the organization or even thinking about important matters.

‘I’m sure it was eliminated during the former captain’s time.’

The former assassin captain who was my mentor had eliminated the custom of carving this magic circle on members’ bodies.

Not because he valued the members’ lives, but because killing people just by thinking was inefficient. Training new recruits wasn’t easy either.

‘Then this is…’

A custom that Ian revived?

To prevent information about himself from being leaked?

‘I wouldn’t have believed it before.’

Ian was a man who loved flowers and liked animals and children.

But he stuck a knife in my back without hesitation.

It wouldn’t be strange if he revived such a terrible custom.

Swoooosh.

I couldn’t even think to wipe the rainwater flowing down my face.

I just stood blankly among the dead assassins.

Unlike my cold face, my head was dizzy.

‘Somnia’s information couldn’t be wrong.’

Then even if the ‘Breath of the Angel’ I knew had disappeared, those using that name might still be alive.

‘…That means Ian is definitely alive too.’

I hadn’t thought he was dead, but hearing news that he was alive and well made one side of my chest feel cold.

‘Hesitating here is meaningless.’

I wiped my wet face with one hand and turned around.

And with unhesitating hands, I rummaged through the dead assassins’ belongings.

‘Are these the only useful things?’

After gathering useful items from the dead assassins’ belongings, I dropped them one by one into the stream.

Their forms disappeared as if instantly sucked into the muddy water.

With this current speed, even the most skilled tracker or assassin wouldn’t be able to retrieve the bodies.

Kwaaaaah.

Watching the swirling rapids, nightmarish memories and betrayal surged up.

I mounted my horse with an expressionless face.

“Ha!”

With a single shout, I left the place without regret.

I wanted to chase after traces of the organization right now, but I couldn’t.

Now was the time to return.

For those who would be waiting for ‘Rachel Brown’, not ‘Kayla Angel’.

For my client and master.

For the 3rd Prince, Edwin.

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“The rain is really pouring down refreshingly.”

“This kind of rain stops quickly.”

“Good timing, let’s take a break while we can.”

The Gloria 3rd Knight Division had halted their training due to the sudden downpour and quickly gathered inside the encampment.

Normally, they would have been rolling around the mountain diligently by now, but thanks to this, they could catch their breath for a moment.

“Your Highness, how do you find it?”

At that moment, a knight asked Edwin, who was staring blankly outside.

“Training together with us in this joint camp.”

“Hmm?”

Edwin seemed to think for a moment, then broke into a bright smile.

“It’s fun!”

At the prince’s sincere answer, silence fell over the encampment.

They looked at Edwin with disbelieving eyes.

“Do you truly mean that?”

This joint training stuck in these mountains having to face all kinds of monsters was fun?

Jostling with smelly, burly men, unable to sleep properly, unable to wash, and being deliberately given poor food – how could this training possibly be enjoyable?

The knights stared at Edwin with their mouths agape.

“Yeah, I’m being sincere.”

The 3rd Prince, Edwin, answered while squinting his large eyes into crescents.

“I’ve always trained alone separately. But training together with everyone this time made me feel like I’m truly a member of the 3rd Knight Order, which felt good.”

Was that too honest a statement?

Edwin stopped mid-sentence and covered his mouth.

“Ah, sorry. I haven’t even received knighthood yet I presumptuously called myself a member of the knight order…”

Without going through the proper process of becoming a knight, saying such things might sound arrogant.

Edwin looked at the knights with worried eyes.

But they showed no reaction.

“…”

The knights gathered in the encampment silently looked at the ground, then immediately burst into shouts.

“His Highness said he’s a member of the same 3rd Knight Order as us!”

“Shut it, you bastard! I heard it too!”

“Damn it, there’s sweat coming from my eyes!”

The 3rd Knight Order was composed entirely of knights from commoner backgrounds.

It was Duke Crowner’s own elite group, assembled by selecting only those chosen based on merit.

However, they had been consistently looked down upon by the noble-born 1st and 2nd Knight Orders, and even by most of the royalty they served.

So they couldn’t help but be moved by the words that had just flowed from Edwin’s lips.

“Waaaah, Prince Edwin—!”

“Of course Prince Edwin is also a proper member of the 3rd Knight Order!”

“That’s right! Absolutely!”

The knights of the 3rd Knight Order all rushed toward Edwin at once.

Edwin flailed helplessly, trapped in the embrace of knights who suddenly surrounded and hugged him.

“Wh-why are you suddenly doing this? What’s wrong with everyone?”

The 3rd Prince could only regain his freedom after receiving vigorous petting from knights much larger than himself.

He let out a deep sigh with a more exhausted expression than before.

“Prince Edwin.”

At that moment, Vice-Captain Philip, who had entered the encampment, called to him.

“Could you spare some time?”

“Huh? Right now?”

“Yes.”

Philip gestured while holding onto the entrance gate of the encampment.

He was wearing a somewhat reluctant expression.

“Just for a moment.”

“Ah, okay. I understand.”

Was there a reason to call him outside when it was pouring like this?

Though he couldn’t understand why, there must be something important to discuss.

Edwin followed Philip outside the tent without suspicion.

“Huh?”

And he came face to face with someone he never expected.

“It’s been a while, Prince Edwin.”

The person who appeared before the prince was none other than the lordling of House Crowner, Bridget.

She smiled sweetly while wearing a hood pulled down low.

“B-Bridget? How are you here?”

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