The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 139

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Chapter 139. In the Rain (3)

“Why are you so surprised?”

Bridget pouted with a sulky expression.

She seemed displeased with Edwin’s flustered reaction upon seeing her.

“Prince Edwin must not be happy to see me.”

“What? No! That’s not it!”

A shrill scream-like voice burst from Edwin’s mouth.

“Ahem, that’s not it, it’s just…”

The young prince kept stammering.

Then, realizing he had just finished training, he hurriedly covered his face.

“W-wait a moment!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Well, I just finished training and I’m a complete mess…”

Edwin’s face turned bright red.

He glanced at Bridget while covering his face.

“Sorry, if I had known Bridget was coming, I would have at least wiped off the sweat…”

Bridget’s eyes widened at his response, then she burst into laughter.

“Your Highness, are you embarrassed right now?”

“N-no! It’s not like that…”

“If it’s not like that, then why is your face red?”

Because he wanted to look cool in front of Bridget.

Edwin swallowed the words he couldn’t bring himself to say outright and looked down.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Prince Edwin.”

Bridget tilted her head toward Edwin.

She met the prince’s eyes and smiled brightly.

“You look cool even when you’re sweating, Your Highness.”

Cool? Was she serious?

Edwin stared at Bridget with wide eyes.

“…Really?”

“Of course. I don’t know how to lie about things like that.”

At Bridget’s answer, Edwin’s face instantly brightened.

The young prince let out a sigh of relief and smiled broadly.

“That’s a relief.”

It was a fresh smile that seemed to brighten the surroundings like a blooming flower bud.

Bridget’s cheeks seemed to redden slightly, but they quickly returned to normal.

Thanks to the early education from her aunt, Empress Melanie, she had learned how to hide her emotions despite her young age.

“But what brings Bridget all the way here?”

Edwin finally asked, curious about why Bridget had suddenly come to the knights’ training encampment.

“Did you come here specifically to see me?”

Bridget looked slightly flustered at his words and frowned.

“I didn’t come here specifically because of Prince Edwin!”

She crossed her arms and pouted with a sulky expression.

“I came to see my father, and when I heard Your Highness was also here, I just came to greet you briefly.”

The Ducal Lordling’s brilliant green eyes, resembling emeralds, turned toward Edwin.

“It would be heartless to leave without greeting a friend.”

“Ah, I see.”

Edwin nodded with a slightly disappointed voice.

But the fact that the Ducal Lordling had specifically stopped by here thinking of him remained unchanged.

Thinking this way, his mood quickly improved again.

“Thank you, Bridget. For coming all the way here.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Bridget hesitated for a moment, then suddenly pulled something from her bosom.

“Here, I’ll give this to Your Highness.”

“What is this?”

“I made it myself, but I ended up making too much. I’ll share some with Your Highness.”

She made it herself?

Edwin took the silk bundle she handed him with a puzzled expression.

It felt somewhat hard but wasn’t very heavy.

‘What could it be?’

The silk had a strangely sweet fragrance.

It was impossible to guess what it was.

“Please open it after I leave.”

Bridget bowed with perfect etiquette and immediately turned around.

Then Philip, who had been watching the two from a distance, approached her side.

“I’ll escort you to The Captain’s encampment, Ducal Lordling.”

“Please do, Philip, the Count.”

Philip naturally escorted Bridget and disappeared into the rain.

Thanks to this, Edwin was left alone outside the encampment.

“…”

The young prince watched Bridget’s red hair disappear in the distance, then looked down.

He slowly unwrapped the silk bundle in his hands.

“Ah.”

No wonder it had a sweet fragrance.

Inside the bundle were cookies with somewhat clumsy shapes.

Edwin picked up one of them and brought it to his mouth.

Crunch.

The moment he bit into the cookie, there was a sound of something breaking.

It made a fierce sound, but fortunately Edwin’s front teeth were unharmed.

“…Mm.”

Edwin chewed and swallowed the cookie earnestly.

Making an ambiguous expression, he burst into a hollow laugh.

“Haha, it’s incredibly sweet.”

The texture was like a stone, but the taste was indescribably sweet.

Sweet enough to make him laugh without resistance.

‘Is this the first time I’ve received a handmade gift directly from Bridget?’

If so, it was quite a memorable day.

Edwin smiled and brought the cookie to his mouth again.

Crunch, crunch.

The rather chilling sounds mixed with the rain, creating quite a bleak atmosphere.

But Edwin just smiled happily.

After chewing cookies for a while, the prince was about to reach for the rest but stopped and tied up the silk again.

“…I should save the rest to share with Rachel when she returns.”

Rachel was strong enough to chew steel, so she’d be fine.

The prince rubbed his aching jaw and was about to enter the encampment when he glanced back.

The rain still pouring down bothered him for some reason.

“Rachel will be okay, right?”

It was a moment when he suddenly worried about The Caretaker who had gone on vacation.

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“Bridget, you little rascal! What do you think this place is!”

Duke of Crowner, who was inside the encampment, scolded his daughter as soon as he saw her.

“The weather is so harsh, and what kind of place is this for you to come visit! What if you had gotten into a carriage accident! And if you were going to come, you should have told us first!”

“If I had said I was coming, you absolutely wouldn’t have let me come.”

Bridget replied with a face that seemed to ask why he was asking something so obvious.

“And since I arrived safely, there’s no problem at all.”

“This girl, really!”

Who does she take after to be so reckless!

Jerome gritted his teeth looking at Bridget sitting there so confidently.

“This is a place where monsters appear. No, who on earth gave permission for you to be sent here?”

“Since when have I needed permission? With father absent from the ducal estate, there’s no one who can give me orders.”

“This girl, what did you do so well to talk back!”

The Duke raised his voice then stopped and let out a sigh.

The situation was already like spilled water.

He knew better than anyone that scolding his daughter would only make his mouth hurt.

“Sigh, it can’t be helped. When the weather clears, go back immediately, understand?”

“Even if you didn’t say that, I was planning to do so.”

“Really, this is absurd.”

Jerome sent an incredulous look at his only daughter who was clicking her tongue with her arms crossed.

“How can a daughter who came to see her father give such cold answers?”

“It doesn’t seem like you came to see The Captain.”

At that moment, Philip, who had been quietly standing guard behind, interjected.

“Be, be quiet! Philip, the Count!”

Bridget visibly panicked at his words and let out a shriek.

Then Jerome, sensing something strange in the atmosphere, frowned.

“What do you mean by that, Philip?”

“Ah, well…”

“If you don’t stay quiet, I won’t let you off!”

Philip looked down at Bridget who ran up to me and swung her cotton-ball-like fists.

Then he said with a completely nonchalant expression.

“…That’s what she says.”

“Hey! What do you mean ‘that’s what she says’! Won’t you speak properly?”

“When the Ducal Lordling says she won’t let me off, how can I speak?”

Philip added with an indifferent expression.

“The Captain can’t win against the Ducal Lordling anyway.”

“What? This, this…”

It was so true that there wasn’t even anything to refute.

Jerome pointed at him and stammered.

Then he turned his gaze back to his daughter.

“Bri! You tell me! What do you mean you didn’t come to see this father! What does that mean!”

“What are you talking about! If I didn’t come to see father, what other reason would I have to come here!”

Bridget shouted loudly then immediately ran into The Duke’s arms and hugged him.

“Since you’re supervising training in such a dangerous place on a rainy day, your only daughter came because she was worried about father!”

“Bri, this father can’t feel sincerity in your voice.”

“Geez, it’s really true!”

“Tell me the truth! What kind of brat did you come all the way here for! Who is it! Who dares to make our Bri…”

Jerome raged as if he would draw his sword and swing it at any moment.

“No, it’s really not like that! Calm down, father!”

Bridget clung to The Duke’s arm with all her might.

Not forgetting to send resentful glances at Philip standing in the distance.

“The rain seems to have subsided a bit.”

But the culprit who caused discord between father and daughter calmly stepped outside the encampment.

“Then I’ll go proceed with the rest of the training. Please have a warm time together, you two.”

A faint smile hung on Philip’s lips as he left the encampment.

It was a mischievous smile full of playfulness that couldn’t usually be found on him.

“…Children, really.”

Philip shrugged his shoulders, recalling the image of the prince and princess who didn’t know what to do with each other.

“Who told them to react so cutely.”

Making me want to tease them.

The vice-captain of the Gloria Knight Order chuckled and moved his steps.

Thinking about how to tease the prince’s side this time.

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“The Caretaker, you must be very cold! First, wipe your body with this…”

Catherine came running into the lobby with an armful of towels.

Then she made eye contact with me, who had just entered the Prince’s Palace, and froze in place.

She looked like a rabbit facing a predator.

“Are, are you alright, The Caretaker?”

Catherine barely managed to open her mouth with a trembling voice.

“On, on your clothes…”

She pointed toward me with her thin, long finger.

“There’s blood…”

“Ah.”

Even after dealing with the assassins, I had encountered bandits on the way back and had an unexpected battle.

It seemed to be bloodstains from that time.

“I’m fine.”

I glanced down at the bloodstains on my clothes and nodded casually.

“It’s not mine.”

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