The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 150

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Chapter 150. Reunion (1)

“Princess Emilia, it’s dangerous if you run that fast.”

Emilia had been overflowing with energy lately.

She was always energetic, but she’d been particularly active recently, which was troublesome.

Perhaps because she was always attached to old man Seiji, it seemed like that old man’s wild colt nature had rubbed off on her.

“Don’t worry! Ria knows all the roads now!”

When did she pick up that tree branch again.

Emilia walked forward, holding the thin branch in her hand like a conductor’s baton.

“Ria can go to the knight order where brother is even without Neitche! Don’t underestimate Ria!”

If she falls while running around like that, what will happen to that small body of hers.

Unlike Edwin who was naturally timid, the problem with Emilia was that despite being young, she was too fearless.

‘Honestly, that cheeky little chick. She’s damn stubborn.’

I eventually gave up trying to stop Emilia and quickened my pace.

“Let’s go together, Your Highness!”

“Kyaaaaa, Ria’s going to run away! Neitche, try to catch Ria!”

I hadn’t intended to play tag.

When I started chasing closely behind her, Emilia began running even faster.

“Kyahahaha, Neitche hurry up! Brother is waiting!”

We were on our way to pick up Edwin after his knight training ended.

Normally I would have gone alone, but today I had no choice but to go with Emilia.

‘Catherine seems to be distracted by something else apart from her duties as head maid, and Seiji is completely absorbed in researching the magic stone from the mutant monster’s body.’

The other maids were also busy people who would need ten bodies to handle everything, so it was difficult to entrust the princess to them.

Just ten maids had to clean and manage the 3rd Prince’s Palace every day, which was as vast as the Imperial Palace. It was no joke to say this wasn’t an easy task.

‘Catherine seems to have been considering hiring more staff for a while now.’

I wonder why she’s only considering it and not actually hiring anyone.

‘Could that be the reason for her bad mood?’

I should ask her about it soon.

I was thinking such thoughts while chasing after Emilia when it happened.

“Ow!”

At the moment she turned the corner at a fork in the passage lined with human-height bushes arranged like a maze.

Emilia made a small sound and fell backward on her bottom.

“Your Highness!”

I quickly helped Emilia up and checked if she was hurt anywhere.

“Are you alright?”

“Mm-hmm, Ria is fine. It doesn’t hurt.”

Emilia just blinked her eyes, seeming bewildered by suddenly falling.

Then she immediately got up as if nothing had happened and dusted off her bottom herself.

“Oh my.”

At that moment, the shadow cast over my head drew closer.

The expensive leather shoes that appeared right in front of me had emerald gems attached to them.

“I’m sorry. I should have been more careful of my surroundings.”

I knew very well that life hadn’t been particularly kind to me since birth.

But did it need to be this cruel only to me?

“Are you alright?”

The slightly hoarse voice was infinitely gentle.

I slowly raised my head.

“I hope you weren’t hurt.”

In the pouring backlight, he was there.

The one who stabbed me in the back and took everything from me.

The man who was once my lover.

Ian Angel.

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“You’re later than expected.”

Empress Helena put down her teacup upon seeing the man enter the reception room.

“I heard you arrived at the palace quite some time ago.”

“Oh my, I’m sorry. Your Majesty the 2nd Imperial Consort.”

The man smiled cheerfully and bowed his head.

“There was a small problem on the way here.”

“A problem? What kind of problem?”

Helena’s eyes instantly sharpened.

“It’s nothing serious.”

The man brushed it off with a laugh, as if the 2nd Imperial Consort’s sharp tone didn’t matter.

“There was a contact accident. It’s nothing for Your Majesty to worry about. Please don’t be concerned.”

Though his tone was polite, it ultimately meant not to pry any further.

Helena slightly furrowed her brow and took a sip of tea.

‘Evasive bastard.’

The name of the man sitting before her was ‘Ian Miller’.

Publicly, he was a young noble who had gained the trust of the Marquis of Redcliff and received a baron title just one year ago.

‘How on earth did he manipulate father.’

Helena gripped the teacup handle tightly.

‘Ha, if only I hadn’t had my weakness exposed…’

She knew Ian Miller’s former name.

No, to be precise, she knew his former surname.

‘Father wouldn’t have stood by and watched me join hands with such a human butcher.’

Ian Miller, no, Ian Angel.

The man who was the deputy captain of the most notorious assassin group on the continent.

Though he wasn’t well known because he was overshadowed by the reputation of the captain who was called the Silver Reaper at the time, he was the assassin with the highest recognition among clients.

Unlike the captain who was somewhat selective about missions, it was because of his terribly diligent attitude of doing his best on any mission.

“What are you thinking about so deeply, Your Majesty the 2nd Imperial Consort?”

Ian had already put down his teacup and was staring intently at Helena.

His posture, leaning back against the chair with his legs elegantly crossed, looked extremely relaxed but had no openings.

“It’s nothing.”

Helena answered with an indifferent expression.

She naturally changed the subject.

“So, how did things go?”

“Which matter are you referring to?”

Ian’s eyes curved into long crescents.

It was exactly like a mischievous troublemaker’s expression.

“Are you referring to the matter about the Prophet? Or are you referring to the matter about the 2nd Prince?”

Helena’s smiling face turned coldly stiff.

“Baron Miller, I’m not sitting here to play word games with you.”

“Ah, I’m sorry.”

Ian shrugged his shoulders with a disappointed expression.

“The Marquis enjoys my jokes, so I naturally thought Your Majesty would like them too.”

“I’m different from father.”

The 2nd Imperial Consort set down her teacup with an audible sound.

Despite her displeased gaze, she still maintained a smiling face.

“And even if father accepts it, I’d like you to keep certain boundaries, Baron Miller.”

“Oh my!”

Ian exaggeratedly bowed his waist while still seated.

“My apologies, Your Imperial Consort! I have committed a breach of etiquette. I shall certainly remember what you just said.”

It was a frivolous gesture, like a jester standing on stage and greeting the audience.

Helena looked at him with contempt for a brief moment, then let out a small sigh.

It would be better to remove such an unpredictable man from her palace as quickly as possible.

“I have no intention of detaining a busy person, so let’s just discuss the main point and be done with it.”

She placed both hands neatly on her knees and sharpened her gaze.

“Let’s start by discussing the Prophet.”

“If Your Highness says so, then I too shall speak only briefly to the main point.”

Ian continued with a sly smile.

“We have not yet accurately determined the Prophet’s current location, but we have discovered where he stayed until recently.”

Not long ago, there was an incident where all the sick people in a certain impoverished village simultaneously recovered their health.

However, the strange thing was that none of the physicians or clerics in the village had ever treated them.

“It’s definitely the Prophet’s doing.”

Helena raised one eyebrow.

“Then capturing him is just a matter of time.”

“I cannot guarantee that.”

Ian made an annoyed expression.

“The guardian by his side is quite a troublesome opponent to deal with.”

“Isn’t eliminating troublesome opponents by any means necessary what you people do?”

When Helena shot back sharply, Ian smiled broadly.

“The 2nd Imperial Consort.”

He replied in a voice lower than before, almost chanting.

“I am a viscount.”

Empty ash-gray eyes that seemed completely burned out with only ashes remaining glared at Helena.

“How could a noble do such lowly work?”

Though his lips were curved upward, there was no trace of laughter in his voice.

Helena unconsciously flinched and gripped her skirt.

“It’s not us who do it, but my subordinates. I merely give orders.”

Only after confirming that the 2nd Empress’s complexion had turned pale did Ian show a playful expression again.

“Well, in any case, as Your Highness said, we will find the Prophet by any means necessary, so you need not worry about that.”

He placed his clasped hands on his knees.

“We will definitely secure the Prophet before the 1st Prince’s side does.”

Securing the Prophet’s safety was nothing less than the most important prerequisite for future affairs.

“And regarding the monster subjugation campaign you mentioned previously, it seems I will be able to participate as well.”

Ian showed a meaningful smile.

“As Prince Lloyd’s attendant.”

“…What do you mean by that?”

Helena’s brow furrowed terribly.

“I don’t recall appointing the viscount as Lloyd’s attendant.”

“The Marquis of Redcliff ordered me to accompany him. He said he would inform Your Imperial Consort separately.”

Acting on his own again.

Helena quietly gritted her teeth while thinking of her father.

Clearly she was the one sitting in the imperial consort’s position, she was the 2nd Prince’s mother, yet all important decisions always belonged to the Marquis of Redcliff.

“Did you really not hear about it?”

“…Of course not.”

Helena forced a smile.

“I just forgot for a moment.”

“I see. Well, I heard you’ve been extremely busy with various matters lately. The Marquis has also been quite mentally and physically exhausted dealing with all those affairs.”

It was a strangely barbed comment.

However, reacting directly to insults was a mistake only amateurs made.

“Yes, I have been quite busy.”

Helena immediately smiled as if nothing was wrong.

“So I sometimes forget unimportant matters.”

As if to say that his existence was unimportant to her, and she didn’t care what he did.

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