The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 151
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Chapter 151. Reunion (2)
‘Arrogant bastard.’
Helena was smiling, but it wasn’t really a smile.
She was repeatedly imagining pouring hot tea over the head of the man sitting before her and slapping his cheek.
‘A mere human butcher who doesn’t know his place dares to insult me?’
The Marquis of Redcliff was actually busy dealing with the aftermath of Helena being pointed out as the mastermind behind the Empress’s attempted poisoning.
Moreover, he was greatly distressed that the 2nd Prince had failed to outshine the 3rd Prince at the Founding Festival.
Ian had precisely struck Helena’s most painful spots.
“You have every right to feel that way.”
Meanwhile, Ian was no amateur who would react straightforwardly to insults.
He showed a light smile to Helena, who was looking down on him.
“Here I was worrying unnecessarily about something that doesn’t suit my station.”
He calmly took a sip of tea and replied with a voice tinged with amusement.
“The Marquis would never make such an important decision without consulting The 2nd Imperial Consort, yet I foolishly thought The 2nd Imperial Consort knew nothing about this matter.”
There was no way Ian didn’t know how the Marquis of Redcliff was treating his daughter who had failed to become Empress.
‘Getting all high and mighty just because father granted him a baronet title.’
Helena gritted her teeth.
Ian was making a knowing expression as if he was fully aware that she was lying to protect her pride.
“Oh my.”
Helena suppressed her rising anger and maintained her smiling facade.
“I almost caused the Baron to misunderstand.”
It couldn’t be helped.
Baron Miller knew Helena’s personal weaknesses, and therefore knew better than anyone that she couldn’t speak ill of him to the Marquis of Redcliff.
‘Cunning fox.’
She felt blood rushing to her face, making it flush red, but it didn’t matter.
Imperial women typically wore thick makeup to hide their constantly changing complexion anyway.
“Still, I appreciate your concern.”
“Not at all.”
Ian quietly set down his empty teacup.
“The investigation and preparations for the subjugation area assigned to The Prince are already complete. No dangerous monsters will appear, so you can rest assured.”
He curved his eyes into a crescent moon shape.
“Though I can’t say what might happen in the areas assigned to the other princes.”
Helena’s stiff expression softened slightly.
“…That’s a relief.”
“As you know, I tend to handle my assigned tasks thoroughly.”
What a vindictive man.
Helena looked at Ian with displeasure as he stood up from his seat.
Though it was only for a brief moment.
“The subjugation battle approaches.”
Ian bowed politely to the 2nd Imperial Consort.
“Next time, I’ll visit together with Prince Lloyd, Your Imperial Highness.”
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Crash.
‘Why.’
As soon as I returned to the Prince’s Palace, I fled straight to my room.
And I collapsed against the door, sinking to the floor.
‘Why…?’
Countless questions swirled through my mind all at once.
I had naturally thought he would be alive, but I never expected to encounter him so suddenly without warning.
‘Why is Ian in the Imperial Palace?’
Those mysterious gray eyes and dark ash-blonde hair.
The somehow irritable-looking eyebrows, the refreshingly open eyes that looked almost fierce, the well-shaped nose bridge, and the lips that curved smoothly upward creating dimples whenever he smiled.
Ian’s appearance was exactly as I remembered.
– Yes, I’m fine!
Emilia answered spiritedly when Ian asked if she was okay.
Then she grabbed my hand as I stood there in a daze.
– Neitche, let’s hurry! Ria doesn’t want to make big brother wait!
At that moment, a strange glint appeared in Ian’s eyes.
– Excuse me, but might you be Princess Emilia?
– Huh? Mister knows Ria?
– Of course. How could I not know the Empire’s one and only princess?
Ian smiled what could be called a good-natured smile and bowed his waist.
– Please forgive my rudeness. I am Ian Miller…
The moment he made eye contact with the princess and reached out his hand toward that small head.
I snatched Emilia and confined her in my arms.
– Don’t touch her!
At my sharp cry, Ian looked at me with a bewildered expression.
He must have been embarrassed, having a woman he’d never seen before treat him like a pervert trying to touch the princess.
– …I’ll excuse myself.
I forced my voice out as I stood up from my seat.
– Princess Emilia dislikes being touched by outsiders.
It was a blatant lie.
Even Emilia, who would normally have protested without thinking, seemed to sense something was wrong.
The princess just quietly sucked her finger while looking at me.
Worry and anxiety rippled in her blue eyes that resembled Edwin’s.
– Ah, I see.
Meanwhile, Ian nodded as if convinced by my excuse.
– I was very rude. Ah, my introduction was delayed. I am Ian Miller…
– I was the one being rude. It would be troublesome if Princess Emilia’s schedule is delayed, so I’ll take my leave first.
I left the spot without even making eye contact with him.
And as soon as I arrived at the Knight Order, I brought Edwin back and rushed to the Prince’s Palace.
– Rachel, what’s wrong?
– Caretaker, what’s the matter?
After practically dumping the prince siblings on Catherine and returning to my room.
My head was still spinning and something seemed to be churning up from below my throat.
– Are you alright?
Ian’s voice asking if I was okay kept echoing in my ears.
– Burn her. Leave not even ashes.
It was no different from the cold voice that had stabbed me in the back and ordered my body to be burned. Only the content of the words had changed.
“…”
I slowly removed the hands that had been covering my face.
Seeing my trembling hands actually made me feel calmer.
‘To be shaken by just this much when I’ve resolved on revenge.’
The moment I saw Ian, I was swept away by the flood of memories of betrayal and death and acted rashly.
‘Maintaining composure is the foundation of everything. All those years in the organization were wasted.’
I didn’t want to confirm the fact that even I was just one weak human easily swept away by anything in this manner.
‘Get a grip, Kayla Angel.’
This wasn’t the time to be spacing out.
I clenched both fists and thought intensely.
‘Ian being in the Imperial Palace means he’s closely connected to someone inside the palace.’
Not Angel, but Miller.
I distinctly heard Ian introduce himself as ‘Ian Miller.’
‘So the name I saw at the Empress’s Palace was indeed his name.’
A noble surname, no less.
Did he buy it himself with money?
Or did he obtain it as payment for something?
‘Either way, it’s clear he has no intention of continuing his life in the organization.’
The assassin guild ‘Breath of the Angel’ we belonged to was supposedly destroyed.
But the organization members who followed Ian still seemed to follow him and carry out assassination contracts.
‘Well, if it’s Ian, he wouldn’t do something as inefficient as eliminating the organization but keeping all the members.’
If there’s something he wants to achieve, he’ll do whatever it takes to achieve it.
To do that, he’ll use everything he can use.
These two principles were practically Ian’s mottos.
‘Then was the news about Breath of the Angel being destroyed something Ian deliberately spread?’
For now, that seemed the most likely possibility.
I hugged my knees to my chest with my arms.
‘Ian has no reason to mobilize organization members to kill Edwin.’
Assassins only kill someone when they receive a contract.
‘So he’s working for the 2nd Empress after all?’
Surely not the Emperor.
I immediately dismissed that dizzying hypothesis.
No matter how I thought about it, the Emperor wasn’t the type to trust Ian, an ex-assassin, enough to grant him a title.
‘The Empress also didn’t seem to view Edwin too unfavorably.’
She sent hunting clothes as a gift during the hunting competition, and during the poisoning incident, she believed Edwin and me without prejudice.
‘But you can never know what’s really in a powerful person’s heart.’
In any case, the Empress was also someone working to put her son on the throne.
She might secretly consider Edwin a troublesome obstacle.
‘Still, the person more likely than the Empress is…’
I thought of 2nd Empress Helena.
Her venomously glinting red eyes flickered in my mind.
‘But does the 2nd Empress have a reason to keep Ian by her side?’
In the past, Helena had commissioned assassination contracts from the organization.
And the one who received and carried out her contract was none other than Ian.
‘Wouldn’t it be normal for her to try to kill Ian or send him far away? There’s no reason to keep him close…’
Actually, there is. There’s a reason Helena has no choice but to keep Ian by her side.
I let out a bitter laugh at the thought that crossed my mind.
“Haha, as expected of someone who was the deputy leader of the continent’s top assassin guild.”
Someone who holds another’s secret can never be the weak party.
“What nerve. To think of blackmailing an imperial consort from a marquis family.”
But the fact of ordering someone’s death wasn’t such a big secret in the imperial court.
‘If there’s ever a case where that fact becomes a problem…’
It would be if she killed someone who absolutely should not have been killed, given her status as a marquis’s daughter or 2nd Empress.
That was the only case.
‘For example, if she murdered the Emperor’s blood relative.’
Then Ian’s blackmail would have been very effective against the 2nd Empress.
‘What 2nd Empress Helena ordered was the death of the 1st Imperial Consort.’
However, there was one fact she didn’t know.
The existence of the Emperor’s bloodline that the 1st Imperial Consort was carrying in her womb at the time.
“…Really now.”
I let out a bitter laugh, recalling Ian’s neat appearance from our earlier encounter.
“You really were an incredible bastard, Ian Angel.”
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