The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 156

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Chapter 156. Preparation (1)

‘Not trustworthy.’

What an obvious thing to say.

No matter how much rigorous training he had done with the knights, it was only for a year.

How could they send a child who had just turned thirteen alone to a place crawling with monsters?

“Your…”

I was about to answer immediately but closed my mouth.

Catherine’s nagging about not needing to be too honest with children echoed in my ears.

‘Certainly, if I speak honestly here…’

Edwin was wearing a dejected expression.

Speaking honestly would only crush the spirit of someone who had to go on a subjugation campaign soon.

“It seems Your Highness finds me untrustworthy.”

I eventually deflected instead of answering.

“Is my presence so uncomfortable for you?”

“What? No, that’s not it…”

“Or perhaps you think I’m weaker than Your Highness?”

Surely he doesn’t think he’s surpassed me just because he received some knight training and sword lessons from Philip.

If he was arrogantly thinking such thoughts, I was prepared to give him a thorough beating that would snap him back to reality.

But Edwin’s answer was completely different from what I expected.

“Idiot, I’m worried about you!”

He shouted with his face flushed red, raising his head.

“What if you go there and die…”

“Then what about Your Highness?”

“Huh?”

“What if Prince Edwin dies?”

Had he never once thought about his own death despite being the one going on the subjugation campaign?

Edwin’s eyes widened as he couldn’t continue speaking.

“I feel the same way.”

“Huh?”

“I’m also worried about Your Highness.”

I had asked myself a question before.

Even if Ian didn’t participate as an attendant in the subjugation campaign, even if this campaign had nothing to do with the next succession, would I still say I’d go?

‘Of course I have to go.’

If the 3rd Prince was going there, if Edwin was going, then I had to go too.

Because that was The Caretaker’s mission. Because of my promise with Emma.

“Did I ever tell you before?”

I placed my hand on Edwin’s shoulder.

“That I would stay by your side until you no longer need me.”

Edwin needed me now.

He must know that fact very well too.

“But, but…”

Edwin frowned.

“What if we both end up in danger? Neither you nor I might be able to save each other!”

He sniffled as if tears would fall at the slightest touch.

“If you get hurt or die because of me, then…”

“Getting hurt or dying in battle is common. Even if such things happen, it wouldn’t be Your Highness’s fault but my own mistake, so please don’t worry.”

I meant it to be reassuring, but it had little effect.

Edwin was looking at me with a shocked expression.

“So you’re saying Rachel dying doesn’t matter? Even though Emilia and I are here, you can just casually…”

“Your Highness, please calm down.”

It seems he misunderstood my words.

I swallowed a sigh inwardly and continued.

“I won’t die. I won’t get seriously hurt either.”

“How can you know that! No one knows what will happen to people!”

“No, I’m certain.”

Edwin’s mouth corners drooped at my answer.

The stubborn boy who had been persistently arguing began to furrow his brow deeper.

“You’ll get wrinkles.”

When I pointed between his brows with my index finger, Edwin flailed his arms.

“Ugh, don’t! Rachel, are you making fun of my words…”

“Aren’t you curious why I can guarantee that I won’t die or get seriously hurt?”

“What?”

I would have preferred to keep this secret from Edwin too.

But I have no choice.

“I’m only telling this to Your Highness.”

I pulled out a small knife hidden inside my sleeve.

“No, why is that coming out from there…”

Edwin stopped mid-sentence and closed his mouth.

The throwing knife that flew from my hand made a large circle in the air before returning straight back to my grasp.

“What, what was that? Just now?”

The young prince looked dazed as if he couldn’t believe it.

He alternately looked at the knife in my hand and at me.

“How did you do that? Was that just now magic…”

“It’s not magic. I’m not a mage.”

If I had talent for magic, I would have become a mage long ago.

Instead of working as an assassin who kills people for money.

“What I just showed Your Highness is a secret only you and I know, understand?”

“Ah, I got it. I understand, but how exactly did you do that?”

I shrugged my shoulders looking at Edwin who was making all sorts of expressions.

“It’s a power only I can use. You could call it a kind of secret technique.”

The Silver Thread Reaper.

The nickname I had when living as Kayla was thanks to this power.

‘The ability to draw out mana like thread and manipulate it freely.’

Moreover, the mana I was born with had the unique property of naturally mixing with people and objects without distinction, unlike others’.

‘I never dreamed I could use it even in this reborn body.’

I had only recently learned that the real Rachel also possessed the same mana as me.

‘I thought it would be absolutely impossible to draw out mana in the body of an ordinary caretaker who was neither knight nor mage.’

But as they say, you have to try everything to know.

Rachel’s body possessed exactly the same talent as I had before death.

At least in terms of mana.

“Are you somewhat reassured now, Your Highness?”

Meanwhile, Edwin no longer tried to dissuade me.

He just looked back and forth between my face and sleeves with surprised eyes.

“Then please tell Philip, the Count that there’s no need to arrange a separate attendant.”

I smiled brightly while hiding the knife back in my sleeve.

“Also tell him that The Caretaker personally selected the person to attend Your Highness.”

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A bright, sunny day perfect for welcoming a new family member.

The 3rd Prince’s Palace was bustling for the first time in a while.

“Really? Really?”

Emilia wore the pink dress sent by the King of Adamant and spun around me in circles.

She looked just like a small flower dancing.

“So Ria’s getting her own personal maids too?”

Today was the day when the new maids sent by Somnia would enter the palace.

Emilia had been excited ever since hearing the news a few days ago.

“There, over there!”

The child spotted Catherine’s head in the distance and began walking quickly.

‘Is she being careful?’

Ever since that day when she had run in the garden and bumped into Ian, falling down.

Emilia had completely stopped running off by herself.

I had told her it wasn’t her fault, but my reaction that day must have been quite shocking to her.

“Catherine! Catherine!”

“Oh my, Princess Emilia. Are you already awake?”

Catherine lifted Emilia into her arms as she rushed into her skirts.

“You must be tired, why didn’t you sleep more?”

“Mm-hmm, you said new people were coming! Ria came out to greet them!”

Even though it was usually time for her to be in dreamland, Emilia was full of energy.

“Oh my, how sweet of you.”

Catherine smiled warmly as if she found Emilia absolutely adorable.

“Ah, Caretaker! Good morning!”

“Good morning.”

“I was just wondering when you’d come out. The new arrivals all came through your acquaintance’s introduction, they said.”

Five maids sent by Somnia, the head of the Golden Goose Guild.

I turned my head toward the women standing across from Catherine.

“…Huh?”

“Caretaker?”

Catherine looked at my reaction with puzzled eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

I couldn’t bring myself to answer.

‘Somnia, has that woman gone insane?’

The five maids standing before me were all wearing gentle smiles.

Their facial features and clothing were each different, but their transparent glass-like eyes gave off a remarkably similar feeling.

‘I asked her to send real maids, and she sends only non-human things.’

That’s right, the maids Somnia had sent were not human.

They were all magical dolls, just like Lili, the spy placed beside the 2nd Empress.

“Caretaker? Is there some problem?”

“Ah, no. Nothing at all.”

The new maids looked at me and all bowed gracefully in unison.

It was flawless imperial etiquette.

“We greet Brown Lordling.”

“We’ve heard much about you.”

“Please give us any orders.”

They greet so well. Just like real people.

I rubbed my temples and swallowed a sigh.

“Hello! Hello! I’m Emilia!”

Whether she knew of my troubled feelings or not, the young princess rushed toward them as if she was simply delighted by the new faces.

“You’re all so pretty, sisters! Just like dolls!”

At the child’s piercing remark, not only the newly arrived maids but even I trembled.

“You know, Neitche said all the sisters could play with Ria. So from now on, you’ll only play with Ria! Got it!”

Could the young princess’s charm melt even the magic stone hearts of dolls?

The maids smiled as they watched Emilia moving around below their waists.

“Of course, Princess Emilia.”

“It’s an honor to meet you.”

“We came here solely to serve Princess Emilia. Naturally, that’s how it should be.”

Emilia’s eyes lit up when she heard the maids’ warm responses.

“Really? Then you’ll play word games with Ria from now on?”

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