The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 193

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Chapter 193. Those Who Share the Same Will (6)

Had I ever told this bastard that I had died and come back to life?

For a moment, my hand gripping the reins unconsciously tightened.

[I almost didn’t recognize you at first. I thought you were just disguised as usual.]

Saylus seemed to enjoy watching me panic.

He chattered away in an excited voice.

[How exactly did you die? And who used such a cunning method to bring you back to life? I’m really curious.]

“Cunning method? Who did such a…?”

I was repeating Saylus’s words when I flinched.

Edwin was glancing this way with strange eyes.

“What do you mean cunning all of a sudden?”

“…It’s nothing.”

Edwin still looked displeased.

Since there were fewer horses than people, he was once again forced to ride with me.

“Hey, about that mage.”

The young prince glanced around and lowered his voice.

“Is he really human?”

He does look somewhat ghost-like, but he is human.

I ignored Saylus’s voice screaming in my head about whether I’d ever seen such a beautiful ghost, and opened my mouth.

“He is human, at least.”

Actually, I wasn’t entirely certain.

I wondered if someone who had been sealed away for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years, could really be called definitively human.

“Really? He’s really human?”

“Yes, well. Probably.”

“What do you mean probably?”

Edwin looked around with eyes full of wariness.

“Honestly, no matter how I think about it, he doesn’t seem human. Using such strange and scary magic, and suddenly disappearing and appearing!”

“I understand your anxiety, but don’t worry – he won’t harm Your Highness under any circumstances.”

“But!”

He frowned deeply and lowered his head.

His blue eyes fell on my hands holding the reins.

“I told you not to worry about it.”

The hand I had cut with the dagger to summon Saylus had already healed without a single scar.

“Sir Johannes healed it completely, so it doesn’t hurt.”

“…It’s still strange.”

“Pardon?”

“The price of summoning being blood sacrifice. It’s like summoning a monster instead of a mage.”

Edwin narrowed his brow and turned his head completely toward me.

“I don’t care if he harms me! But what if he demands something strange from you later? If he asks for blood just to be summoned, he must have some other ulterior motive!”

Oh, that’s perceptive.

Intuition doesn’t develop easily, but he’s already figured that much out.

‘He does have ulterior motives.’

Though they’re far from the kind Edwin is thinking of.

By now Saylus should be whining in my head again, but he was strangely quiet.

“It’s really fine.”

“How can you guarantee that…?”

“He likes me.”

“Whaaaat?”

At the shrill scream, several birds perched on branches flew away.

Edwin looked shocked, as if he might jump up at any moment.

“What’s wrong, Your Highness?”

“He likes you? That white-haired mage likes Kayla?”

The three knights who had approached at the sudden scream inadvertently overheard Edwin’s words.

They all gaped and stared at me.

“The white-haired mage – you mean that guy from earlier?”

“He likes Sir Kayl?”

“But Sir Kayl is a man.”

“…That guy was definitely male too.”

In the Empire, same-sex love wasn’t an object of condemnation.

However, same-sex romance and marriage were rare among commoners, for the purely economic reason that they couldn’t produce children and thus labor.

“Then, then it’s even stranger!”

Edwin looked angry for some reason.

He clenched his fists and shouted.

“Making someone you like offer blood! Why would he make you do such a weird thing? He’s not a pervert!”

This is troublesome. How do I explain this?

I pondered for a while before speaking.

“My blood is a kind of toll.”

“Toll?”

“Yes, actually Saylus’s real body is trapped in an ancient castle very far away.”

According to Saylus, the seal confining him is very old ancient magic, composed of complex formulas that no one can completely break.

But as time passed, the magic power in the seal weakened day by day.

Accordingly, very small cracks appeared in the seal.

‘Cracks large enough for Saylus’s mental body to pass through.’

I didn’t know the exact principle by which Saylus moved through the gaps in the seal either.

I only knew clearly that through the soul contract we made when we first met, he could move back and forth through the seal’s cracks in mental body form.

‘And for his mental body to break through the seal’s cracks, external magic power is needed.’

External magic power – the medium for that was my blood.

More precisely, it was my magic power dwelling in the blood.

‘I thought I’d naturally be able to summon him since it was a contract made with our souls at stake…’

When Saylus actually answered my call and appeared, I felt a bit disturbed.

I should be happy to learn once again that I’m not different from my past self. But why does a corner of my heart feel heavy?

“Mental body? What’s that? I’ve never heard that term.”

Edwin tilted his head as if confused by the difficult word.

“I don’t know much about it either, but it’s like a kind of clone.”

I explained what Saylus had told me in the past as simply as possible.

“So there are restrictions on using magic.”

“Restrictions? What kind of restrictions?”

“He can only use any kind of magic exactly three times per day.”

Regardless of the magic’s power, Saylus could only use magic exactly three times per day. That was his fatal weakness.

“So there’s no need to be too wary. When he can’t use magic, he’s more useless than white curtains hanging on windows.”

“Hmm, if Kayl says so…”

Edwin still looked uncomfortable but didn’t bring up Saylus again. After a long silence, he spoke again.

“Hey, Kayl.”

“Yes.”

“How did you get to know someone like that anyway?”

“…We’ve known each other for a long time. Before I was adopted into the Count’s family.”

Edwin nodded slightly after hearing my answer.

“I see. I’ve thought this before, but you really have a wide network, Kayl.”

He wiggled his toes and added.

“Well, anyone who meets someone like Kayl would want to be friends.”

Does anyone want to be friends with you?

I struggled to suppress the bitter laugh that threatened to escape at Edwin’s words.

‘Friends. How ridiculous.’

The reactions of those who met me in the past were all remarkably similar.

Either threatening to kill me, or begging me to spare their lives.

“Prince Edwin is probably the only person who thinks of me that way.”

“That can’t be right. Where else would you find someone as good as you?”

Edwin answered with a firm voice.

“Though your personality does seem a bit strange.”

“…The people who say such things to me are also…”

I was about to say only His Highness, but stopped.

I remembered something Catherine had once said to me.

“Only His Highness and the Housekeeper, I suppose.”

“There’s also Emilia.”

“…Princess Emilia’s tastes are quite unusual as well.”

“Ahaha, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Edwin burst into hearty laughter upon hearing my response.

“But you know what? No matter how much you deny it, it’s useless.”

He leaned his back against me and glanced up at me sideways.

His grimy face was dazzling in the sunlight.

“Others always know better than we do what kind of person we are.”

“His Highness knows me better than I know myself? Do you really think so?”

“Maybe?”

Edwin straightened his posture again and continued speaking.

“My master once said that we exist to discover each other’s good points that we ourselves cannot see.”

I find it hard to believe that Seiji said something so profound.

While I was momentarily lost in other thoughts, Edwin stretched his arms as if yawning and turned back toward me.

“You said I was a strong person, right? I’ve never once thought of myself that way. So does that make you wrong?”

I didn’t answer.

Edwin grinned as if he had expected this.

“So my words aren’t wrong either.”

The young prince glanced at the knights who had moved some distance away and whispered softly.

“You’re a good person, Rachel.”

I had no chance to argue back.

While I was quietly staring at Edwin’s smile.

The familiar sound of a horn trumpet could be heard from far away.

“That horn sound is from Adamant!”

“It sounds like a rally signal?”

“We’re lucky. I thought we’d be wandering around longer.”

Finally, traces of our allies that we had found.

The 3 Knights all spurred their horses’ flanks simultaneously and galloped forward.

“Prince Edwin.”

“Yeah?”

I also picked up speed to follow them and whispered softly in his ear.

“The fact that we met the Prophet’s party is a secret.”

This was a matter I had firmly instructed the 3 Knights about before departure as well.

It would be no good if it became known that we had contacted the Prophet before the other princes’ parties.

“Yeah, I understand.”

Edwin nodded with a serious expression.

Hearing his response, I increased my speed even more.

In the distance, I could see Adamant’s flag fluttering in the air.

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