The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 197

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Chapter 197. The Secret of the Red Magic Stone (1)

‘Why exactly did I die?’

I wanted to know that reason too.

Why Ian, that bastard, killed me.

“Who were you fighting when you died? Or did you take on some dangerous mission? You should have called me sooner if that was the case.”

Saylus stopped chattering to himself and frowned deeply.

“Wait, don’t tell me that bastard didn’t call me because he hated me?”

“Who?”

“Your lover. That bastard Ian.”

It wasn’t wrong, except for the fact that it should be past tense, not present.

For some reason, as soon as I heard Saylus’s words, laughter escaped me.

“What? Why are you suddenly laughing?”

“…Just because.”

To think that the lover I once cherished and the one who killed me shared the same name.

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t hide the bitter laughter that escaped.

“But did Ian really hate you?”

Saylus’s jaw dropped at my question.

“Good grief, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten everything?”

“What do you mean?”

“When I told you to break up with that bastard and date me instead, that damn guy immediately came at me saying he’d kill me! Don’t you remember?”

Ah, I remember.

It was the day when that guy, who usually rarely showed emotions in front of others, openly displayed his anger.

– A spirit? Don’t make me laugh. How dare a senile specter covet someone?

Even when all the organization members rushed in to stop him, it was useless.

Ian only calmed down after I forcibly dismissed Saylus.

“Just thinking about how I ended up getting kicked out because of that bastard still makes my blood boil.”

“…I was sorry about that.”

Even though he had been annoyingly clingy every single day for five whole years, Saylus had been my greatest source of strength.

The fact that I could become the organization’s captain faster than expected was largely thanks to Saylus.

“Why are you apologizing? That bastard should be the one apologizing.”

Saylus crossed his arms with a displeased expression.

“And if you were that sorry, you should have summoned me sooner. Calling me after all this time – you have no conscience.”

“…I apologize for that too.”

“Ah, forget the apologies!”

He waved his hand as if he no longer cared about past events.

“Anyway, there wasn’t a single thing I liked about that guy.”

“But back then, you also deliberately picked fights with him…”

“What are you talking about? That bastard started the fights first!”

Saylus rolled his eyes as if he felt wronged.

“Do you know how annoyed that bastard would get whenever I talked to you even a little or stayed close to you? And then when I said something to you, he’d completely change his expression and grin like nothing happened!”

“…Ian did that?”

“Yes! He was like a complete split personality!”

I couldn’t remember that well.

Ian wasn’t the type to smile much to begin with.

More precisely, he rarely knew how to genuinely smile.

‘…But in front of me.’

At least in front of me, he would often smile genuinely.

Whenever he did, his dimples would show and he’d look like a mischievous child.

That’s what I used to think back then. How ridiculous.

‘Maybe.’

I pressed my lips together as I hung wet laundry on the line.

‘Maybe even the expressions I thought were genuine smiles were also fake.’

I felt sick to my stomach.

It was always like this when I recalled memories related to Ian.

“What exactly did you like about such a two-faced bastard that made you date him?”

Saylus frowned as if he couldn’t understand no matter how much he thought about it.

“Whether it’s looks or ability, I’m much better, aren’t I?”

“…If you’re being serious, I’d appreciate it if you’d shut that mouth.”

“What? Are you saying I’m worse than that bastard?”

Honestly, I think that bastard and this one are pretty much the same.

But at least Saylus had saved me countless times, while Ian ultimately took my life – considering that, this one was better.

“Don’t tell me you still can’t forget that bastard Ian even after dying? If one person dies, it’s bereavement! Don’t tell me you’re planning to get back together with that bastard just because you came back to life…”

“That will absolutely never happen.”

I threw the rest of the laundry at Saylus.

He stood there awkwardly, holding the pile of wet clothes.

“What, what’s this all of a sudden?”

“What you’re talking about will absolutely never happen, so if you’re bored, stop babbling and finish hanging the laundry.”

“I could just use magic to do this in one go…”

“No magic.”

“What? Why! I have one magic use left for today!”

“Who knows what might happen before the day changes.”

If monsters attacked again or an emergency situation arose, I might need Saylus’s power.

“And why would you use magic for something like this? Just use your hands.”

“But for a great mage like me to do such trivial work…”

Saylus pouted and grumbled.

Even so, he started hanging the laundry, waving his long arms around.

“But why won’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what now?”

“How exactly you died.”

“I was murdered.”

I just answered truthfully without thinking.

Suddenly, silence fell all around.

“…By whom?”

Saylus looked at me while still holding the laundry.

The shadow cast at his feet was writhing.

As if it would explode at any moment.

“Who killed you?”

“Saylus, calm down…”

“Tell me right now.”

His bright red eyes flashed dangerously.

“Hmm? Come on, tell me, Kayla.”

A gentle yet cunning voice echoed in my ears.

“Just tell me the name. Whoever killed you, I’ll tear them apart alive.”

Cold fingertips brushed against my cheek.

Saylus, who had somehow come close, leaned his face against my shoulder and whispered.

“I’ll get revenge for you, so hurry up and tell…”

“Stop.”

I covered Saylus’s mouth with one hand.

“I’ll handle my own revenge.”

Saylus frowned as if protesting my words.

“So just do what you’re told.”

As I slowly lowered my hand, he shouted in a shrill voice as if he’d been waiting for this moment.

“You’re telling me to just sit still! What kind of nonsense is that! We obviously have to kill the bastard who murdered us!”

“I told you to lower your voice.”

“Is that really what’s important right now?”

Saylus glanced toward the tent and then whispered quietly.

“Why won’t you tell me? Don’t tell me you don’t know who killed you…”

“I know. I know, alright.”

I know all too well, that’s the problem.

I looked straight at Saylus and warned him.

“So don’t get involved.”

The more important something was, the more I had to handle it with my own hands.

Especially if that something was revenge against the lover who killed me.

“Even if it ends, I’ll end it with my own hands.”

* * *

Late at night.

Light was still leaking from Adamant’s encampment.

“Give up on that woman.”

Aurel pointed accusingly at his lord who sat leaning back in his chair.

“Absolutely not. It’s too dangerous.”

“What do you mean, woman?”

Oliver’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden shouting.

“Who else could it be? Kayla Angel, that woman.”

A subtle crack appeared on Kaiden’s face as he sat with his eyes closed.

“Wait, Lord Aurel, you saw that woman? When and where?”

“I wondered why you kept visiting the 3rd Prince’s quarters.”

Aurel ignored Oliver’s words and continued speaking.

“It wasn’t because of your nephew, but because of that guard, wasn’t it?”

“What are you talking about? Because of a guard?”

The mage burst out in frustration as if exasperated.

“Didn’t you know that His Highness the 3rd Prince’s guard is that woman?”

“What? That person is a woman?”

“Not just any woman, but that woman! Kayla Angel!”

Oliver looked dumbfounded.

He knew the 3rd Prince’s guard well.

The one who had shown strange prowess from the first day of the subjugation campaign.

“But that’s impossible. The gait, behavior, and voice were all unmistakably those of a man…”

Oliver blinked rapidly as if he couldn’t believe it.

“When I got close, there was no Adam’s apple.”

Until then, she had been wearing shirts that came up to her neck, so he hadn’t noticed.

But when she came running claiming Oliver had sent her, Aurel accidentally caught sight of Kayla’s neck through the gap in her open shirt collar.

‘That’s why I was shocked when that person called her “my dear.”‘

It was only natural.

If the lover Kaiden cherished had formed a connection with another man as soon as she came back to life, Aurel would be the one to suffer most.

‘It feels like just yesterday when he was making a fuss about finding a way to revive her after hearing Kayla Angel had died.’

What if, after all that trouble to revive his beloved woman, she had fallen in love with another man? He was terrified to think what demands his lord might make then.

“Her lines were also strangely delicate.”

Sometimes there are truths that can only be seen when viewed with suspicious eyes.

Aurel continued with a deeply furrowed brow.

“Her face was also very familiar.”

“A familiar face?”

“Doesn’t she look exactly like the 3rd Prince’s caretaker?”

“Huh…”

Oliver finally seemed to catch on to everything and covered his mouth.

“So, what you’re saying is…”

The continent’s greatest assassin that Adamant’s young king had been searching for so desperately.

She was the same person as the 3rd Prince’s caretaker, Rachel Brown.

Though now she wasn’t a caretaker but the 3rd Prince’s guard, Kayl Angella.

“Wait, you really didn’t know? Since you sent that person to stop our lord, I thought you knew everything.”

“I didn’t know! I didn’t even know that person was a woman in the first place!”

“Anyway!”

Aurel dismissed it as if it didn’t matter and changed the subject.

“Give up on that woman! It’s too dangerous!”

The mage shouted at Kaiden, who still lay with his eyes closed.

“A human who commands living magic stones! Her very existence is a disaster!”

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