The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 249

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Chapter 249. The Crimson Reaper (1)

“Hey, tell me an interesting story.”

How long do I have to keep holding this damn brat?

It was when Saylus was sitting there with a tired, vacant expression.

“What? An interesting story?”

“Yeah, an interesting story. Tell me an interesting story.”

Emilia whined with eyes still full of sleepiness.

“Ria thinks if you tell me an interesting story, I’ll be able to sleep.”

Suddenly asking for an interesting story.

There was no way a being who had been trapped in a magic circle for thousands of years would know any interesting stories.

‘Are all children this troublesome?’

Saylus scratched around his eyes with his fingertips.

Somehow, his respect for Kayla felt stronger than before.

No matter how he thought about it, killing people for money seemed easier than raising and caring for a child.

“Interesting story! Interesting story!”

“Ah, fine! Wait a moment! What kind of interesting story should I…”

“Sister, are you stupid? Like stories about princesses and princes getting married!”

“How many times do I have to tell you I’m not your sister, you little brat.”

More than that, are stories about princesses and princes getting married really interesting?

Saylus pondered what kind of story he should tell the young princess.

‘If I tell stories from my days as a mage, Kayla might kill me.’

Before leaving for Count Molton’s mansion, Kayla had given Saylus some advice.

‘She said if I told stories inappropriate for a child to hear, she’d rip my mouth apart.’

Certainly, the stories he had seen, heard, and experienced weren’t very good content to tell Emilia, who had grown up like a flower in a greenhouse.

“…What?”

It was when Saylus, who had no talent for making up stories, was pulling his hair out from the princess’s pestering.

“Why are you in Emilia’s room?”

“Brother!”

Edwin, dressed in pajamas, frowned as soon as he spotted Saylus holding the princess.

“Get your hands off my sister right now.”

“Tch, do you think I’m holding her because I want to? Your sister was insisting she wouldn’t sleep unless someone held her, so I was stuck doing this.”

“…Put her down. I’ll be the one to put Emilia to sleep.”

Well, well, look at that expression.

Those fiercely glaring eyes somehow seemed very similar to someone he knew.

‘For a little kid, he sure knows how to make that kind of expression. Anyone would think he’s Kayla 2.0.’

By the way, he was crying and making a fuss during the subjugation campaign, but now that he’s in his own home, he’s gotten quite bold.

“I said put her down quickly.”

“Fine, fine! What a temper.”

Saylus clicked his tongue and put Emilia down on the bed.

As soon as he put the princess down, Edwin jumped onto the bed.

“Emilia, are you okay? Not sleeping until this hour—”

The prince hugged his one and only little sister and pulled up the blanket.

“Mmm, brother, Ria is sleepy but not sleepy.”

“Ahaha, what’s that? How can you be sleepy but not sleepy?”

“It’s true, Ria is sleepy but not sleepy.”

“Okay, okay. Then brother will stay by your side until Ria falls asleep.”

“Mmm, then brother tell me an interesting story.”

“An, an interesting story? Again?”

A drop of sweat formed on Edwin’s forehead.

Seeing the kid who seemed used to caring for his sister break out in a cold sweat at the mention of interesting stories, he must have suffered through this many times before.

“Then Sir Pinet and Sir Bata from the knight order…”

“Noooo! You already told knight order stories before!”

Emilia shook her head with an annoyed voice.

“Tell me a different story.”

“Th, that’s…”

Edwin broke out in a cold sweat, not knowing what to do.

It seemed the young prince also had no talent for making up stories.

“Hmm, I miss Rachel.”

Emilia suddenly started sniffling and looked for her caretaker.

“Rachel always told me interesting stories whenever Ria asked. They were more interesting than the fairy tale books Catherine reads…”

My goodness, interesting stories told by Kayla.

An intrigued gleam appeared in Saylus’s eyes.

“Really? What kind of stories did she tell?”

“Mmm, stories about big countries in the east and pretty sisters who live there and plains with only sand and strange fish that live in the sea and handsome men who fought to marry a princess and…”

Our dear one was quite the chatterbox when it came to children, it seems.

Saylus raised the corners of his mouth as he listened to the princess’s words.

‘Well, she would have traveled all over the continent taking contracts.’

The stories of someone with rich experience were no different from interesting books themselves.

‘Still, she wasn’t the type to talk much about herself.’

Despite having that personality, she was telling the princess stories from her own experiences while pretending they were old tales.

‘She does seem somewhat different from the old days.’

Saylus recalled ‘Kayla Angel’ whom he used to know, not the current ‘Rachel Brown.’

‘Her unnecessarily kind nature is similar now and then, but back then she was much more…’

A face that was not just cold but lethally expressionless, ruthless green eyes where no emotion could be found, and a taciturn personality whose inner thoughts were unknowable.

The image of the red-haired Crimson Reaper, Kayla Angel, was still vivid in his mind.

“Little ones.”

Saylus grinned, baring his teeth as if he had finally thought of an interesting story.

“Instead of boring love stories between princes and princesses, how about the story of the red-haired assassin who was the strongest on the continent?”

“Red-haired assassin? What’s an assassin?”

“Hmm, you could say it’s like a knight of darkness.”

“Knight of darkness?”

Perhaps the description of a knight of darkness appealed to her.

Emilia’s eyes sparkled for a moment.

“How is an assassin a knight of darkness? Assassins are all bad…”

“That assassin wasn’t bad. She even secretly saved people.”

Where in the world would there be such an assassin?

Edwin looked displeased but closed his mouth as if curious.

“Now, listen. There once was an assassin called the strongest.”

Saylus lay diagonally at the edge of the bed and propped up his head.

“The strongest assassin called The Crimson Reaper.”

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Dusk settled over the mountain ridge.

Night came earlier than elsewhere to Count Molton’s mansion located in the borderlands.

Scratch, scratch.

The sound of a pen moving across paper could be heard.

Count Molton stopped writing and paused his hand.

“…Is someone there?”

A very small sound came from outside the door.

It was so quiet that one wouldn’t notice it at all without paying attention, but in such a silent place, it was enough to get on one’s nerves.

“What the…”

Count Molton frowned and rose from his seat.

“So you are Count Molton.”

At that moment, a low voice echoed by his ear.

Count Molton froze in his awkward position, halfway risen from his chair. A mysterious intruder was pressing a dagger against the back of his neck from behind.

“Doesn’t seem like a disguise.”

“…Who are you?”

Just moments ago, the count had been alone in his study.

Though there had been strange sounds outside the door, the door itself had never opened.

Count Molton broke into a cold sweat and clenched his fists.

“You don’t need to know who I am.”

The tone was quite resolute and cold.

The intruder continued speaking while still pointing the dagger at the count’s neck.

“I’ll ask you straight. Were you the one who sent assassins to the 3rd Prince’s Palace?”

“What do you suddenly mean by that…”

“You’d better not think about playing dumb.”

Count Molton swallowed dryly.

The presence of whoever stood behind him was growing more intense.

“Why did you hire hunters instead of professional assassins? Did someone else advise you to do that?”

It was a strange tone, as if they already had some suspicions.

Count Molton’s clenched fists trembled slightly.

“…Are you an assassin sent by His Highness the 3rd Prince?”

“Don’t you know it’s rude for a noble to answer a question with a question?”

“That doesn’t seem like something someone who broke into my manor should say.”

Count Molton was strangely defiant.

Even with his pale face and trembling hands, he didn’t really seem terrified.

“Seeing how defiant you are even while trembling, you must have something to rely on. As you wish…”

“Breath of the Angel.”

The hand gripping the dagger wavered.

The count seemed to have sensed the intruder’s agitation as well.

“As expected, that person was right.”

It was a situation where a dagger could be plunged into his neck at any moment.

Despite this, Count Molton kept talking.

“They said an assassin chasing the trail of the already vanished Breath of the Angel would come…”

“You bastard, are you connected to Breath of the Angel?”

“Well.”

Count Molton replied with amusement in his voice.

“I think you’re much more connected to Breath of the Angel than I am.”

Had he now overcome his fear?

The count laughed without moving a muscle.

“There are over two hundred knights and soldiers guarding outside, and dozens of assassins hiding to protect this place. The fact that you broke through such tight security and reached here means you’re quite skilled, no, an absolutely tremendous expert.”

“You…”

“It’s an honor to meet you.”

Count Molton suddenly offered a greeting without even turning to look at the intruder.

“Kayla Angel.”

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