The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 250

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Chapter 250. The Crimson Reaper (2)

‘How does he know who I am?’

Contrary to expectations, Count Molton was not Ian.

Yet he was certain of my identity.

“No answer, I see. So you really are Kayla Angel after all.”

“…Don’t be ridiculous.”

I pressed the dagger against the Count’s throat a little harder.

As the sharp blade touched, a red line appeared on his skin.

“Kayla Angel, that woman is dead.”

“Is that so? Knowing that woman is dead, you must have been well acquainted with her at least?”

A minor mistake had given him something to latch onto.

When I didn’t answer, the Count let out a low chuckle.

“The Breath of Angels has disappeared, but that person is still going strong.”

“…That person?”

“That person is not pleased with the fact that a relic of the past, which they turned to ash with their own hands, remains intact.”

Suddenly the Count spun around and swung his arm toward my face.

I barely managed to block his hand, which held a sharp dagger.

‘Was he hiding it in his sleeve?’

An ordinary count wouldn’t use techniques that only assassins would employ.

“You were an assassin? Was it all an act?”

“Hehe, wasn’t it quite a splendid performance?”

The moment our eyes met as I looked at him in surprise, he grinned wickedly.

“Those eyes really resemble The Crimson Reaper’s.”

I was so shocked that I couldn’t even speak properly.

At that moment, a stream of blood flowed from the Count’s mouth.

It seemed he had bitten down on poison hidden in his mouth.

“By the way, only noticing now—your senses are quite dull for an assassin. You must have lived a rather peaceful life until now.”

The Count smiled weakly and whispered in my ear.

“Shall I give you one piece of advice before I die?”

His breathing gradually slowed and his voice grew quieter.

“If you want to live, you’d better run away right now.”

As soon as his words ended, I heard sounds from outside the door.

‘One, two, three, four…twenty, twenty-one….’

I gave up counting when the number of presences exceeded twenty-one.

“That person despises The Crimson Reaper terribly. They intend to eliminate everything related to that person….”

The light gradually faded from the Count’s eyes.

“You too will have your head severed like the master of this manor….”

The poison spread faster than he could finish speaking.

Count Molton, or rather the assassin who had been impersonating the Count, became a cold corpse.

“Ha.”

It was absurd.

I relaxed my grip with a bewildered expression.

The fake Count’s body collapsed lifelessly to the floor.

“Oh my, oh my, I heard a little thief cat broke into our Count’s manor and caused a ruckus.”

Behind the door that had opened at some point, countless shadows were visible.

One of them lightly spun the dagger in their hand and giggled.

“What a very black little thief cat we have here.”

Those standing outside the door were all assassins.

I stared at them quietly before opening my mouth.

“…I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Are you also from The Breath of Angels?”

“Why bring up the name of that unlucky ruined organization?”

The assassin with the crude manner of speaking took a step into the room.

“By the way, did you handle all those guys lying in the corridor by yourself?”

“…Yeah, got a problem with that?”

“No problem. No problem, but.”

The assassin scratched his scalp with the end of his dagger’s handle.

“Should I say it’s disgusting? What’s the reason for just incapacitating them all without killing them?”

It was the expression of someone looking at a hypocrite.

He glared at me with furrowed brows.

“…You’re talking as if I committed some unforgivable act.”

“Of course. Aren’t you an assassin too?”

“Do assassins have to kill everyone they encounter?”

“At least you shouldn’t spare people who attack you.”

The assassin tilted his head crookedly at my words.

“Isn’t this common sense that even non-assassins know? If you don’t step on those trying to step on you, you’ll be crushed miserably someday.”

“…I agree with that, but I’ve decided not to live that way anymore.”

Once, I too believed that only the strong could have everything and make choices. Meanwhile, I thought the weak couldn’t choose anything and had no choice but to be cowardly.

“I learned that you can live without necessarily killing anyone.”

The world’s common sense wasn’t important at all.

The strong in their way, the weak in theirs.

I learned that everyone could be happy in their own way.

“I learned that it’s not about being strong or weak, but about caring for each other that matters.”

When we care for each other, we can all become strong.

I gripped my dagger properly while picturing Edwin, Emilia, and Catherine in my mind.

“…And if I kept killing people like before, I’d be too ashamed to face those kids.”

“I don’t know what you’re babbling about, but.”

The assassin at the front clicked his tongue and lowered his stance.

As his demeanor changed, the assassins behind him also began emanating killing intent.

“Eliminating all intruders is the only order our Count has given us.”

The assassin looked at me with a sinister smile.

“If you’re also an assassin, you’d understand, right? What an employer’s request means to us.”

“You talk too much.”

I promised to return within a week at the latest.

If I’m late returning again this time, what excuse will I give Emilia?

I stepped on the fake Count’s corpse with one foot and crouched down.

“Hurry up and attack, my kids are waiting.”

* * *

Late at night.

Soft conversation could be heard leaking from The Princess’s bedroom, which should have been quiet.

“So she faced a hundred people alone? That assassin called The Crimson Reaper?”

“That’s what I’m telling you! I really thought she wasn’t human back then.”

Saylus ran his hand through his hair as he recounted tales of The Crimson Reaper’s exploits.

“Originally, it was a request that should have been carried out by dozens of assassins moving as a team, but halfway through, all her teammates were taken out, so The Crimson Reaper had to handle it alone.”

It was less than ten years ago, but it felt like the distant past.

Saylus narrowed his eyes as he recalled the days when he worked missions with Kayla.

“Even though it would have been over quickly if I helped, that girl stubbornly refused my assistance.”

That day, if he had just snapped his fingers once, everyone in the castle would have stopped breathing.

“Why did she refuse?”

“Well, because my power was too strong?”

Saylus hesitated briefly at Edwin’s question before quietly adding.

“Well, back then I didn’t really listen to her much either…”

Perhaps it was because he had spent most of his life as a test subject.

Saylus was lacking in some aspects of humanity.

This was evident in how his own curiosity took priority over others’ suffering.

‘But Kayla is too harsh too.’

Just because he experimented a few times on guys who deserved to die anyway, she completely banned him from using magic on people ever again.

It was too cruel a punishment for a mage.

“That person called The Crimson Reaper is amazing.”

Edwin quietly gazed at Emilia’s sleeping profile.

Then he turned his head to lie down looking at the bedroom ceiling.

“Right, amazing? I still haven’t seen a human as strong as her…”

“In the end, infiltrating that castle and fighting the knights was all to rescue the war prisoners.”

Assassins don’t accept requests that aren’t profitable.

Also, no matter how much money is involved, they don’t take on requests with high chances of failure.

“Originally it should have been a request requiring dozens of assassins working together, but she carried it out alone to the end.”

“That’s true too. No matter how much money was involved in the request, her own life was nearly in danger.”

That day’s request came from a wealthy magnate.

He had begged and pleaded while offering a fortune, saying his daughter had been kidnapped during a territorial war and to please rescue her. Why he made the request to assassins instead of mercenaries was unknown.

‘If it had been other assassins, they would have just lied to the magnate saying his daughter was dead and pocketed the advance payment.’

Saylus recalled the memory of that day.

The image of Kayla carrying the magnate’s daughter on her back and escaping the castle despite being covered in blood came vividly to mind.

“But you know what’s even funnier? In all that chaos, she even opened the prison doors where other prisoners were held.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, she was quite an oddball among assassins.”

Edwin glanced at Saylus who was lying down and chuckling softly.

Then he fixed his gaze on the ceiling and muttered quietly.

“…Is that kind of person a good person or a bad person?”

You couldn’t call someone who kills people for money a good person.

But could you definitively call someone who risked their own life to save others a bad person?

“Sometimes I get confused.”

“What confuses you?”

“It’s confusing when I realize that someone I thought was really strange is actually kind and good. And…”

Edwin thought of his caretaker and the people of The 3rd Prince’s Palace, then recalled other adults he had encountered.

“Also when I realize that someone I thought was truly admirable actually wasn’t as admirable as I believed.”

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