The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 252

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Chapter 252. An Unexpected Proposal (1)

“Do you like it?”

“…What if I said I didn’t like it?”

“Then Ria will tie it up again!”

“…I like it.”

Emilia clapped her hands with a satisfied smile at Saylus’s answer.

“Right? Even I think it’s pretty, don’t you?”

Instead of answering, Saylus let out a deep sigh and looked into the mirror.

His long, fine white hair was tied in several strands with colorful ribbons.

“I’m not some clown…”

“Why? It suits you well.”

“Ugh, it’s because you’re cheering her on from the side that this little brat commits such atrocities without hesitation!”

I started to chuckle at Saylus’s words but then wrinkled my nose.

“Rachel, what’s wrong?”

“Ah, the corner of my mouth stings a bit.”

“Why? Are you hurt?”

Emilia was startled at the mention of pain and rushed over to me.

The young princess grabbed my face with her small hands and brought her face close to mine.

“Did you get a wound? I don’t see any.”

“I accidentally bit the inside of my mouth. It’s not that serious.”

“Mmm, does it hurt a lot?”

“I’m fine, Princess Emilia. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Don’t be hurt, Rachel.”

Emilia hugged me and rubbed her face against my chest.

“When Rachel hurts, Ria hurts too.”

“Then I absolutely must never get hurt.”

As I held the princess and smiled, Saylus sneakily sidled up next to us.

“Honey, I hurt when you hurt too.”

“Don’t butt in just because you think it’s a good opportunity.”

“Hmph.”

Saylus drooped his shoulders with a dejected expression.

Just then, the door opened and Catherine entered.

“Caretaker, I’ve come to escort Princess Emilia.”

“Are you going to the Imperial Palace again today?”

“Yes, His Majesty the Emperor adores Princess Emilia so much. I wonder why he was so cold until now.”

Catherine shook her head as she took the princess from me.

Her slightly upturned lips suggested she felt both resentful and proud that the Emperor was finally showing interest in Emilia.

“Is Ria going with Catherine today?”

“Yes, I have business at the Imperial Palace too.”

The two of them greeted me while hugging each other.

“Well then, we’ll be back, Caretaker.”

“We’ll be going now!”

There was no need to use formal speech with a subordinate.

Emilia often used the formal speech she learned from Seiji with me and the maids, including Catherine.

‘Originally I should tell her not to use it, but.’

I waved at the two as they left the room.

‘It’s cuter when she uses formal speech at that age.’

I’ll just leave it be for now.

I looked down from the window at the two crossing the courtyard.

Emilia kept waving toward the window where I was standing.

“You bit your cheek? Is it okay to tell such an unbelievable lie just because there’s a child present, honey?”

“Should I have said that the inside of my mouth split because I got hit wrong while fighting?”

“How unusual.”

Saylus approached me and lifted my chin.

“Ah, let me see. Are you badly hurt? Should I use healing magic?”

“It’s not necessary. It’s not a fatal wound.”

I brushed away Saylus’s hand and leaned against the window.

Catherine and Emilia had disappeared far in the distance.

“You’ve seemed deep in thought since returning from Count Molton’s manor.”

Saylus asked as if guessing my inner thoughts.

“What exactly happened there?”

“…Nothing particularly special happened.”

Really, nothing special happened.

Except for the fact that Count Molton wasn’t Ian, who sent assassins to the 3rd Prince’s Palace, and that I fell into his trap.

“There’s no way you’d come back in such a battered state if nothing special happened. Don’t you know what you looked like right after returning from the count’s manor?”

“…You’ve seen me injured many times before.”

“Back then it was at most scratches on your palms! You’ve never returned with small cuts all over your body like this time!”

“That’s because my physical condition was better than now back then. I also received assassin training from childhood.”

The body of Rachel Brown that I possessed wasn’t naturally very strong.

She was short, and her limbs were shorter compared to my previous body. Moreover, she wasn’t particularly strong, so she had only disadvantageous conditions as an assassin.

“Sigh, fine. I have to acknowledge my honey’s stubbornness.”

Saylus plopped down on the opposite sofa and crossed his legs.

“So what did the count say? What was his reason for ordering hunters instead of assassins to kill the little ones?”

I thought for a moment before speaking.

“First, the Count Molton I met wasn’t the real count.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“When I entered the count’s study, an assassin was pretending to be the count.”

“Huh? An assassin pretending to be the count?”

Saylus tapped his knee with his fingertips and frowned.

“Don’t tell me they’re from Breath of the Angel?”

“It was a face I’d never seen before. Not an organization member I know. But there could have been organization members I didn’t know while I was dead.”

Although it’s said that Breath of the Angel was destroyed right after I died, you never know.

‘They might have made it only appear to have disappeared on the surface.’

Ian would be fully capable of that.

He was always someone who would use everything he could to get what he wanted or to succeed in a commission.

“And there were dozens of assassins stationed at the count’s manor.”

“What? Then all those wounds were from fighting those guys?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh, really! You should have called me at times like that! You insisted on fighting alone and got hurt! I can’t live like this, really!”

Saylus got angry as if he couldn’t believe it.

“How could you do such a thing when you made a contract with me? Don’t you know that if you die, it’s as if I die too? Take better care of your body!”

“I know, I know, so stop nagging. You should scrape the pot in moderation too.”

“Get used to it! I’ll scrape more when we get married!”

“…When did I ever say I’d marry you?”

“Weren’t you planning not to marry anyone anyway?”

He nodded his head cheekily at my words.

“Then the only one who’ll stick close to you until you die of old age is me, right? Then we’re practically married.”

He’s really good at fantasizing.

When I looked at him with tired eyes, Saylus’s momentum softened a bit.

He cleared his throat a few times and changed the subject.

“Ahem, so what really happened to the real Count Molton? Is he dead?”

“Most likely.”

“Then shouldn’t we inform The Emperor right now? If his children nearly died and the real Count Molton was also murdered by someone…”

“Even if we reveal the truth now, it would only result in the massacre of that hunter’s family.”

I crossed my arms and firmly shook my head.

“Prince Edwin also asked us not to report this to His Majesty for that very reason. So the events of that day must remain a secret.”

“Then what do you plan to do about House of Molton?”

“We’ll have to wait and see for now.”

As far as I knew, the real Count Molton had a wife and several children. If the real count was dead, his children would have likely inherited the title.

‘That’s assuming they’re safe, of course.’

But if the entire count’s family had been massacred, it couldn’t have escaped The Emperor’s attention.

‘If Ian orchestrated all of this, there’s a possibility he kept the family alive.’

The living are more valuable to exploit than the dead.

Since that bastard can no longer live as Viscount Ian Miller, he’s probably attached himself to another noble.

“Right now, I’m only focused on keeping The Prince safe.”

In truth, I didn’t have the luxury to worry about outside affairs.

Now that time had passed since the subjugation campaign ended, rumors were circulating in the Imperial Capital that there would soon be a crown prince investiture ceremony.

“So you better behave yourself and not cause any trouble.”

I gave Saylus a stern warning.

“It would be troublesome if unnecessary complications arose.”

Little did I know what was about to befall me.

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“Caretaker! Caretaker!”

It was an exceptionally sunny day.

I caught Catherine with one hand as she came running toward me in a frenzy, stumbling as she approached.

“What’s the matter, Catherine?”

“It’s, it’s about this!”

Catherine had a strangely flushed face.

She caught her ragged breath and handed me a letter.

“Brown Count, I mean, your father has sent a letter here!”

Brown County was the real Rachel Brown’s family.

I took the letter Catherine offered with surprised eyes.

“And, and this came with it too!”

Catherine also handed me another letter she was holding in her other hand.

And on the envelope of the second letter I received were words that absolutely should not have been there.

“…Marriage, proposal?”

Surely I didn’t read that wrong?

With a sense of disbelief, I looked at the words several times, but nothing changed.

“Kyaaaah! A marriage proposal! I don’t know what kind of man it is, but he has good taste! To propose to our Caretaker! Congratulations, Caretaker! Finally, you’ll have a partner too! What should I do! I’m more excited than you are!”

Unlike Catherine, who was delighted as if it were her own affair, I couldn’t be happy at all.

“…Hah.”

I let out a sigh as I looked at the writing on the marriage proposal.

The sender of the marriage proposal was none other than House of Molton.

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