The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 255

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Chapter 255. An Unexpected Proposal (4)

‘The sole survivor of the assassin’s attack.’

The Former Captain was a thorough person.

There was no way he would leave a survivor without any reason.

‘Perhaps keeping Rachel alive itself was…’

It must have been a kind of warning directed at Emma.

A warning that if she dared to meddle with the organization again without knowing her place, he would kill even the last remaining Rachel.

‘Perhaps Emma didn’t leave me because she feared the assassins.’

Maybe she chose to leave me to save the real Rachel.

Thinking about it that way, Emma’s actions weren’t entirely incomprehensible.

“Mrs. Conrad called you a lucky child, but honestly, when I first saw you, it was hard for me to accept you.”

Mrs. Brown made a troubled face and hesitated.

Then, as if she had made up her mind, she spoke in a small but clear voice.

“Honestly, you seemed so lacking that I doubted whether you could function as a proper person.”

“Dear, isn’t that a bit harsh?”

“But I think it’s better to be honest at this opportunity. And you were constantly opposed to it at first too, weren’t you?”

“Ahem…”

The Count coughed awkwardly as if embarrassed.

Then the Countess looked straight at me and opened her mouth.

“Mrs. Conrad persuaded us until the very end. She said she had gotten a job at the Imperial Palace, so she begged us to please adopt you. She even promised to send money for your upbringing if necessary.”

Emma had ultimately sent the real Rachel to be adopted by Brown County.

But contrary to her nickname as a lucky child, the real Rachel Brown was a person with many strange aspects.

“At first, I suspected you might have aphasia. You wouldn’t speak, showed no change in expression, just like a doll that would wake up, eat, and sleep when the time came.”

Mrs. Brown shook her head as if the memory was terrible.

“But since you understood what was said and did what you were told, I figured you weren’t a child lacking intelligence. The reason we only officially registered you after you turned twenty was because of that.”

The faces of the Count and Countess darkened.

They had cared for the real Rachel since childhood, and only formally adopted her after they were confident she could function as a proper person.

“…Rachel, you seemed like a child who was living only because you couldn’t die.”

Living only because she couldn’t die.

I thought about the real Rachel Brown who would have been the owner of this body.

How had she become such a breathing corpse?

‘There must have been a reason she became like that even with Emma by her side.’

I tried to guess the real body owner’s past but soon gave up.

Learning about the past of the real Rachel who had now disappeared would be of no use anyway.

“Rachel, let’s stop this melancholy talk. What does your past matter? You’ve now become a member of a distinguished noble family, practically the Prince’s closest confidant.”

“Yes, yes.”

The Count and Countess hurriedly wrapped up the conversation and returned to the original topic.

“So what do you think about the marriage proposal with Count Molton’s family?”

“Of course…”

I was about to say it was impossible when the Countess cut off my words.

“Rachel, if you’re okay with it, how about meeting him face to face right now?”

“No, I’m busy. I need to return to the Prince’s Palace immediately today. So visiting Count Molton’s family at this hour would be impossible…”

“Oh my, you don’t need to go to the Count’s family yourself.”

“…Excuse me?”

The Countess clapped her hands lightly and stood up from her seat.

Then she approached me, lifted me up with both hands, and led me toward the door at the back of the room.

“Since you said you were coming today, he also came to visit at just the right time.”

“What do you mean…”

The door opened without warning.

And in front of the door stood a tall figure.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Brown Lordling.”

Auburn hair and light brown eyes.

It was hard to find any hostility in his reasonably pleasant face.

As soon as our eyes met, he smiled brightly.

“I wonder if you know how much I’ve been looking forward to this meeting.”

Molten Viscount’s Eldest Son politely greeted me.

A mysteriously colored topaz earring dangling from one of his earlobes swayed.

“I’m Raily Molton, the eldest son of the Molton Family.”

“…You must know my name, so I don’t need to introduce myself separately.”

“Haha, of course.”

Raily bowed his head slightly toward me.

Along with a gentle smile that would appeal to anyone.

“Rachel, right?”

“Yes, as you know. So what’s the reason?”

“Reason?”

“You said you want to marry me.”

“Ah. That reason. If it’s that reason…”

His voice was so leisurely it was almost slick.

I watched Raily who was pondering, then turned my head.

“If it wouldn’t be rude, I’d like to have a conversation with this person alone.”

The Brown Count and Countess blinked at my words and then jumped up from their seats.

“Of course, of course! He’s an honored guest, so we must treat him well. Looking at you two facing each other like that, you match so well together, oh ho ho!”

“Since it’s a matter between a man and woman, we old folks will excuse ourselves.”

Fortunately, they left like the wind.

Both of them seemed to have misunderstood that seeing the Molton family’s eldest son in person had changed my mind about marriage.

“Let me start with an apology.”

Raily opened his mouth as soon as the Count and Countess left.

And along with the apology, he immediately sat on the sofa where the Count and Countess had been sitting.

“Please forgive the rudeness of proposing in writing before even meeting you face to face, Brown Lordling.”

“I suppose you don’t need forgiveness for the rudeness of sitting down without the host’s permission.”

“Oh my, did I offend you? My legs hurt from standing and waiting outside for so long.”

Instead of apologizing, he stood up from his seat and politely gestured to the opposite seat.

“Please sit down as well, my lady. Your legs will hurt if you keep standing there.”

I looked at Raily who was smiling broadly, then sat across from him.

“The atmosphere is quite different from our manor.”

“…Is this fun?”

I had planned to observe the situation more and have a calm conversation.

But watching him act so nonchalantly made it hard to endure any longer.

“Excuse me? What do you mean?”

Raily made an expression as if he didn’t understand.

“I’m asking if it’s fun to act in front of me.”

I glared at Raily with extremely cold eyes.

“Ian.”

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A cold silence fell over the reception room of Brown County.

Raily, no, Ian looked at me quietly and then opened his mouth.

“As expected, you’re quick to catch on.”

His attitude changed as soon as his identity was exposed.

Ian leaned back comfortably and draped one arm over the back of the sofa.

“When did you figure it out?”

“Since you greeted me at the door.”

“Really? How unexpected. To think you wouldn’t storm out even knowing who I am.”

“Is there a reason I should storm out?”

I glared at Raily, no, at Ian disguised as fake Raily.

“I haven’t committed any crimes.”

“Haha, is that so?”

It was a laugh that seemed somehow sharp-edged.

Ian, who had been chuckling for a while, brought his hand to the back of his head and peeled off his head and face like removing clothes.

“I was feeling stuffy anyway, so this works out well.”

It was Ian’s face that I knew.

That face that had been looking down at me until the moment of death.

Reflexively, strength entered both my fists.

“Then what’s your reason for sending those two away even knowing who I am?”

Ian asked while arranging his disheveled hair with his fingers.

Of course, his gray eyes remained fixed on me.

“Do you have something you’re curious about from me? Is it that after all? Something like the answer to our last conversation?”

“…Don’t mess around.”

I answered quietly, tensing my jaw.

“I’m holding back from wanting to tear you apart and kill you right here and now.”

“Why hold back? Do whatever you want.”

Ian smiled with utmost cheerfulness.

“Having died and come back to life, what is there to be afraid of?”

I could feel the veins bulging in my neck.

I suppressed my anger and didn’t look away from Ian.

Seeing my expression, he narrowed his eyes by half.

“That look right now suits you better than I expected. Should I say it fits your personality better than your previous appearance?”

Words that I couldn’t tell were praise or insult.

I looked at Ian silently.

“It’s truly fascinating how a dead person can come back to life and stand before me.”

His gray gaze scrutinized me thoroughly as if exploring.

He muttered to himself, then raised his voice again.

“On top of that, to think that after coming back to life, you’re working as a caretaker.”

Ian shrugged with a voice mixed with mockery.

“I never could have imagined it even in my dreams. I knew you liked children, but I never thought you’d waste your original talents playing such worthless house games.”

Worthless house games, he said.

I recalled the image of Edwin and Emilia running toward me with smiles.

Then, surprisingly, even amid the rising anger, I felt my head clearing.

“…To me.”

I had to change the subject.

Frustratingly, the current me wasn’t yet ready to discuss Ian and my death.

‘If I continue with that kind of talk now…’

I would either break down crying in front of Ian or try to kill him. The ending would be one of those two. But I couldn’t act so rashly before knowing what his scheme was.

“What’s your reason for proposing?”

I glared at Ian and added briefly.

“When you have no real intention of marrying, why did you stage this ridiculous farce?”

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