The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 267

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Chapter 267. Bloody Feast (4)

‘The fire has spread more than I thought.’

While the outer walls of the Prince’s Palace looked intact, the inside was thick with smoke from the flames.

‘Either the embers spread inside, or someone deliberately threw sparks.’

Whatever the reason, I had to quickly rescue Seiji and escape from this place.

I picked up a decorative vase near the entrance. Then I soaked my handkerchief with the water inside and poured the rest over my head.

‘It would be terrible if I lost this.’

The four-leaf clover Emilia gave me showed through the wet handkerchief.

Who would have thought I’d use the handkerchief Catherine had made with such care, the one she was disappointed I wasn’t using, like this.

“P-please save me, please save me…”

As I quickly crossed the corridor, I heard a faint voice from a corner.

“Are you alright?”

“T-The Caretaker?”

The maid looked at me with wide eyes and tears streaming down her face.

“Did you come to save me?”

“Yes, that’s right. So please get up quickly.”

The maid seemed to have inhaled a lot of smoke and couldn’t properly control her body.

I managed to get her up, but she was in no condition to walk on her own.

“Where are the others?”

“I-I don’t know. I was running away from the masked intruders who suddenly appeared, when the flames suddenly shot up…”

Intruders.

For a moment, I felt the strength drain from my fingertips.

“They were all wearing black masks. Just like assassins. At first I thought they came targeting Prince Edwin or Princess Emilia, but they suddenly just set fires and disappeared.”

The maid gasped for breath as she poured out words like a machine gun.

“I was the only one near the intruders. So I screamed that there was a fire and ran, but I was too slow…”

The 3rd Prince’s Palace was excessively large.

For a slow-moving maid, it would have been impossible to escape the fast-spreading flames and rising smoke.

“I understand. Stop talking now and hold on tight.”

I held the maid and jumped out through an open window.

Perhaps thanks to the fresh air, her breathing eased a little. The maid gasped with her tear-stained face.

“From here, you’ll have to go on your own. If you want to live, crawl if you must toward the main gate.”

“What? Then what about you, The Caretaker…”

“I’m going to bring out The Gardener. Move quickly before the flames spread here.”

After finishing what I had to say, I immediately climbed back up to the window I had jumped from.

“The Caretaker, it’s dangerous. The Caretaker…”

I could hear the maid murmuring outside the window, but it soon became quiet.

I surveyed the burning building as I crossed through it. Unfortunately, that one maid I had evacuated through the window seemed to be the only survivor.

‘…Damn.’

Suddenly, I remembered the first day I died.

Curses naturally came to mind, but I held them back and pressed forward.

It would be troublesome if I opened my mouth carelessly and inhaled smoke.

“Seiji! Seiji!”

I could only shout after breaking through the flames and emerging into the garden.

“Seiji! Are you there! Answer me!”

The garden was already like a pit of fire.

The medicinal and poisonous herbs that had grown in Sage’s Herb Garden were all burned and scattering as ash.

The cabin where he had stayed was also burning brightly like a giant piece of firewood.

‘Surely not…’

He couldn’t have foolishly burned to death inside there.

Burning to death is so painful. A person called a sage wouldn’t have failed to escape without knowing that.

‘He wouldn’t have died because of some research materials and reagents. Yes, surely not.’

Research materials could be rewritten, and reagents could be made again.

But for some reason, all I could think of was Seiji excitedly making medicine for the scale disease.

‘With the Holy Kingdom’s cooperation, scale disease will no longer be an incurable illness. Once this treatment is completed, all scale disease patients will be free!’

He had worked hard making basic reagents, saying he had to manufacture the medicine immediately upon receiving the final ingredient for the treatment that only came from the Holy Kingdom.

‘Why make it in advance? So we can distribute the completed medicine to everyone as quickly as possible. The other ingredients are also hard to obtain once their season passes, so we have to make them when they’re available.’

As quickly as possible, for as many people as possible.

Recently, Seiji had been incredibly happy making treatment medicine for scale disease patients.

‘Haha, what good is a treatment if the supply can’t keep up with the patients’ demand?’

He was someone who smiled so brightly with his wrinkled face.

I raised my voice and shouted in the roaring flames.

“Damn it! Seiji! Seige Ril! Answer me! If you’re alive, answer!”

“Absolutely not! Kill me instead! You human scum!”

At that moment, like a miracle, I heard Seiji’s voice.

But it wasn’t an answer to my call.

“Don’t come! Don’t come!”

Near the wall, not far from the burning cabin.

Seiji was trembling all over as he swung a long pickaxe.

He was surrounded by several people wearing black masks.

“I know your face. Baron Seige Ril. The scholar who became everyone’s target after creating a treatment for scale disease.”

One of the masked figures stared at Seiji, then looked at the boxes behind him and his eyes lit up.

“Are those all scale disease treatments?”

“You could buy a territory just by selling one of those boxes.”

“Ha, you think we can only get that much for them?”

One masked figure lightly spun the sword in his hand and stepped forward.

“Besides the treatment in those boxes, if no more treatment comes out, we can sell them for an even higher price.”

“Don’t come! I told you not to come!”

Wasn’t there an option to abandon the boxes and leave?

Watching Seiji trembling but not backing down, and the masked figure threatening him, I felt something hot rising from within.

“This old man is the only one in the world who can make scale disease treatment. So if we kill this old man, no more treatment will come out…”

My body moved faster than I thought.

I deeply slashed the throat of the masked figure who was approaching Seiji while spouting nonsense.

“Huh?”

The one who first looked at me with confused eyes slowly fell forward.

“Gurgle…”

The fallen masked figure instinctively grabbed his throat.

But it would be useless. I had precisely severed the carotid artery in one stroke.

“You, how did you…”

Surprised, Seiji stammered.

But after seeing my eyes, he immediately shut his mouth tight.

“Take the boxes and head toward the main gate. Princess Emilia and the maids will be waiting there.”

“What? Then what about you…”

“I’ll handle myself. Go quickly.”

I cast a glance at the hesitating Seiji.

“And once you safely meet up with the maids, all of you escape to the banquet hall together. Prince Edwin and Catherine are there, and knights are guarding that place too.”

“You…”

“You’ll only be in the way if you stay here. Don’t waste time and hurry.”

Seiji didn’t ask any more questions.

He gathered the boxes in his arms, turned around, and ran away.

“Rachel Brown, return safely! This time too, you must!”

Without forgetting a single word of that unnecessary advice.

“The Master said he would recognize you immediately, and he was right.”

Just as the masked man with his throat cut breathed his last.

Another masked man glared at me and opened his mouth.

“So you’re that bitch. The 3rd Prince’s caretaker, Rachel Brown.”

Amidst the blazing flames, the masked men pointed their swords at me.

“The dead angel, The Crimson Reaper.”

Hearing the masked man’s words, I felt a conviction close to intuition.

The person who orchestrated all of this, the one these bastards call Master, is Ian Angel, that bastard.

“Enough with the cringeworthy introductions.”

I readjusted my grip on the sword that had cut the masked man’s throat.

“Where is this master of yours?”

“Don’t make me laugh. Do you think I’d spill that so easily?”

“Yeah, I figured as much.”

I didn’t want to dirty my hands any more than I had while living as a caretaker.

I glanced down at the dead masked man’s corpse and then raised my gaze.

“…Since it’s come to this, there’s no reason to hold back anymore.”

I could feel the air growing hotter by the moment.

I gestured toward the masked men who were openly displaying their hostility.

“Come at me, I’ll kill you all.”

The provocation was successful.

The masked men charged at me all at once without even shouting.

‘Kayla, you said you hated being called weak.’

The words of The Former Captain, now dead, came to mind.

‘Do you want to know why you’ll always hear such words no matter how hard you try?’

No matter how much I honed my combat skills, I always suffered defeat after defeat in sparring matches with him.

The Former Captain had said those words to me after I failed to win consecutive sparring matches.

‘You fundamentally have a habit of sympathizing too much with others. As long as such feelings exist, you’ll forever remain weak.’

For a moment, the blades flying toward vital points seemed to move incredibly slowly.

‘Can I dodge them all?’

That instant of being caught in past memories seemed to lead to carelessness.

It was when I was conflicted about how to avoid the blades flying toward my shoulder, nape, and knee.

‘Kayla, why are you saying such things?’

A memory from very early childhood faintly surfaced.

Emma’s voice, which I had heard once in a corner of the temple courtyard, brushed past my ears.

‘Who on earth said that? Who called you a pitiful and weak child, Kayla?’

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