The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 271

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Chapter 271. Bloody Feast (8)

Are there things in this world that can never be forgiven?

If I had to pick one, I thought it would be something like a lover killing me without even telling me the reason.

“Ra, chel…?”

Edwin was looking at me with clouded eyes.

The boy was breathing raggedly in Catherine’s arms.

The hand clutching his stomach was stained with blood.

“Your Highness, please stay conscious.”

“Ugh…”

“Even if it hurts, please bear with it a little. We’ll be able to treat it soon, very soon.”

Catherine was sobbing as she tried to stop Edwin’s bleeding.

His already pale face had now turned so white that not a trace of color could be found.

“Brother, blood. Blood means it hurts, but it shouldn’t hurt…”

Emilia seemed just as shocked, trembling all over.

Perhaps too shocked to even cry, the child was holding her brother tightly.

“You are…”

Philip looked at me with confused eyes as I suddenly appeared.

He alternated his gaze between me and the assassin I had slammed into the wall, then frowned.

“How could you…”

How could a mere caretaker defeat an assassin?

Philip’s eyes were full of such suspicion.

“So you’re the woman The Master is looking for.”

The assassin standing across from me seemed to recognize me and spoke up.

“Kayla Angel…”

The assassin staggered with his mouth still open.

It was because a silently thrown dagger had pierced straight through his mouth.

“What just…”

“There was no preparatory movement…”

The assassins were greatly disturbed when their comrade was taken down.

Normally, people have certain postures they take before attacking, but they hadn’t seen such movements from me, so their confusion was understandable.

Thud.

Meanwhile, the assassin with the dagger stuck in him spewed blood like a fountain after a delay.

Then he collapsed backward like a puppet with cut strings.

“…I used up all my remaining patience getting here.”

It felt like flames were burning inside my body.

Even though I wasn’t the one bleeding, my vision seemed to be tinted red.

I gripped daggers in both hands while listening to Edwin’s increasingly shallow breathing.

‘It doesn’t matter anymore.’

Edwin and Emilia, and Catherine too.

I didn’t want to reveal my true identity to them, at least.

That’s why I had hidden my past with ridiculous excuses.

‘Now it really doesn’t matter anymore.’

My thoughts changed at this very moment.

I didn’t care whether the three of them discovered my identity or not.

“…From now on.”

Was it anger at myself for failing to prevent Edwin from getting hurt, for not being there with Emilia and Catherine? Or perhaps anger at the fact that those before my eyes were once my own kind? Maybe it was a form of self-loathing.

“I’ll show you all.”

Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter.

Right now, I only wanted to cool this rage boiling up from deep within my body.

“What happens when you touch something you shouldn’t have touched.”

The moment the moon, hidden by passing clouds, revealed itself again.

I shot forward like an arrow, as if returning to my dead and gone past.

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‘This is impossible…’

Philip unconsciously held his breath.

At first it was because of the killing intent and fighting spirit Rachel was emanating from her entire body, and now it was because of the battle unfolding before his eyes.

‘How can a person move like that?’

Rachel was moving with unbelievable strength and speed.

Now even the question of whether that small frame could handle three skilled assassins had disappeared from his mind.

‘At this level, what that dead assassin said earlier seems to be true.’

Two daggers handled like parts of her body.

Swift evasion that moved as if already predicting incoming attacks, and counterattacks that flowed like water. In an instant, two of the three assassins had become unable to fight.

‘Kayl Angella, Kayla Angel, and…’

Philip recalled the image of Kayl Angella he had seen during the Subjugation Campaign.

Surprisingly, his appearance completely overlapped with Rachel Brown’s profile as she faced the assassins.

‘Those eyes.’

Now he could see things that hadn’t been visible before.

The Rachel Brown before his eyes had exactly the same face as Kayl Angella.

Especially those strange green eyes with a golden gleam when looking at opponents were chillingly identical.

‘The Kayla Angel we’ve been searching for.’

To think she was right nearby.

And as The 3rd Prince’s caretaker, no less.

Philip drew in a breath at this unbelievable reality.

Thwack.

The assassins’ battle was quite fierce, but ended faster than expected.

Rachel picked up a candlestick rolling on the floor and struck down directly on her last opponent’s head.

Thwack, thwack, thwack.

The fight was already over.

But Rachel continued to strike the already unconscious assassin with the candlestick.

“Stop it, Brown Lordling.”

Philip tried to stop her as he couldn’t bear to watch, but it didn’t seem to reach Rachel’s ears.

“I said stop!”

Rachel only came to her senses when Philip directly grabbed her wrist.

She glared at Philip with wide eyes.

“Hah, haah…”

Rachel, who had been breathing heavily, flinched her shoulders and slowly turned her head.

“Caretaker…”

Catherine, who was a few steps away, was looking at her with tear-filled eyes.

“Rachel, stop, it. I’m fine…”

Edwin called to his caretaker in a fading voice.

“…Rachel?”

However, Emilia had frightened eyes.

Whether she was simply scared of the bloody scene or shocked by seeing her caretaker commit violence was unclear.

Clang.

Rachel weakly dropped the candlestick she was holding.

Then she slowly turned away from those she was supposed to protect.

“…Philip, the Count, may I entrust Their Highnesses and Catherine to you?”

Philip answered her words in the same tone as usual.

“You don’t need to ask. It’s my duty to perform.”

“…That’s a relief.”

Rachel fixed her disheveled hair and tied it back before continuing.

“All the magic circles carved into the palace gates have been destroyed. And it seems they’ve taken measures to prevent external magic from interfering within the Imperial Capital. Teleportation magic will likely be impossible.”

Only after straightening her clothes did she meet Philip’s eyes.

“Now that you know my true identity, you probably won’t trust me anymore.”

Instead of answering, Philip stared at Rachel intently.

“But I am still the caretaker of The 3rd Prince and Princess. I can do anything to protect them both.”

Her tone sounded as if she were admonishing herself.

Rachel paused to catch her breath before speaking again.

“Please protect them. And The Empress and Prince Adrian may also be in danger. The enemies’ most important target seems to be Prince Adrian.”

“Do you know who these enemies are?”

“…Yes, roughly.”

She began walking as if she had nothing more to say.

“Wait a moment, where are you going?”

“I’m going to meet the one responsible for this situation.”

“What? Who is that…?”

“The enemy who killed me.”

It was a statement whose meaning was unclear.

Philip stared blankly at Rachel as she passed by him.

“Caretaker! Caretaker, where are you going! Caretaker!”

“Rachel! Ra-chel!”

Catherine and the children called out pitifully from behind, but she didn’t look back.

Whoooosh.

Eventually Rachel disappeared into the darkness of the long corridor.

With heavy footsteps, like a sinner walking into hell of her own accord.

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“Are these all the mages remaining in the Imperial Capital?”

The Emperor, Cabellius III, frowned.

There were fewer than five palace mages summoned to suppress the flames.

“Yes, most of the mages recently took leave and returned to their respective houses.”

For so many mages to return to their family houses at the same time.

The Emperor remained deep in thought with a furrowed brow.

“Still, we’ve suppressed all the fires! It will take some time to repair the magic circles with this number of people, but…”

While one knight was giving his report, the night sky suddenly brightened once more.

“What is that?”

“It looks like a signal flare?”

“It seems to have come from the direction of the banquet hall…”

It was then that The Emperor and knights were confused by the unexpected situation.

Rumble rumble rumble.

The ground tremors that started from not far away drew closer.

“The sound of hoofbeats?”

“Look over there!”

One knight with good eyesight turned pale and shouted.

“It’s, it’s the insignia of House of Redcliff!”

The flag fluttering in the briefly illuminated view bore the crest of House of Redcliff. And beneath it, countless soldiers could be seen.

“Treason, it’s treason!”

Everyone’s faces, including The Emperor’s, hardened like stone.

The night of the bloody feast was just beginning.

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