The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 285

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Chapter 285. Choice (3)

Am I still dreaming?

I moved my lips as I looked at Emilia through my blurred vision.

I wanted to say something, I needed to say something, but no voice came out.

“Still…too much…”

“His Highness is…”

“How should we handle…”

Voices echoed from all directions.

My head felt like it would split while my body was as heavy as waterlogged cotton.

Then someone pulled Emilia away from me.

“Rachel! No! Rachel!”

I could see the child reaching out with her small hands.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move even a fingertip.

“Please rest more, Caretaker.”

I could only twitch my eyes when I heard a familiar voice.

It was Catherine.

“I’ll take care of Their Highnesses. Please don’t worry too much.”

If you’re telling me not to worry, why are you crying?

I couldn’t voice the small question that arose in my mind and slowly closed my eyes.

Soon my consciousness sank back into the distant darkness.

* * *

The Imperial Palace of the Bentrum Empire.

With peace restored, the Emperor’s bedroom was utterly quiet.

“This is truly unbelievable.”

Cabellius III, Emperor of the Bentrum Empire, spoke heavily.

He sat on his bed reading a report, then leaned back against the headboard.

“I expected someone to be behind the Marquis of Redcliff.”

The Emperor’s half-lowered eyes showed a confused light.

“But I never thought it would be remnants of the Breath of Angels.”

The rebellion led by the Marquis of Redcliff had been completely suppressed.

While the resistance from the Emperor, Count Crowner, and the knights had been fierce, it was also thanks to the help of the King of Adamant’s party who appeared as if they had been waiting, and a mysterious white-haired mage.

“However, the most unbelievable thing is…”

The Emperor let out a groan.

Two weeks had passed since the chaotic crown prince investiture ceremony.

Punishments for the nobles and their associates who participated in the rebellion had long been decided. However, there was one person whose treatment remained undecided.

“The caretaker who stayed by the 3rd Prince’s side was the former leader of ‘that’ Breath of Angels.”

Rachel Brown, caretaker of the 3rd Prince Edwin.

The fact that her true identity was none other than Kayla Angel, the captain of the continent’s greatest assassination organization ‘Breath of Angels’ during its most powerful era, was enough to shock everyone including the Emperor.

“I heard she was killed due to internal strife within the organization in the past. Does the fact that woman is alive mean the Imperial intelligence department wasn’t doing their job properly?”

“That’s not it.”

How should I explain this?

Jerome stroked his chin with one hand, then spoke again.

“Kayla Angel definitely died. By the hand of Ian Angel, or rather Ian Miller, who participated in this rebellion.”

Viscount Ian Miller.

The right hand of the deceased Marquis of Redcliff.

However, his true identity was the vice-captain of the Breath of Angels.

“Right, there was that bastard too.”

The Emperor let out a displeased groan.

“A noble who became an assassin.”

His birth status before his true identity.

Ian was once the only son of a quite wealthy noble family that supported the Emperor’s brother in the past.

“If it’s such a bastard, I can guess why he joined the Marquis of Redcliff and started a rebellion.”

After suffering misfortune by jumping into power struggles without knowing his place, he must have been desperate for family revenge or restoring honor.

Forgetting that his family’s misfortune was ultimately due to being blinded by wealth and power.

“However.”

The Emperor lightly tapped the report on his knee with his fingertip.

“The report says Ian Miller’s cause of death was poisoning. Was this Kayla Angel’s doing?”

“That’s…”

Jerome hesitated for a moment, then spoke again.

“They say the King of Adamant handled it directly.”

“The King of Adamant?”

The Emperor frowned.

He recalled the events of the day the rebellion occurred.

He had suddenly burst in and fought the assassins in the hall, then suddenly disappeared, and we wondered where he had gone.

“The King of Adamant used poison to kill that bastard?”

It was an incomprehensible explanation.

Why would someone called the Knight King bother using poison to kill an opponent? He could just cut him down with one strike.

“That day, it was also the King of Adamant who saved the 3rd Prince’s caretaker.”

The Emperor’s eyes gleamed sharply.

“If the two were together, if Ian’s corpse was found at that location.”

He frowned and asked back.

“Isn’t it highly likely that it wasn’t the King of Adamant who killed Ian Miller?”

“Of course, I thought so too, but…”

Jerome continued with a sigh-laden voice.

“The King of Adamant keeps insisting that he killed him, so it would be difficult to deny it.”

It was strange.

Anyway, Ian was a noble of the Empire.

He was born of noble blood originally, and was someone who regained noble status through the deceased Marquis of Redcliff.

“Killing an Imperial traitor cannot be a crime, but killing an Imperial noble could be. He must know this. Why is he claiming he killed him?”

International relations could be infinitely good when things were good, but infinitely strained when things were bad. The Bentrum Empire and the Kingdom of Adamant were the same.

“Even though it was an emergency situation, entering the Imperial capital with armed knights without permission is a grave crime. Negotiations about that matter haven’t even taken place yet.”

The Emperor’s voice became slightly agitated.

The report in his hands crumpled.

“Moreover, he needs to explain why he was waiting near the Imperial capital on the day the rebellion occurred.”

Kaiden Ram, King of Adamant.

He was bold enough to set foot in the Imperial palace without the Emperor’s permission, but he wasn’t stupid enough to dig his own grave.

“Knowing how we would point this out…”

The Emperor glanced down at the last line of the report and made an even more ambiguous expression.

[Adamant side requests protection of 3rd Prince’s caretaker Rachel Brown (Kayla Angel) as a witness to this incident until the person fully recovers.]

Rachel Brown, the 3rd Prince’s caretaker, was subject to immediate execution once her true identity as Kayla Angel was revealed.

However, the execution was postponed due to this request from the King of Adamant.

‘That’s not all.’

The Emperor picked up the golden letter behind the report.

The sender of that letter from the Holy Kingdom was Johannes the High Priest.

‘Even the High Priest stepped forward to request Kayla Angel’s protection.’

According to Count Crowner’s explanation, it was probably because Kayla Angel had a history of working under Johannes the High Priest.

‘On top of that, even petitions from the 3rd Prince and his attendants. How absurd.’

They hadn’t even decided how to punish Rachel Brown yet.

After it was revealed that the Breath of Angels assassins were part of the rebellious faction, they all submitted petitions asking not to punish Rachel.

‘Is it because she’s an assassin? She must have been good at manipulating people’s hearts.’

The Emperor looked at the caretaker’s name written in the report with cold eyes.

‘Rachel Brown.’

From the moment he first met her, he had thought she was no ordinary person.

The Emperor suddenly recalled the image of Rachel Brown he had encountered at the Gloria Knight Order.

‘I thought it was my job to help Prince Edwin achieve what he desires.’

How irreverent those green eyes had been, looking up at him from below the staircase in an utterly respectful posture.

‘She really wasn’t ordinary after all. Who would have thought her true identity was the Crimson Reaper.’

The Emperor pondered silently for a long while before opening his mouth.

“Duke Crowner.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“What is Rachel Brown’s condition right now?”

“She regained consciousness this morning and then fell asleep again. According to the physician, she has passed the dangerous stage. He says she needs sufficient rest now.”

“So she doesn’t need further treatment?”

“That’s correct.”

Jerome glanced at the Emperor’s expression.

“Your Majesty, what shall we do with Brown Lordling, no, Rachel Brown…?”

“Is Rachel Brown currently staying at the 3rd Prince’s Palace?”

“Yes? Ah, that’s right. In her original quarters…”

“Have her moved to different quarters.”

The Emperor folded the report and casually tossed it onto the nightstand beside the bed.

“To the guest palace in the garden.”

“Yes? But that place is…”

The guest palace in the garden was a secret facility built for interrogating or torturing imperial family members or nobles who had committed crimes.

In fact, while it was called a facility, it was essentially no different from a prison.

“Considering her true identity, she should rightfully be locked in the underground dungeon, but I’m ordering her moved there in consideration of the fact that she’s still a patient who hasn’t fully recovered.”

For the Emperor, this was showing maximum consideration.

He seemed to be somewhat mindful of the King and the Emperor’s reactions.

“As soon as that woman regains consciousness, proceed with interrogation about her identity and treason.”

His voice was as cold as ice.

Jerome quietly responded to the Emperor’s command.

“I shall obey your command, Your Imperial Majesty.”

* * *

When I regained consciousness once more in the darkness.

What greeted me was yet another darkness.

‘This place is…’

An unfamiliar ceiling and windows blocked with iron bars.

I tried to sit up carelessly and flinched.

‘As expected.’

My arms and legs were bound to the four corners of the bed with chains.

Seeing that they were also sealed with magic, it seemed they had prepared quite thoroughly.

‘It seems everything has been exposed.’

The fact that my true identity is ‘Kayla Angel.’

Though I had been frightened beforehand, when the situation actually arose, I felt nothing at all.

Creeeeak.

Just then, the iron door across from the bed opened with a nerve-grating sound.

“Criminal, Rachel…”

The two helmeted knights confirmed I was awake and continued speaking.

“No, Kayla Angel, come outside.”

Calling my first name that I couldn’t abandon even in death.

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