The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 304

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Side Story 1. The Knight and Assassin’s Proposal Operation (3)

“Ah, no, what is this.”

Edwin stood there holding the letter, not knowing what to do.

He looked at me with his eyes wide open.

“Rachel, what is this supposed to mean? Wasn’t Catherine dating Philip, the Count?”

“…That’s what I thought too.”

Before departing for the summer hunting competition.

I had clearly seen the two of them sharing an intimate, lover-like farewell in the Prince’s Palace Gardens.

“Then what on earth happened? Did the two of them break up without us knowing? Or did Catherine suddenly change her mind…?”

“That’s probably not it.”

I firmly cut off Edwin’s words.

“Catherine isn’t that kind of fickle person.”

“Then what does all this content in the letter mean?”

“Look at the letter more carefully.”

At my words, Edwin flinched and examined the letter again.

Then, as if realizing something, he blinked his eyes.

“This isn’t Catherine’s handwriting, is it?”

“That’s right. It’s a good imitation, but Catherine didn’t write this herself.”

I remembered Catherine once mentioning that her father was the one who taught her how to write.

‘It was shortly after father bought his noble title with money. Our family was wealthy, and my parents got along well. Father was always in a good mood and personally taught me how to write.’

Even though she said she hated her father, Catherine’s face had a faint glow of happiness when she talked about those memories.

‘So even though I don’t resemble him in anything else, my handwriting is the only thing that’s similar to father’s. I hated it and tried to change it when I grew up, but handwriting doesn’t change easily.’

Very similar but strangely different handwriting.

This was probably a letter sent by Viscount Beil imitating his daughter Catherine’s handwriting.

“Then what should we do?”

After hearing everything including what I had heard from Somnia, Edwin stamped his feet in place.

“If Catherine is being forced into marriage, we can’t just stand by and watch! Catherine is someone who takes love so seriously! She always told me she would never marry a man she didn’t love!”

Someone who takes love more seriously than anyone.

That was the most appropriate description of Catherine.

“…Prince Edwin.”

I had no choice.

My duty was as a caretaker, but for this moment, I decided to set aside that duty.

“If you would permit it, may I go to the Veil Estate?”

As soon as Edwin’s eyes met mine, he suddenly wore a serious expression.

“…You’ll return safely, right?”

“Yes, as I always have.”

I smiled lightly while looking at Edwin’s worried face.

“I’ll return with Catherine.”

“But…”

Edwin wore a hesitant expression.

“Won’t it be dangerous if Rachel goes alone again? You’ll need to come back with Catherine, but if you get caught while escaping…”

“Ah, don’t worry about that.”

I lightly patted Edwin’s shoulder and turned my head.

“This time, I’m not planning to go alone.”

* * *

Late at night.

All the lights were out at the headquarters of the Gloria Knight Order, the pride of the Bentrum Empire.

“Sigh.”

Philip, the Vice-Captain of the Gloria Knight Order, was half-lying on his bed, fidgeting with something.

‘I should have given it to her then after all.’

What he held in his rough fingertips was a thin, delicate ring.

On the yellow gold band, a purple sapphire half the size of a pinky nail was sparkling.

‘But she said she wasn’t ready yet.’

Before leaving for the summer hunting competition.

Philip had brought up the topic of marriage with Catherine, suggesting they should consider it soon.

But the answer he received was different from what he expected.

‘I want to start a family with you too, Philip. But I’m not ready on my end yet. There are issues with my family, and my personal problems too.’

He already knew well that the Veil Viscount family was struggling financially.

He also knew that Catherine’s father, Viscount Beil, was someone who couldn’t properly fulfill his role as head of the household.

‘I understand the family issues. But Catherine, what exactly do you mean by personal problems?’

Catherine didn’t answer Philip’s question.

She only wore an ambiguous smile.

‘Perhaps…’

For a moment, he thought that maybe Catherine’s feelings had changed.

Philip looked at the ring with a dark expression. The purple sapphire rippled with red light, colored by the candlelight illuminating the room.

“Sigh.”

“Is this really the time to be lying down and sighing?”

Someone’s voice that seemed to find him pathetic.

Philip kicked off from the bed and got up.

“You are…!”

He grabbed the sword placed beside his bed and was about to assume a combat stance when his eyes widened.

“…Kayla Angel?”

“The woman who had that name is already dead and gone.”

“Ah.”

Philip changed his words with an ‘oops’ expression.

“…Brown Lordling.”

“During the hunting competition, you didn’t even acknowledge me, so I thought you’d forgotten my name.”

Rachel, who had been leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, slowly straightened her body.

Her gaze was directed toward the ring Philip held in his hand.

“A purple sapphire. Did you sell your house or something?”

Most sapphires were blue.

Occasionally, purple-tinted sapphires were discovered, but they were so rare that they were difficult to obtain even for millions of gold.

“…I’m not that desperate.”

Philip frowned and hid the ring.

“But what is this behavior? Rudely barging into someone else’s quarters at this hour…”

“I’m not in a situation where I can observe proper etiquette.”

Rachel stared directly at Philip and asked.

“Philip, the Count, I’ll ask you straight to the point.”

What could she possibly want to ask that she’d come at this hour with such a determined expression?

Philip waited for Rachel’s next words with a furrowed brow.

“Are you going to marry Catherine?”

“What?”

“Are you going to marry her or not?”

“No, why are you asking me that…”

“Just answer the question.”

Rachel looked at Philip with stern eyes.

“I asked if you intend to become husband and wife with Catherine.”

“That…”

Philip’s lips trembled.

‘What kind of situation is this supposed to be?’

Why should he have to reveal his marriage intentions to the Crown Prince’s caretaker, who wasn’t even family but a complete stranger?

“Do I… have to tell you that?”

“Yes, because the plan will change depending on your answer.”

“What plan?”

“The plan to rescue Catherine.”

Only then did Philip sense something was wrong and stepped forward.

He wore a menacing expression as if he might grab Rachel by the collar at any moment.

“Rescue? Are you saying Catherine has been kidnapped or something? Please explain properly!”

After hearing Philip’s words, Rachel twisted one corner of her mouth.

“Kidnapped. That’s close enough.”

“So what does that mean…?”

“Catherine has returned to her hometown. She won’t be coming back to the Imperial Capital anymore.”

“What? What do you mean…?”

She handed the flustered Philip a letter that had arrived from the Beil Viscount Family.

“She’s going to marry a man her father chose for her. The other party is apparently a count from the region where Catherine’s family lives.”

Suddenly, the candle illuminating the chamber flickered greatly.

Philip’s eyes were also trembling finely as he read the letter.

Rachel stared at him intently before opening her mouth again.

“What will you do?”

Philip had no answer.

After holding onto the letter for a long while, he slowly lowered his arm.

“…What do you mean, what would I do.”

The letter in Philip’s hand crumpled with a rustling sound as it folded.

“What can I possibly do?”

If there was a marriage arrangement made by the family, there was nothing he could do.

Originally, among The Nobles, marrying someone chosen by the family was the principle.

“I am…”

Moreover, wasn’t the other party said to be a count?

He would probably be a man with enough wealth to buy dozens of the proposal ring he had painstakingly prepared.

“…If Catherine is happy, that’s enough for me.”

“Then prepare to leave.”

“Yes. What?”

Philip, who had answered without thinking, came to his senses and looked at Rachel.

She jumped up onto The Window sill while pulling her hood down low and tilted her head.

“You said it was enough if Catherine was happy. Do you think Catherine will be happy being forced to marry a seventy-year-old man the day after tomorrow?”

“That…”

“What are you doing? Get ready to leave.”

Her green eyes, bathed in blue moonlight, shone brightly.

“We have to go rescue your lover.”

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