The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 305

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Side Story 1. The Knight and Assassin’s Marriage Proposal Strategy (4)

“No, absolutely not.”

Catherine patted her mother, who was shedding tears in front of her.

“I’m really fine, Mother.”

“What do you mean fine! What!”

Viscountess Beil shouted angrily at her daughter who smiled composedly.

“Where in the world is there a father who sells his bright-futured child as gambling stakes! Where is there a father who brings a man old enough to be her grandfather as a marriage prospect!”

Catherine smiled bitterly at her mother’s words.

“…It’s not like we didn’t know what kind of person Father is.”

Yes, she had known.

That her father was obsessed with gambling, and that people obsessed with gambling don’t have normal thinking patterns.

“So please calm down. You’ll collapse again.”

“How could he, how could he tell such lies to his well-living daughter, *cough*!”

The viscountess raised her voice in excitement and started coughing.

Once the coughing started, it showed no signs of stopping easily.

“*Cough, cough*! Never, absolutely never! I can’t send you to that old man, *cough, cough*!”

“Oh my, see? What did I tell you. The doctor said it’s bad for you to get too excited. Lie down quickly. Cover yourself with the blanket properly!”

Catherine deliberately acted even more busily while nagging.

“I’ll bring your meal and medicine. Don’t even think about leaving your room, just rest well, understood?”

“Catherine!”

“If you disobey and go out again, I’ll really get angry!”

“Cather…”

The door closed before Viscountess Beil’s voice could escape.

As soon as Catherine closed the door, she ran down the stairs.

“Hah.”

Only after coming outside the building did she catch her breath.

“…How annoying.”

Honestly, her feelings were too complex to define.

But the only feeling she could barely voice was just that one word.

Catherine stood still, leaning against the cold stone wall.

‘Still.’

Catherine quickly raised her head as tears seemed about to flow.

‘Still, it doesn’t have to be like this.’

She bit her lower lip and frowned.

‘That bastard, damn human, piece of trash…’

Catherine, who always used proper and gentle words, thought of the harshest words she could come up with in her head.

‘What exactly happened here?’

Catherine recalled the first day she returned to the Beil estate.

‘Mother and Amelie are both fine. Liam, you explain. What was that letter about?’

Liam, who was around the same age as Edwin, turned pale at Catherine’s interrogation and just shed tears.

‘S-sister, I’m sorry…’

‘No, don’t cry. Liam, it’s not that you did anything wrong.’

Catherine comforted her youngest brother who burst into tears.

Viscount Beil, drunk, stared at her and opened his mouth.

‘Catherine.’

‘What.’

‘This father has found a good marriage prospect for you. Since you’re down here, let’s hold the wedding first.’

‘This is ridiculous. What nonsense are you suddenly spouting?’

There was no one in this area who didn’t know what kind of person Viscount Beil was, or what the situation of the Beil family was like.

So there was no joke more absurd than Viscount Beil saying he had found a good marriage prospect.

‘You insolent thing, where do you get off talking back to your father!’

Viscount Beil naturally raised one hand.

Catherine pulled her cowering younger brother into her arms and glared at him fiercely.

‘Just try laying that hand on us. I won’t stay still anymore either.’

Catherine had experienced all kinds of hardships at the Imperial Palace.

She had survived even the banquet hall attacked by assassins, so there was no way she’d be afraid of some weak noble man who could barely aim properly while drunk.

‘Ugh, heh, heheh, crazy b*tch…’

The viscount flinched at Catherine’s momentum and lowered his hand.

Then he muttered vulgar curses like he was talking to himself and sat back down.

‘Fine, do whatever you want. You won’t have anywhere to run anyway.’

Ominous premonitions always come true.

Catherine was furious when she learned that her father had sent her resignation letter to the Prince’s Palace.

‘Why do you always do such things on your own? And I told you I’m seeing someone!’

Viscount Beil seemed slightly surprised by the mention of her seeing someone.

‘Someone you’re seeing, who is it?’

‘…A knight of the Imperial Capital.’

But he immediately made an indifferent face at the mention of a knight.

He seemed to think that a mere knight couldn’t compare to a count.

‘Count Espard took a liking to you. If you marry him, we can all live! I can pay off all my gambling debts, and we won’t have to worry about your mother’s medicine costs. I can send your siblings to school too! And you still want to refuse?’

Viscount Beil pressed Catherine while his eyes flashed.

‘Catherine, are you going to drive your entire family into a corner just to live well by yourself?’

She knew it was nonsense.

But she also knew all too well that if she married the count, all problems would be solved.

‘We’ve been seeing each other for quite a while now, haven’t we, Catherine.’

She recalled Philip’s appearance as he tried his best to speak bluntly to avoid showing his embarrassment.

‘If you’re alright with it, I would like you to become my wife.’

Philip Meyer.

He was consistently uncool, then and now.

But Catherine knew better than anyone that he was always sincere.

‘Wait a moment.’

But at that moment when Philip was about to propose, taking out the ring box he had hidden in his chest.

Catherine found herself stopping him without realizing it. Using some flimsy excuse about having personal problems.

“…Maybe I should have just let him propose then.”

Catherine wiped away tears with the back of her hand and let out a bitter laugh.

“No, it worked out well.”

The personal problems were ultimately related to family issues anyway.

‘I don’t want to show him this kind of thing.’

Philip was the first man she had fallen for at first sight in her life.

The first man she had truly loved for a long time.

She didn’t want to show such a person her vulgar father.

She didn’t want to show him how she couldn’t be bright, cheerful, and kind whenever she stood before her father.

“How embarrassing, really.”

Catherine sniffed hard.

Then she wiped her face roughly with her sleeve and turned around with a clear face.

She saw her only younger sister standing hesitantly at a distance.

“Amelie, what are you doing there?”

“Sister.”

Amelie resembled Catherine so much that she could be believed to be her daughter.

The girl ran to Catherine with her braided hair flying and hugged her.

“Amelie, where’s Father?”

“…Tavern. The Count gave him money. Says he’s going to the gambling hall too.”

Damn. He’s already planning to milk me dry from the start.

Catherine swallowed her curse and smiled inwardly.

“Really? Then he won’t be coming home today. That’s good, isn’t it?”

“Sister.”

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

Catherine’s face stiffened slightly at her younger sister’s question.

“Hm? Of course I’m okay. What’s our Amelie so worried about?”

“But, sister, you’re being forced into marriage.”

Catherine pulled Amelie, who looked like she was about to cry, into her arms.

“Don’t worry. Sister is really okay.”

“…Really?”

“Of course! It might actually be a good thing. If my husband is much older than me, there’s a higher chance he’ll die before I do, right? This sister might become a wealthy widow? Being a wealthy widow isn’t something just anyone can do, you know?”

“Sister.”

“Yes?”

“You can cry if you want to.”

Amelie whispered softly with her face buried in Catherine’s chest.

“Crying is something you can do without father’s permission, isn’t it?”

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