The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 306

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Side Story 1. The Knight and Assassin’s Proposal Operation (5)

“…Yes, that’s right.”

The tears she had been holding back finally burst forth.

Catherine buried her face in the top of Amelie’s head.

“Sister.”

“…Yeah.”

“Do you feel better now?”

Even though it wasn’t raining, Amelie’s hair became damp with moisture.

Catherine only lifted her head after quite some time had passed.

“Yeah, I feel completely better.”

She looked into Amelie’s eyes with a perfectly normal expression and smiled.

“By the way, our Amelie is so smart. Is it because she takes after Mother?”

“It’s because I take after you, Sister.”

“Really? Well, this sister is pretty smart too. That’s how I became the head maid, isn’t it? Oh, I brought you a gift from the Imperial Capital. Let’s go!”

Catherine took Amelie’s hand and shook it.

“Where is Liam?”

“He’s in the kitchen. He says he wants to make the pie that Mother used to make for us.”

“What? He should have asked me about that. I can make it in no time.”

“He says he wants to make it for you, Sister.”

Catherine wrinkled her nose, suppressing the ache in one side of her chest.

“Then let’s check the gift together later, and shall we go to the kitchen too? It would be troublesome if Liam burns down all the kitchenware.”

Instead of answering, Amelie nodded her head timidly.

“Come on, let’s go!”

And so Catherine headed to the kitchen with Amelie.

All while firmly suppressing the tears and resentment that kept welling up inside her.

* * *

“Weren’t you here to find Catherine?”

“That’s correct.”

“Then why are we lurking in a place like this?”

Philip was looking at me with disapproving eyes.

He seemed displeased just sitting in a tavern where vulgar sounds were coming from all directions.

“Because this is Viscount Beil’s regular establishment.”

“So why did we come to the viscount’s regular establishment instead of the viscount’s manor…”

“We need to confirm something first, don’t we?”

“What confirmation?”

“Confirmation of whether the viscount really intends to sell off his daughter, or if he forged and sent that letter.”

“Is confirmation necessary?”

Philip pulled his hood down deeper, perhaps feeling the piercing gazes directed at him, and continued speaking.

“The Golden Goose Guild already confirmed it for us.”

“No information is accurate until you verify it yourself.”

In any case, Catherine also hadn’t appeared at the Prince’s Palace after that letter arrived. That meant Catherine might have truly agreed to her father’s wishes.

“If marrying The Count is Catherine’s will, then we should respect it.”

Philip made an incredulous expression after hearing my words.

“Didn’t you come here to help me?”

“What are you talking about?”

I lightly set down the large oak mug I was holding.

“Don’t be mistaken. I’m the one who brought Philip, the Count here from where he was lying around without a care. So you should consider that Philip, the Count came to help me.”

“No, what do you…”

Philip was about to argue back but changed his words.

“Even if marrying that count is Catherine’s will, I cannot respect it. How can you send a woman who hasn’t even lived half the age of a nearly seventy-year-old man to be his wife?”

“Catherine isn’t a child, and if it’s a path she chose herself, I will respect it.”

“Are you serious…”

“Of course, Catherine would have to become a widow shortly after marriage.”

Philip paused for a moment.

He seemed to ponder the meaning of what I had said, then frowned deeply.

“What exactly is your identity? Are you a caretaker or an assassin?”

“It depends on the situation.”

At my answer, Philip wrinkled one corner of his eye.

“Ah, I’m telling you I’m paying for everything!”

At that moment, a sharp shout rang out in the already noisy tavern.

“A very good marriage prospect has come to our house! That’s right, I’m going to be that count’s in-law! This is when you make use of raising a daughter well!”

A voice that sounded extremely excited.

I silently set down my drink.

“Our daughter may not be much to look at since she was young, but she’s very charming. A woman should have a cute side and know how to please men to have good fortune!”

“This man is drunk.”

“Drunk? What do you mean drunk? Do I look like I’m lying?”

The man’s voice grew louder and louder.

“Everyone seems unable to believe that I’m going to be the count’s in-law! Our family may be in this sorry state now, but we were very successful in the old days! Catherine was well-educated back then too, which is why she’s even working as head maid at the Crown Prince’s palace now…”

I had hoped it wouldn’t be, but as expected.

I looked at Philip with an expressionless face.

The expression had also disappeared from his face sitting across from me.

“…I don’t think any further confirmation is necessary.”

Philip’s voice sounded cold, almost mechanical.

Instead of answering, I quietly rose from my seat.

“Ahhhh! Refreshing!”

Viscount Beil, who appeared to be Catherine’s father, was standing among the people, gulping down alcohol.

Was the alcohol bought with money from selling his daughter really that refreshing and delicious?

“Let’s go.”

Philip’s eyes widened at my words.

“Where are you saying we should go?”

He glared at Viscount Beil, who was making crude jokes and harassing a female employee.

“Wouldn’t it be enough to just deal with that bastard?”

“He may look like that, but he’s still the head maid’s father.”

I glanced coldly at Viscount Beil and pulled my hood down deeper.

“No matter how much of a scumbag he is, I don’t recommend touching family members without the person’s permission.”

“Then we should have just brought Catherine back from the beginning…”

“If we did that, Viscount Beil would try to drag Catherine back again.”

To solve a troublesome problem, you had to pull it out by the roots.

“Let’s go to The House of Espard.”

Originally, I had planned to meet Catherine first and ask about her intentions.

But if her father’s condition was to that extent, there seemed to be no need to ask.

“We need to break off this damned marriage proposal first.”

* * *

The House of Espard was a noble family that ruled over a not-so-vast territory.

The family had a long history, but their influence wasn’t as high as the central nobles.

However, in territories far from the capital, just the status of count could earn treatment equivalent to that of The Emperor.

“All the grapes that came in this time are tasteless.”

“Count, this time there was too much rain, so all the grape farms had poor harvests…”

“Is weather the only excuse you could think of?”

On his completely bald head, what little hair remained was all white.

Count Espard, now 68 years old, drummed his protruding belly like a pregnant woman and snapped his fingers.

“I’ll have the farmer who offered these grapes receive six lashes. Enough to knock some sense into him.”

“Y-yes, sir!”

The Count’s attendant hurriedly ran outside.

If he said something unnecessary and upset his elderly master’s mood, it was obvious he would be the one getting beaten.

“Count, it’s time for your dinner.”

“Tsk, tell them to remove all dishes with grapes from dinner.”

“Yes, Count.”

Count Espard heaved his heavy body up at the words of his waiting attendant.

“Tsk tsk, insolent fools. Looking down on me and bringing only garbage as tribute.”

It was simply that the crops had failed due to bad weather, but that reason wouldn’t reach the Count.

“Hmm.”

The Count, having arrived at the dining room, blinked while cutting the meat placed before him.

“You there.”

Among the maids serving near the dining table, there was one who particularly caught his eye.

“I haven’t seen that face before. Are you a new girl?”

Bright golden hair and mysterious green eyes like embedded jewels.

Even her sensual figure showing through the drab, loose maid uniform.

The Count’s grayish eyes gleamed with a lecherous light upon spotting the maid.

“Yes, Count.”

Meanwhile, the maid answered respectfully in a calm voice.

“I’m Rachel, who started today.”

Beneath her respectfully bowed head, her eyes glinted with murderous intent.

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