The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 307

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Side Story 1. The Knight and Assassin’s Proposal Operation (6)

The Rear of the Count of Espard’s Stables.

At the late hour when even the horses were sleeping standing up, a suspicious shadow flickered about.

“Do we really have to go this far?”

Philip took off the old hat he was wearing on his head.

With the dirt on his face and thin, worn clothing, his appearance was so shabby that one wouldn’t even think his profession was that of a knight.

“Have you forgotten the reason why Catherine must marry Count Espard?”

“Isn’t it because of Viscount Beil’s gambling debts?”

“The establishment of a debt relationship means that a promissory note exists.”

Rachel, dressed in maid’s clothing, replied indifferently to his words.

“To break off Catherine’s engagement, we need to find and destroy that promissory note.”

Ah, the promissory note.

Philip, who hadn’t thought that far, let out a short sigh.

“But the promissory note would be kept somewhere that a mere servant couldn’t access. How do you plan to find it?”

“There are ways for everything.”

Rachel looked at Philip as if he were pathetic.

“What does Catherine see in such a blockhead…”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s nothing.”

She lightly surveyed the horses tied up in the stable, then turned around.

“Anyway, don’t sleep and keep watch over this place until dawn today.”

“You’re telling me to stay up all night?”

“Yes, and prepare to flee at a moment’s notice too.”

Rachel looked at Philip, who was disguised as a stable keeper, and nodded.

“I’ll steal the promissory note and come out before dawn today.”

* * *

At the hour when all the servants of the House of Espard were asleep.

The Maid Captain called aside the maid who had newly arrived today.

“The Count is looking for you.”

“For me? Why would the Count want me…”

“Tonight you will spend the night with the Count.”

The Maid Captain looked at Rachel’s surprised face and quickly continued speaking.

“You said you wanted to pay off your father’s debt, right? If you serve the Count at night, you can receive several times more than what other maids get paid.”

“But…”

“Let me warn you in advance, it won’t matter if you refuse.”

The Maid Captain muttered in a chilling voice.

“Among the women who refused to serve the Count at night, none have left the Count’s castle alive and well.”

Rachel’s shoulders trembled at the Maid Captain’s words.

And she stammered with a pale face.

“B-but would it really be okay? I heard that the Count will be getting married soon. If the new Countess finds out about this…”

“Hmph.”

The Maid Captain snorted at Rachel’s question.

“She’s just a woman being sold for a promissory note anyway. Even if she becomes a Countess, it’s just for show, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

She sneered with a mocking voice.

“After buying a noble title with money and strutting around everywhere, now he’s selling his daughter for gambling debts. Viscount Beil, that bastard is really not human.”

“Um…”

“Enough small talk.”

The Maid Captain looked at Rachel standing awkwardly in front of her and snapped her fingers.

Then other maids appeared and grabbed her from both sides.

“Wash her clean and bring her to the Count’s chamber. Dress her up as much as possible so the Count will be pleased.”

“Yes, Maid Captain.”

It was behavior as if handling an object.

Rachel obediently walked along, led by the hands of the maids who had grabbed her.

Her frightened, pale face had already changed to an expressionless face with a cold light.

* * *

“Have you come?”

A disgustingly excited voice echoed through the chamber.

I approached near the sofa in the middle of the chamber with my hands politely clasped.

“Yes, Count.”

Count Espard was in a position where it was hard to tell if he was sitting or lying on the sofa. It seemed to be due to his excessively fat body.

“So, your name is Rachel?”

The Count was breathing heavily with his body buried in the chair’s backrest.

I could very obviously feel his gaze scanning my entire body.

‘I knew this would happen.’

I had noticed it from when he was looking at me with those lewd eyes in the dining room.

In fact, I had deliberately disguised myself and got employed as a maid because of the rumors that Count Espard was going around touching all the young maids. Though I didn’t know things would progress this quickly and easily.

‘Seeing him up close makes me sick.’

The typical appearance of an old noble who couldn’t control himself around young women made me feel nauseous.

‘To think they were going to marry Catherine to such a disgusting old man.’

I suddenly regretted not beating up Viscount Beil when I encountered him at the tavern.

“Do you know why I called for you?”

The Count asked me in a suggestive voice.

I deliberately fluttered my eyelashes like an innocent person who knew nothing.

“No, I don’t know. I only heard that the Count was looking for me and to go to his chamber…”

“Yes, yes.”

Perhaps my innocent-seeming reaction pleased him.

The Count smiled with satisfaction and gestured to me.

“Then come closer and pour me some wine.”

“Would that really be alright?”

“Hmm? Haha, you must be a shy child.”

At my words, the Count nodded with an even more pleased expression.

“Yes, I’ve given permission, so come closer.”

His eyes, which seemed clearly more excited than before, trembled slightly.

“Hurry.”

I smiled sweetly at the Count.

“Then I won’t refuse.”

The Count looked at me with slightly surprised eyes as I suddenly approached with large strides.

It was before the flustered man could shout anything.

“Count Espard.”

I drew out my mana and stretched it like a long thread.

Then I went behind the Count sitting on the sofa and wrapped the mana thread around his neck. Bright red blood beaded on the tightly pulled transparent mana thread.

“Hi, hiiiiek…”

The Count made a faint pig-slaughtering sound and rolled his eyes.

He tried to lift his head as if to confirm my face again, but immediately froze like ice. He seemed to have just realized that the thread would dig deeper the more he moved.

“You, you, you who are you! Who sent…”

“Viscount Beil’s promissory note.”

I deliberately changed my voice as I spoke.

“Where is it.”

“What, what? Promissory note?”

The Count momentarily looked dumbfounded, then soon furrowed his brow.

“A promissory note? Why would you suddenly want that…?”

“I heard you decided to take Viscount Beil’s eldest daughter in place of the debt.”

I applied a bit more force to the hand gripping the wound thread.

Then the mana thread dug a little deeper into the Count’s thick neck, like cutting through ham.

“If you had any conscience as a human being, you wouldn’t have made such an absurd demand.”

“He, he was the one who said to take his daughter instead of money first! I intended to receive money from the start! But he said he had no money even if it killed him! He just told me to take his daughter since she was pretty…”

“Enough with the excuses.”

Listening any further would only rot my ears.

I quietly murmured from above the Count’s head.

“So where’s the promissory note?”

“The, the bedside table drawer! It’s in the second compartment of the drawer!”

The bedside table drawer, not the desk drawer.

I glanced at the antique bedside table placed next to the bed.

I thought for a moment and called the Count once more.

“Count Espard.”

“I already told you where the promissory note is! Why! What else do you want!”

The Count raised his voice while breaking out in cold sweat.

He seemed worried that I might change my mind and cut his throat at any moment.

“I’ll leave the promissory note as is, so let’s make just one deal.”

Count Espard’s eyes widened at the word ‘deal.’

I met his gaze and smiled, baring my teeth.

“A deal with your life on the line.”

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