The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 308

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Side Story 1. The Knight and Assassin’s Proposal Strategy (7)

“Gone? You’re saying they really disappeared?”

“Yes, Count.”

The Maid Captain of Count Espard shook her head with an utterly bewildered expression.

“No matter how much we search, they’re nowhere to be found. That maid called ‘Rachel’ and the stable keeper who came with that woman.”

The Maid Captain glanced at the Count’s expression and carefully added a word.

“And, they say the two most expensive horses from the stable are missing.”

“Damn it! These utterly useless fools!”

The Count snorted and swept all the items on the table with all his might.

Clang, crash.

Expensive vases and glass cups fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.

Count Espard grabbed his head with both hands, where his few remaining hairs were precariously attached.

‘Somehow get the money from Viscount Beil.’

Last night, the mysterious woman called Rachel who visited his quarters had given him what was both a warning and not a warning.

‘However, you must not touch any of his children. Even if Viscount Beil continues trying to sell his daughter, pretend you don’t know.’

Those green eyes that looked down at him like he was an insect were still vivid in his memory.

‘If you sympathize with Viscount Beil even a little, then.’

The green-eyed woman had worn a murderous smile.

‘The luxuries you enjoy in this world will end that very day.’

Her fearless words and actions showed no fear despite breaking into a noble’s manor. The woman called Rachel seemed skilled at both threats and negotiations.

‘I understand! I understand! I promise!’

‘You’ve promised.’

After hearing the Count’s hoarse voice, Rachel smiled coldly and withdrew her arm.

She opened the window on the opposite side without hesitation and climbed onto the balcony.

‘Just who are you, who are you to do such…’

The Count sat on the sofa, panting and barely managing to turn his head.

Rachel, standing on the balcony, seemed to ponder for a moment before tying her hair up tightly.

‘Today I’ll be an assassin.’

“Hah.”

Just where did this assassin come from?

‘Surely it wasn’t sent by the Veil Viscount Family.’

The Veil Viscount Family didn’t even have money to hire assassins in the first place.

‘Is someone backing Viscount Beil? But why such a person?’

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became at not knowing the reason.

After letting out a long sigh, the Count finally gave an order to The Maid Captain.

“Summon Viscount Beil to the castle.”

In his small, round eyes was a mixture of anger and fear.

“Right now!”

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Had his ears gone bad from yesterday’s hangover?

Viscount Beil rubbed both eyes frantically and spoke again.

“Wh-what do you mean by that?”

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t understand.

Just until yesterday, hadn’t they been raising their glasses together with smiles?

The Viscount asked with trembling hands.

“To cancel the engagement. What on earth do you mean by that…”

“You must have drunk too much alcohol and become hard of hearing.”

Count Espard buried his bottom in the sofa made for him and tilted his wine glass.

“I said I don’t need the Viscount’s daughter, so repay all the debt you owe me with money.”

“No, Count!”

The Viscount was flustered.

He thought he could repay his debt by selling his daughter and become in-laws with the House of Espard, allowing him to collect monthly dignity maintenance fees, but suddenly canceling the engagement.

“How can you do this! Our family has already almost finished preparing for the wedding, and my daughter is looking forward to the day she becomes a Countess! But so suddenly like this…”

“Enough.”

Count Espard frowned like someone who had discovered filth and waved his hand dismissively.

“Viscount Beil, don’t even think about appearing before my eyes from now on. Ever!”

“Count!”

“Ah, no.”

He looked at the devastated Viscount with indifferent eyes.

“The debt before you remains as is, so I’ll only allow you to appear before me when repaying money. I’ve told The Maid Captain, so just hand over the money you need to repay to him.”

“Count! Wait a moment! Count!”

Viscount Beil shouted, but the Count was merciless.

With one gesture from him, two soldiers from the Count’s family rushed out and threw Viscount Beil outside the palace gate.

“Count!”

The door of the Count’s castle closed before Viscount Beil’s eyes.

It was a clear order to leave.

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“Sister!”

Amelie, the second daughter of the Veil Viscount Family, let out a cheer.

“Congratulations! Thank goodness!”

“Amelie, what if you fall while jumping around like that!”

Catherine embraced Amelie, who had been jumping in place and then rushed into her arms.

“But you don’t have to be forced to marry that old man! Aren’t you happy, sister?”

“Of course I’m happy. Sister is happy too.”

Catherine stroked the head of Amelie, who was purely joyful.

Her face, which had been smiling while facing her younger sister, suddenly clouded.

‘Why was the engagement suddenly canceled?’

Count Espard was a well-known miser.

He never let go of people who owed him debts.

‘If I don’t get married, father’s debt will remain as is.’

It was impossible for Catherine alone to repay the debt that Viscount Beil had incurred through gambling.

Of course, her salary had increased since becoming the Crown Prince’s maid captain, but that alone was nowhere near enough.

‘Father has no ability to repay the debt either.’

In the past, he would have said he could repay debt with more gambling and visited gambling halls, but now that was impossible.

Thanks to Viscount Beil’s notorious reputation as a troublemaker, all the large and small gambling halls in the village were refusing his entry.

‘Though I suppose that’s fortunate.’

Viscount Beil was an unpredictable person.

There was no telling what he might do to repay the debt owed to Count Espard.

“Hah.”

“Catherine!”

Her youngest sibling, Liam, who had appeared at some point, also rushed into her arms.

The boy who had been acting spoiled looked at Catherine’s face and tilted his head.

“Catherine, what’s wrong?”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“Your expression is strange.”

Liam frowned.

“Are you sad?”

“No, that’s not it…”

“Then why are you like that? Weren’t you supposed to be happy that you don’t have to marry a stranger grandfather?”

Right, she didn’t have to marry an unknown old man.

So she should be happy, but why did her heart feel even more troubled?

Catherine tried to smile and brush it off, but then closed her mouth.

‘Then, should I take that to mean you have no intention of marrying me right now, Baroness Veil?’

When she pushed away Philip, who had subtly hinted at marriage, disappointment and frustration appeared on his usually calm and rational face.

‘I understand. Let’s discuss this again later.’

And so Philip left for the hunting competition.

That conversation they were supposed to have later still hadn’t happened.

‘He must have returned to the Imperial Capital by now.’

Catherine lowered her eyes.

‘Since Father sent a letter, he must know that I was supposed to marry The Count.’

Though it had been called off now, whether Philip could simply let it go as if nothing had happened was uncertain.

‘How could he forgive a woman who rejected his proposal only to say she’d marry The Elderly Count?’

An ordinary life with the person she loved.

Perhaps it would be difficult in this lifetime.

‘For a woman like me.’

An impoverished family, a gambling-addicted father, a bedridden mother, and young siblings who needed care.

‘Such things are a luxury.’

Yes, a man like him is too good for me.

Catherine pressed her lips tightly together. Moisture gathered in her large eyes.

“Sister, I can’t breathe!”

“Big sister, me too!”

Her siblings cried out in happy surprise at the sudden embrace.

“Alright! Since I’m in a good mood today! Should we make two whole apple pies? Raise your hand if you want to help!”

Catherine shouted while burying the children’s faces against her chest.

In a very, very bright voice.

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