The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 309

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Side Story 1. The Knight and Assassin’s Proposal Operation (8)

“Sister’s apple pie really is the most delicious!”

“Liam, what are you doing still getting it all over your mouth while eating? You’re not a baby.”

Catherine wiped away the pie crumbs from her brother’s mouth.

“Sister, me too! I got some on me too! Here!”

“Oh my, Amelie, you too? You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Hehe.”

Her siblings seemed simply happy to have Catherine back after so long.

Seeing these usually mature children acting unusually spoiled.

‘I wonder how Prince Edwin and Princess Emilia are doing?’

Watching her two siblings eating apple pie with happy expressions, she suddenly thought of her young masters.

‘Prince Edwin can handle things well on his own now, but Princess Emilia is still so young.’

A shadow crossed Catherine’s face.

But she soon shook her head, thinking of Rachel.

‘It’s okay. The princes have The Caretaker with them.’

So it would be fine.

Even if a situation arose where she could never return to the Imperial Capital.

“Catherine! Catherine! Where has that girl gone!”

While she was spending peaceful time with her siblings.

Viscount Beil’s thunderous roar echoed from outside.

As soon as Liam and Amelie heard the viscount’s voice, they dropped the apple pies they were holding.

“S-sister.”

“Sister, what should we do? Father is going to…”

Catherine stroked her frightened siblings’ heads.

“Don’t worry, you two go to Mother’s room. Understand?”

“But sister…”

Amelie looked at Catherine with a worried expression.

“Father seems very angry, what if he takes it out on you…”

“It’s okay. Who is your sister? I’m the Crown Prince’s head maid. You know how important the position of head maid is, right? I’m the captain among the maids.”

Catherine smiled brightly and sent her siblings out through the kitchen back door.

“I’ll talk with Father separately, so you two go to Mother’s room. Don’t even think about running into Father. Understand?”

Her siblings hesitated, then soon ran up to Viscountess Beil’s room.

“Catheriiiine!”

My ears are going to burst.

Catherine took a deep breath and went outside.

“I’m here, Father.”

“You damned girl. When your father calls, you should answer promptly and come running. What were you doing that made you come out so late?”

Viscount Beil looked somehow anxious.

His face, always red like a drunk person’s, looked particularly redder today.

“I was feeding my siblings snacks.”

Catherine wiped her hands on her apron and asked coldly.

“But why are you suddenly looking for me? Wasn’t the engagement with The Count called off?”

“Damn it, yes! It was called off! That damned pig bastard…”

Viscount Beil ground his teeth as if frustrated.

Muttering incomprehensible words to himself, he turned his bloodshot eyes.

“Catherine.”

An artificially sweet voice.

Somehow an ominous feeling crossed her mind.

Catherine flinched her toes and frowned.

“What?”

“You need to come with your father for a moment.”

“What? Where to?”

The sun was already setting.

Since Viscount Beil’s estate was located on the outskirts of the village, going out at this time was dangerous.

“Where are you planning to go at this hour…”

“Where do you get off talking back! When your father says to come, you should follow obediently! Really, with such a stubborn temperament, I wonder if there’s any man who would want to take you…”

What would you know.

Anger flared up instantly.

Catherine glared at the viscount with clenched teeth.

“Because you thought no man would want me, you tried to sell your own daughter to an old man?”

“What?”

“I told you! That I have someone I like! That there’s someone I have feelings for!”

She desperately wanted to see that utterly stoic man’s face.

Catherine raised her voice while holding back tears.

“Just a knight, you say? Does our family have anything to boast about? With Father being the way he is?”

“What, what…”

Viscount Beil stood with his mouth open, unable to continue speaking.

Then he coldly hardened his expression and swung his hand in the blink of an eye.

Smack.

Not only did her head snap to the side, but her knees buckled on their own.

Catherine finally shed tears at the metallic smell of blood that filled her mouth.

She felt too devastated to even think of covering her stinging cheek with her hand.

“Insolent thing.”

Viscount Beil snorted, then grabbed one of Catherine’s arms and forcibly pulled her up.

“Follow me!”

“I don’t want to! Let go of me!”

“Shut up! You’ve caused even bigger debts! Stupid thing, what’s so great about being head maid! Disrespecting your parents and ignoring your siblings…”

Suddenly Catherine’s eyes blazed with fire.

She thought of Rachel, her friend and colleague.

The image of The Caretaker magnificently subduing a knight who had caused trouble at the Imperial Palace before.

Swoosh, thud.

Catherine turned her body and twisted Viscount Beil’s arm.

Then she struck his cheek with her elbow with all her might.

“Guhk!”

The viscount’s posture crumbled.

While he writhed in pain spreading across his face, Catherine ran straight outside.

“You damned girl!”

“Kyaaah!”

Catherine screamed and covered her head.

Viscount Beil had grabbed her hair from behind and yanked it.

Bang.

Viscount Beil kicked the open door shut.

At the same time, he threw Catherine to the floor.

In those two eyes that looked exactly like hers, anger and hatred were overflowing.

“Damned thing, not knowing the grace of being raised all this time, how dare you hit your father’s face?”

In Viscount Beil’s hand was an iron fire poker.

Catherine unconsciously crawled backward while sitting.

“F-Father, p-please don’t.”

“Now you finally see your father as your father? Really, you need a beating to…”

It was the moment when Viscount Beil raised the fire poker high in the air.

“No!”

“Don’t do it, Father!”

Amelie and Liam came running down from upstairs and grabbed onto Viscount Beil’s waist and legs.

“Children!”

“You, you little vermin! How dare these things call themselves my children!”

Viscount Beil became even more enraged.

He seemed to feel betrayed that even his young children were defying him.

“Let go! Let go of me!”

The viscount flailed his arms and legs, trying to shake off the children.

But because the two clung to him persistently, he couldn’t easily shake them off.

“Don’t bully our sisters!”

“Really, just stop it! Aren’t you sick of this!”

Amelie and Liam didn’t budge even as the viscount struck them with his hands.

Even while getting hit, they squeezed their eyes shut and endured to the end, preventing him from reaching Catherine.

“The children are telling you to stop!”

Catherine shouted.

Then she immediately sprang up from her seat and grabbed the viscount’s arms.

“Please come to your senses! If Father hadn’t fallen into gambling in the first place, if you hadn’t neglected your duties, none of this would have happened!”

“Shut up! Be quiet! I said be quiet!”

Viscount Beil thrashed about wildly.

Finally, he threw even the young children and Catherine to the floor before letting out a sinister laugh.

“Yes, there’s no point in continuing to live anyway. Life is hell.”

This was dangerous.

Catherine instinctively felt a chill and hid her siblings behind her.

“Yes, yes. Rather than all struggling together in hell, it would be better to go to heaven together.”

“F-Father, please calm down first. I’ll find a way to pay back the debt somehow…”

“You’ll pay back the debt? How are you going to pay it? Are you going to sell your body?”

Catherine’s eyes widened.

It was such a vulgar statement that she resented the fact that her siblings were present.

“Your mother won’t live much longer like this either. Your siblings are too young. Our family ends here…”

Bang.

A loud noise came from the direction of the locked door.

Viscount Beil frowned and turned his head.

“What, who dares to break down the door of a noble’s manor…”

Crash.

With an impact much stronger than before, the door’s hinges fell off.

The wooden door fell helplessly to the floor, stirring up dust.

“Excuse me.”

A familiar voice came from within the thick dust.

“Is this Viscount Beil’s mansion?”

The person who emerged from the dust was none other than Rachel, The Caretaker of the Crown Prince.

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