The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 310

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Side Story 1. The Knight and Assassin’s Marriage Proposal Strategy (9)

“C, Caretaker?”

Catherine stared at me with wide eyes.

The two children in her arms also had surprised rabbit-like eyes.

‘The siblings look exactly alike.’

Catherine, little Catherine, boy Catherine.

I looked at the three people sitting on the floor trembling for a moment, then raised my head.

“What, what! Who are you!”

Viscount Beil seemed very flustered.

It was understandable since a complete stranger had suddenly broken down the door and entered.

“Are you crazy! What are you!”

To the viscount’s continued questioning of what I was, I kindly raised my hand and answered.

“I am a caretaker.”

“What? What did you say? What kind of nonsense…”

“I merely stated the facts.”

“Caretaker? Ha, this is absolutely ridiculous!”

Viscount Beil kept running his hands through his hair, then strode toward me.

“No, Father!”

Catherine screamed and tried to stop the viscount, but it was useless.

He grabbed my collar with both hands and thrust his face close to mine.

“Right, caretaker. I’ve heard plenty about that damn caretaker. Our daughter was quite indebted to you, wasn’t she?”

I looked at the viscount silently.

‘How strange. Just looking at their faces, they’re definitely father and daughter.’

That was all.

Viscount Beil had nothing in common with Catherine except their appearance.

He had none of her gentle voice or considerate attitude toward others.

“Catherine.”

Viscount Beil’s eyes contorted.

It seemed strange that I was calmly calling his daughter’s name while being grabbed by the collar.

“May I be briefly rude to your father?”

“What? Rude…”

“I think I’ve already been as rude as possible by breaking down the door without knocking, but I think I need to be even ruder.”

I turned my gaze back to meet Viscount Beil’s eyes.

“Not only did you try to sell your daughter as an old nobleman’s second wife for gambling debts…”

I had much to say but closed my mouth.

It was a fact I couldn’t bear to reveal in front of Catherine’s young siblings who hadn’t yet wiped away their tears.

“Catherine, take your siblings upstairs.”

We exchanged glances for a moment.

Catherine looked at me quietly, then nodded.

“…Don’t put too much effort into it. He’s not worth it.”

She could have asked why.

But Catherine only left those meaningful words and went upstairs with her siblings.

“Catherine! Amelie! Liam! Where do you think you’re going without your father’s permission…”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I quickly grabbed Viscount Beil as he tried to run after Catherine.

“What! Let go of this! Let…”

Viscount Beil tried with all his might to shake off my hand.

But when it didn’t work as he wanted, his face turned bright red.

“How is this…”

He looked shocked that he couldn’t overpower a young woman the same age as his daughter.

“Viscount Beil.”

I confirmed that Catherine and her siblings’ presence had faded and spoke.

“Are you in your right mind?”

“What did you say?”

“I deliberately gave you a chance to pay your debts through legitimate means.”

I tried to speak as calmly as possible, but it had little effect.

An angry voice flowed through my clenched teeth.

“You didn’t even know what kind of opportunity that was, and tried to sell your children to slave traders?”

Viscount Beil was more trash than I had imagined.

After being kicked out of the count’s castle, he wandered the streets and found some suspicious shop.

When he came out of the shop, he was with three large men.

They were unmistakably slave traders, and before entering the manor, they separated from the viscount and hid at the manor’s entrance.

‘Philip, the Count.’

I looked back at Philip, who was suppressing his anger with veins bulging on his forehead and neck.

‘I’ll leave those men to you.’

The reason I assigned the slave traders to Philip was simple.

Philip might become the viscount’s son-in-law, so I couldn’t very well ask a son-in-law to deal with his father-in-law.

“Are you still a father after doing such things?”

But thinking about it now, it might have been better to assign the viscount to Philip instead.

“Wh, what are you talking about!”

Meanwhile, Viscount Beil hastily made excuses at my words.

“Slave traders! I would never do such ridiculous…”

“Then what are those men waiting outside the manor? The ones who came with you from the back alley tavern in the village.”

“Th, those men…”

The viscount stammered.

He waved his hands aimlessly in the air and spouted nonsense.

“Those men just came to introduce job opportunities! Catherine can’t just idle around in her hometown forever! Given our poor family circumstances!”

I suppose gambling is fine despite poor family circumstances.

I looked at Viscount Beil with an expressionless face.

“Catherine is the head maid to His Highness the Crown Prince. If you want living expenses, you could just send her back to the Imperial Palace. A head maid’s salary would be much more than what she could earn doing odd jobs in this remote village.”

“That’s…!”

Viscount Beil couldn’t continue his words.

His expression, which had been trying to think of more excuses, changed instantly.

“Ha.”

A serious expression and bloodshot eyes.

He glared at me with obvious anger on his face.

“Fine, let’s say I tried to sell my child to slave traders. But what does that have to do with you?”

Viscount Beil shouted boldly as if he didn’t care anymore.

“Catherine is my daughter, my blood! I’m that child’s family, but what right do you have to interfere in other people’s family matters?”

He stopped shouting at the top of his lungs and suddenly stared at me with a smirk.

“You know what. Even though I’m stuck in this backwater place, I’m still a nobleman with ears that hear things.”

His eyes, once filled with anger, were now colored with contempt and mockery.

“The Imperial Capital was turned upside down recently. There were rumors that the Crown Prince’s caretaker was a former assassin.”

Instead of answering, I stared at the viscount.

“Well, I don’t know what methods were used afterward, but the rumors about the caretaker being an assassin disappeared without a trace. But rumors don’t usually arise without any basis at all.”

“What are you trying to say?”

The viscount smirked at my words and grinned.

“I think that even if the prince’s caretaker isn’t an assassin, she’s definitely someone of unspeakable status who rolled around in the back alleys.”

Someone of unspeakable status who rolled around in the back alleys.

For most women, there was only one meaning to “that kind of status.”

The Marquis wrinkled his nose and continued speaking.

“You’re also a woman with a troubling past, aren’t you? That’s why you’re interfering so unnecessarily in other people’s business, isn’t it?”

“….”

“But you’ve got it wrong. I have no intention of selling Catherine as a slave.”

He placed one hand on his waist and narrowed his eyes into slits.

“There are many nobles besides the Count who would pay a high price for a young woman. I plan to sell Catherine like you to some back alley cheap whore….”

“You really are hopelessly stupid.”

“What did you say?”

“You just threw away the second chance you gained thanks to Catherine.”

“What do you….”

The Marquis couldn’t finish his words.

“Keurp.”

Because I had driven my knee into his abdomen, leaving him breathless and collapsed on the spot.

“From now on.”

The Marquis looked up at me with panicked eyes.

I moved the ring from my right hand to my left hand.

“Everything that happens will be done solely according to my will, so if you want to blame someone later, feel free to do so.”

When I lightly rotated my wrist, the Marquis seemed to sense an ominous premonition and hesitated.

“What are you trying to do now….”

“Ah, it’s nothing special.”

I smiled brightly and raised my right fist, waving it around.

“I have a very effective method for turning humans who are worse than beasts back into humans.”

Soon, the Marquis’s screams echoed throughout The Mansion of the Veil Family.

But no one came to help him, so the Marquis’s screams only stopped after he lost consciousness.

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