The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 312

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Side Story 1. The Knight and Assassin’s Proposal Operation (11)

“Completely insane.”

Philip frowned.

Harsher curses rose to the tip of his tongue, but his honor as a knight wouldn’t allow it.

‘I knew the security in the borderlands was a complete mess, but.’

To think such horrific acts were being carried out.

Philip bit his lower lip as he looked at the women and children huddled in the dark barn.

“S-sorry.”

“I, it hurt so a groan came out naturally. I’ll really stay quiet now.”

Those inside the barn, regardless of gender or age, were covered head to toe with traces of torture and abuse.

They seemed completely terrified upon seeing Philip suddenly open the door and appear. They apparently mistook him for a newly arrived slave trader or guard.

‘Good thing I followed them.’

The slave traders who had been waiting in front of the Beil Residence couldn’t withstand Philip’s force and fled.

Due to his occupational hazard as a knight, he had instinctively chased them and arrived at this place.

‘Catherine should be safe.’

Since the former strongest assassin had gone there, Catherine’s side was probably resolved smoothly. No matter how brutal the viscount was, he couldn’t handle The Caretaker.

“There he is!”

“Catch him!”

Just then.

The slave traders who had fled into the hideout appeared leading their group.

All the rough-looking men were each holding a weapon in their hands.

“Barging into someone else’s territory without permission, he’s definitely not in his right mind.”

“That pretty face of his is annoying too.”

The Slave Trader and his subordinates mocked Philip while slowly surrounding him.

“And peeping into the warehouse without the owner’s permission. No different from a rat.”

“Guys who are worse than rats sure talk big.”

Philip quietly closed the door to the warehouse where the people sold into slavery were gathered.

Killing intent was rising from his entire body as he turned toward the slave traders.

“Buying and selling fellow citizens like objects. Can you bastards even call yourselves human?”

“What? Spouting such old-fashioned nonsense, do you think you’re some fairy tale knight or something?”

Philip was actually a knight, but there was no way the slave traders could know that fact.

“According to imperial law, I should arrest you all, detain you, and proceed with a trial.”

He looked over the slave traders one by one with cold eyes.

“But you bastards don’t seem worth that much trouble.”

“What did you say! Kill him!”

There was no more conversation.

About fifty armed men rushed at a single knight like a pack of dogs.

Swish, clang, clang-clang.

The slave trader group’s one-sided offensive continued.

But Philip was the vice-captain of the Empire’s strongest Gloria Knight Order.

To him, who faced not only humans but all kinds of dangerous monsters, these street thugs who had never properly learned swordsmanship were no different from minnows.

“What the hell? This bastard!”

“Why, why is he so strong?”

The slave trader group seemed flustered by Philip’s appearance, whose posture and breathing remained undisturbed. But they too were survival experts who had survived all kinds of dirty and sordid back alley fights.

“Damn bastard! Let’s see you handle this!”

They used a move that was fatal to Philip, who was a knight.

“Gasp!”

One of the slave traders threw a pouch toward Philip.

The pouch exploded in mid-air before Philip could dodge it.

At the same time, white powder scattered, and Philip’s face turned pale white as he unknowingly inhaled the powder.

‘Paralysis?’

Immediately his limbs stiffened and the hand gripping his sword lost its strength.

Philip tried to put strength into his legs, but it was useless.

“He’s down!”

“This damn bastard!”

As soon as Philip fell to his knees on the ground, one of the slave trader group jumped out and swung a sickle toward his neck.

“Die!”

“You die instead!”

Just then, a black shadow jumped out from the thicket right beside them and swung a thick wooden beam at the head of the slave trader holding the sickle.

“Philip, are you okay? What do I do! What do I do!”

Leaves were stuck all over her wheat-colored hair.

The one who had run over breathing heavily was none other than Philip’s lover, Catherine.

“Wh-why are you here, alone…”

“The Caretaker is shaking off the other guys! She’ll be here soon!”

“Then, you should be hiding, why did you…”

As Philip barely managed to move his lips, Catherine grimaced.

She seemed to have made some decision as she stood in front of Philip holding the wooden beam.

“Don’t come closer! If you come closer, I’ll kill you all! I’m someone who can’t stand ugly and dirty things! I don’t even know what I might do to bastards like you!”

The slave traders stood still, surprised by Catherine’s sudden appearance.

Then they reignited their fighting spirit at the insulting provocation she spat out like a machine gun.

“What the hell is that crazy bitch!”

“A woman barging in without fear! Should we make it so you can’t show your face anywhere! Huh!”

They hurled all kinds of curses at Catherine.

“Wait, isn’t that Viscount Beil’s daughter?”

“Huh? That’s right, it is. The thin, tall, somewhat pretty girl. That hair color is exactly as Viscount Beil described.”

“Well, well, the merchandise walked in on its own feet?”

Philip gritted his teeth at the slave traders’ vulgar words.

He barely managed to grab the hem of Catherine’s skirt as she stood in front of him.

“Ca-therine, you can’t stay here. You need to escape quickly…”

“Where am I supposed to go alone, leaving you behind!”

Catherine didn’t even look at Philip.

Her slender arms gripping the wooden beam were trembling finely.

“Philip, could you run away alone, leaving your lover in danger?”

Of course, he couldn’t.

Philip gritted his teeth.

‘Get up.’

Being defeated in a place like this, by bastards like these, would be endlessly shameful to his position as Vice-Captain of Gloria.

‘Get up, Philip Meyer!’

If he didn’t get up, he couldn’t protect Catherine.

She could get hurt, or even die.

“Grgh!”

Philip finally stood up from his position.

Though his arms and legs were shaking like aspen leaves.

“Philip?”

“Step back.”

Philip hid the surprised Catherine behind him.

“What the hell!”

“H-how did he get up? That’s a paralysis poison strong enough to put a lion to sleep for days…”

The slave traders looked shocked seeing Philip stand up despite being poisoned.

“Hmph, barely managing to stand up and still acting tough! What are you doing! Beat him down!”

“Philip!”

The slave traders all rushed at them at once.

‘Damn it!’

With a body that could barely stand, he couldn’t protect anyone.

Philip dropped the sword he was holding and embraced Catherine, falling down in place.

In a situation where he couldn’t even swing his sword properly, this was the best choice he could make.

“Look at this guy trying to show off in front of his woman!”

“Today we’ll make you look like a fool in front of your girl, hahaha!”

Countless kicks rained down on Philip’s body.

“Ph-Philip, the Count…”

“Don’t move.”

Philip kept his body slightly raised so Catherine wouldn’t be hurt, wrapping his entire body around her.

“No, stop! Stop it! I said stop!”

Catherine tried to break free from Philip’s embrace and attack the slave traders.

But Philip wouldn’t let her go.

Thud, thwack, thud.

Eventually, blood began flowing from Philip’s forehead.

Whether fortunately or unfortunately, he couldn’t feel the pain due to the paralyzing poison.

“…Catherine.”

Philip looked down at Catherine beneath him and whispered softly.

“I’m sorry. For showing you such a pathetic sight…”

If only I hadn’t let my guard down.

No, more than that, if I had tried harder to understand Catherine’s worries, her circumstances, this wouldn’t have happened.

“If I had come earlier, you wouldn’t have had to go through this…”

Catherine pressed her lips together.

It was just as her large eyes began to blur.

“That’s enough now.”

A low, chilling voice came from above Philip, Catherine, and the slave traders.

“I think that’s enough dramatic staging for star-crossed lovers.”

On the roof of the slave warehouse.

Rachel stood there, her long hair flowing in the wind.

“Well, if anyone wants to do more.”

A crooked smile hung on her lips.

“Come at me instead.”

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