The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 314

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Side Story 1. The Knight and Assassin’s Proposal Operation (13)

“Why should I be treated like this! Why! My daughter is the Crown Prince’s head maid! How dare you treat me so poorly and think you’ll get away with it!”

Viscount Beil looked around frantically as he shouted.

“Where is this place! Where the hell did you drag me to…”

“It seems you still haven’t come to your senses.”

As I straightened my posture, Viscount Beil flinched and pulled his body back.

He hunched his neck nervously and glared with wide eyes.

“Viscount Beil. No, I suppose there’s no need to call you viscount anymore.”

I looked down at this man who claimed to be Catherine’s father with a cold expression.

“Since your title has been confiscated, I’ll just call you by your name now, Jeremy.”

“What? By whose authority, by whose authority was my title…”

“By order of His Highness the Crown Prince.”

“H-His Highness the Crown Prince?”

Jeremy’s hands trembled as if he couldn’t believe it.

“But why, how could…”

“It’s only natural, considering you abused and confined the head maid whom His Highness the Crown Prince cherishes, and even tried to sell her off as an old nobleman’s second wife.”

Incidentally, Count Espard had to pay massive fines and return part of his territory to the Imperial Palace on charges of tax evasion. Thanks to this, his hatred and rage toward Jeremy had grown tremendously.

“The debt you owe to the Count remains as is.”

I pulled out Jeremy’s debt document from my sleeve and waved it around.

“The promissory note is still intact, you see.”

For a moment, I considered just tearing it up completely.

But thinking of Philip and Catherine, I completely abandoned that thought.

‘A person like this will never reflect unless they pay a harsh price for the crimes they’ve committed.’

If I erased his debt without any conditions, it was obvious he would repeat the same behavior.

‘And that’s not all.’

He would surely follow Catherine around and torment her even after she married Philip.

I had seen countless families ruined this way in my previous life.

“Honestly, I don’t expect someone like you to reform. But His Highness the Crown Prince said that since you’re Catherine’s blood relative, shouldn’t we give you at least one chance.”

That was a lie.

Edwin didn’t even know about Jeremy’s activities.

I didn’t feel the need to inform him about such a person’s background. Catherine also didn’t want to tell the children the details.

“Choose, Jeremy.”

I continued with my arms crossed.

“Will you stay in your hometown and spend your life being humiliated under Count Espard while paying off your debt, or will you live with peace of mind in a place where no one knows you.”

It was quite a choice with a large gap.

A rational person would naturally notice the hidden trap in this proposal and question the motive.

‘But this guy is…’

A gambling addict lost in wine and women.

The type who could never make a rational choice.

“I-I can’t go back to my hometown. Count Espard is such a vicious man! He might even sell me off as a slave!”

“Then you’ll choose the latter?”

Living with peace of mind in a place where no one knows you.

Jeremy rolled his eyes and then nodded frantically.

“Good.”

I gave a short reply and then raised my voice.

“Come in.”

Though it wasn’t clearly visible in the darkness, there was a small door behind the wall where Jeremy was sitting.

Creak.

As soon as I said to come in, that small door opened and a large silhouette entered.

“Hmm, is this the guy?”

Somnia, the head of The Golden Goose Trading Guild, grinned with her pipe held between her fingers.

“Nice to meet you?”

A tall woman that even most adult men would have to look up to.

When she suddenly offered a handshake in her provocative outfit with her chest almost completely exposed, Jeremy seemed flustered too.

“Wh-who are you?”

“Ah, as for me, should I say I’m His Highness the Crown Prince’s closest confidant? Or should I say I’m a prospective noble who will soon receive a count’s title?”

There she goes with her boasting again.

I let out a small sigh watching Somnia in high spirits.

I couldn’t say I didn’t understand her feelings. Somnia was the person who was most overjoyed when Edwin safely became Crown Prince.

“And I could be called the closest confidant of His Highness the Crown Prince’s caretaker here.”

Somnia grinned and crouched down.

She put her pipe to her mouth once and then blew tobacco smoke right into Jeremy’s face.

“I hear you’re in trouble because you can’t pay back a massive debt? So I came to introduce you to a very good job.”

“A job? What are you talking about? Th-that guy promised to let me live comfortably in a place where no one knows me…”

“See, this is why you shouldn’t drink so much.”

Somnia glanced toward me and giggled.

“Really, you’re quite cunning too. Setting such an obvious trap. Of course, he’s the type of person who deserves to fall into a trap. Trying to sell off family instead of paying his debt.”

Somnia, who was once a slave and had been a slave trader, smiled wickedly.

“I really hate people like that.”

Somnia stood up.

And she brought in her guards who had been waiting outside the door.

“Take him away.”

“W-wait a minute! What is this! Where are you trying to drag me…”

“You already heard everything, didn’t you?”

Somnia smiled at Jeremy who was struggling.

“A place where no one knows you, where you can live in peace.”

She narrowed her eyes and scratched her cheek.

“Well, I’m not sure if you’ll be able to live comfortably physically. I haven’t seen many guys working in the mana stone mines with all their limbs intact.”

Jeremy’s eyes widened as if they would tear.

He shook his head frantically and then shouted toward me.

“You damn bastards! You tricked me? Do you think I’ll just sit still! Do you think Catherine will forgive you even if she finds out about this!”

“I don’t care.”

I approached Jeremy who was being held by Somnia’s subordinates.

“I volunteered to be the villain instead of my soft-hearted friend, so I should have at least that much resolve.”

Jeremy’s eyes trembled finely.

I met his eyes and smiled, baring my teeth.

“Well, I’m used to being the villain anyway.”

Jeremy, unable to give any response, just made groaning sounds.

“Eeee…”

“Even if Catherine can’t forgive me, I have no intention of forgiving you.”

“You bastard! You bastard!”

“You’ll be the only person to call me that and survive. Know that I’m letting it slide because you’re Catherine’s blood relative.”

I glared at Jeremy with cold eyes.

“You’ll never be able to escape from your workplace until you pay back all the debt you owe. Until then, you won’t be able to meet your family or contact them, so keep that in mind.”

The one-sided conversation was over.

I signaled Somnia with my eyes.

Then she waved her hand dismissively.

“Take him away, he’s been chattering noisily and it’s killing me.”

“Yes, Master.”

Jeremy disappeared into the darkness beyond the open door while screaming.

“I was wrong! I was wrong! Don’t do this! Please forgive me…”

The hollow cry echoed through the narrow room.

Somnia draped one arm over my shoulder with a cold expression.

“As expected, your ruthless side hasn’t changed at all. I absolutely love it.”

“Leave his limbs intact. If he gets injured, Catherine will worry about it.”

“Of course. Even if he does get hurt, we can just send a cleric to heal him right away.”

As she finished speaking and drew up her mana, a magic circle glowed beneath our feet.

It was spatial movement magic.

“So where shall I escort you, Caretaker?”

“Near Count Crowner’s manor.”

“Huh? We’re not returning to the Imperial Capital?”

I straightened my posture while adjusting my clothes.

“I have something to discuss with Count Crowner regarding the wedding.”

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