The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 32

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Chapter 32. Clover Resolution

“Sniff.”

That brat Edwin was crouched down beneath the rear wall of the annex.

The kid swallowing his tears as if feeling wronged was truly pitiful.

As I approached closer, Edwin raised his head.

His eyes were tinged red.

“What, why did you follow me?”

“Why do you think I followed you?”

I handed a handkerchief to the sniffling kid.

“If The Caretaker doesn’t follow, who else would?”

“Go away.”

Edwin ignored the handkerchief and buried his face between his knees.

“Don’t pay attention to me. You never cared about someone like me from the beginning anyway.”

“How could Your Highness’s caretaker not pay attention to Your Highness…”

Edwin stopped listening to my words and suddenly stood up, shouting.

“You said you weren’t going to be The Caretaker anymore—!”

“Who said that?”

“Emilia told me everything! She said you were quitting your caretaker job!”

“Well, I’ll quit someday.”

“What?”

“But that someday isn’t now.”

At my words, Edwin frowned.

“So you’re saying you’ll leave eventually anyway.”

Edwin lowered his head again.

“You hate working under a pathetic prince like me too. I know it all.”

“Your Highness.”

I looked at the kid and continued speaking.

“Do you remember what I told you before?”

“What words?”

“That the weak cannot protect themselves, others, or anything at all unless they become cunning.”

“…I remember.”

At my words, Edwin’s brow furrowed.

He seemed hurt as memories of that day came back.

“However.”

I looked straight at the kid.

“There is a way.”

“What?”

“There’s a way to protect everyone without becoming cunning.”

Edwin seemed intrigued by my words as he slowly raised his head.

“What is it?”

“You just need to become strong.”

“…What?”

Unlike the weak, the strong are not cunning.

No, to be precise, they don’t need to be cunning.

“There are vicious strong people in this world, but there are no cunning strong people. Because there’s no need for it.”

I placed my hand on Edwin’s shoulder.

Emma wanted this kid to be happy.

‘Happiness, huh.’

Actually, I didn’t know how to become happy either.

I had dreamed of happiness for a brief moment, but only met an utterly miserable end.

But even so, I knew one thing very well.

‘In this cruel world, the weak can never enjoy the luxury called happiness.’

I carefully examined the 3rd Prince before me.

Small and scrawny build, with anxious eyes.

Anyone could see he looked like a pushover, a weakling.

“Your Highness is weak. Just as Princess Emilia said.”

“You—!”

“But that’s okay.”

“…What?”

“Because I will make Your Highness into a strong person.”

It wasn’t a suggestion, but a unilateral declaration.

At my words, Edwin slowly blinked his large eyes.

“Why?”

Then, a different answer than what I expected came out of the kid’s mouth.

“Why are you suddenly saying such things? Didn’t you not care what happened to me?”

The kid was frowning as if he couldn’t understand.

“I made a promise, so I must keep it.”

One was made before death, the other was made last night.

“So I will never leave Your Highness’s side.”

Even if this kid ordered me to leave.

“At least until Your Highness no longer needs me.”

Of course, I planned to decide when that ‘time’ would be.

“What the hell does that mean?”

Edwin frowned as if he couldn’t understand.

The kid seemed not to remember what happened last night.

“A promise? Who did you make a promise with?”

“Let’s stop the small talk and go back.”

“Go back? Where?”

“Where else.”

I grabbed the kid’s hand and pulled him along.

“We need to go appease Princess Emilia.”

* * *

“Sorry, Ria. Your brother was wrong.”

“Hmph!”

“I said I’m sorry. Won’t you forgive me?”

“Hmm—ph!”

Emilia turned her head away when she saw her returned brother.

She seemed quite thoroughly angry.

“Princess Emilia, how about forgiving His Highness? He’s begging like that.”

When Catherine, who was holding Emilia, coaxed and soothed her, only then did the kid finally open her mouth.

“Brother bullied Ria like a villain. So why should Ria forgive?”

Edwin, who was kneeling on the lawn, was devastated by being called a villain.

The kid had instantly become the same level as Lloyd.

“I really did wrong. I won’t bully Ria again. Okay?”

“Hmm, hmm-ph!”

“If brother bullies Ria again, then…”

I interrupted before Edwin could finish his words.

“Then I will give Your Highness a good scolding.”

“Neitche will?”

Emilia turned her head, seeming intrigued by my suggestion.

But soon she sulked again.

“Hmph! Neitche is going to abandon Ria and leave. Liar!”

“No. Where would I go?”

“Neitche, you’re not leaving?”

At the words that I wasn’t leaving, Emilia turned her head.

“Yes, I’m not leaving.”

“Really? Really, you won’t leave? You’ll stay by Ria’s side?”

“Yes.”

“Kyaaaaa—!”

At that moment, Emilia broke free from Catherine’s embrace and rushed toward me.

“Your Highness, you’ll get hurt if you do that!”

“Neitche, I love you—!”

Emilia wrapped her arms around my neck and nuzzled against it.

For a moment, I froze like stone, then slowly placed my hand on her back.

This inexplicable blind affection was still difficult for me.

But I couldn’t reject it.

It was my decision to stay by these children’s side.

“Ria, what about your brother?”

Edwin looked at his sister with disappointed eyes.

Then Emilia snorted as if doing him a favor.

“Fine. Since Neitche is here, I’ll forgive brother!”

The young princess glared at Edwin with her large eyes narrowed sharply.

“But you have to make me a flower ring and a flower crown! If you don’t, I won’t forgive you!”

“Ah, okay! Just wait a little! I’ll make them right away!”

Edwin hurriedly began picking clover at his sister’s threat.

Even a rabbit looking for food wouldn’t be this diligent.

“Pfft.”

Seeing this, Catherine finally burst into the laughter she’d been holding back.

“Ahahaha—!”

“What! Why are you laughing!”

I watched Edwin getting angry and quietly turned my head away.

Then Emilia’s eyes widened as she chattered.

“Neitche smiled just now too, didn’t you?”

“…Not at all. That never happened.”

“No way! Neitche smiled!”

“I didn’t smile.”

“What! Why is everyone laughing!”

That day, Edwin could only receive his sister’s forgiveness after making clover crowns for all three women.

* * *

“How is The 3rd Prince doing?”

“He’s doing the same as usual. Yesterday he enjoyed flower viewing with Her Highness the Princess.”

“Entertainment fitting for that deficient boy. Playing around picking flowers like little girls.”

The Empire’s 2nd Empress, Helena, looked at her well-manicured nails with a satisfied expression.

“He’s not doing anything useless, is he?”

“Yes. No particular movements have been detected.”

“Good thing he’s not doing anything to hasten his expulsion.”

Helena looked into the jewelry box brought by her maid, then raised her head.

“Oh, did you investigate that caretaker?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The Masked Person kneeling at a distance from her bowed their head.

“Her name is Rachel Brown. She’s 21 years old this year and entered the palace a month ago.”

“Brown? Is that a noble family?”

“Yes. She’s an adopted daughter of the Brown Baronial House, a frontier noble family, and was brought into the palace with a recommendation letter from The Previous Caretaker.”

“So she’s a woman with connections to the dead caretaker?”

“Yes. It was The Previous Caretaker who sent the orphan Rachel to be adopted by The Count’s Family.”

“Hmm.”

Not even the real daughter of an insignificant frontier noble, but an adopted daughter.

‘And an orphan at that?’

Helena’s eyes narrowed.

‘Pailin seemed quite pleased with that woman.’

She recalled the conversation she’d had with her confidant, Countess Pailin Katrina, at the family banquet.

– You probably don’t need to worry much about The 3rd Prince.

– Why is that?

– He’s always the same as usual. And The New Caretaker is quite decent.

– What do you mean by decent?

– She’s polite, doesn’t talk back, and most importantly, her eyes were dead.

– Her eyes were dead?

– Your Majesty, you know well that I have an eye for people, don’t you?

– I know that well. So you’re saying that woman isn’t very dangerous?

– Yes, Your Majesty.

– What’s your reason?

– People with those kinds of eyes are the type who are satisfied just filling their own bellies. They’re not motivated enough to do anything for someone else.

Pailin was skilled at dealing with all kinds of nobles and reading people.

Since she was saying this, there was no choice but to believe it.

‘Thinking about Lloyd’s incident, even killing her wouldn’t satisfy my anger, but it can’t be helped.’

Though she had deliberately told her son not to worry about it.

‘How dare that lowly thing embarrass a prince.’

She also disliked The 3rd Prince’s caretaker.

But it was none other than The Emperor who had publicly said he would forgive the incident.

She didn’t want any noise to leak out from meddling unnecessarily.

Helena waved her hand dismissively as if she was too bothered to think about it anymore.

“Enough. I don’t have the luxury to worry about some frontier noble’s adopted daughter now. You may withdraw.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The Masked Person bowed respectfully, then disappeared like a shadow.

As soon as he disappeared, Helena called for the maids outside the door.

“You there!”

“Did you call for us?”

“I need to rest a bit. Prepare refreshments in The Garden.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Helena headed to The Garden, leading a line of maids behind her.

As if she could now truly rest at ease.

But she didn’t know.

That Pailin’s insight was useless against someone who had learned to thoroughly hide themselves.

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