The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 33

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Chapter 33. Save the Teacher! (1)

“Caretaker, are you listening to me?”

Catherine seemed resentful that I wasn’t even giving her a glance.

She sat across from me, glaring in my direction.

I pretended not to notice Catherine and patted the sleeping Emilia’s stomach.

It was currently the princess’s nap time.

“I didn’t know the housekeeper position was such a leisurely job.”

“Leisurely? How busy do you think I am! I made time in my busy schedule to spend time with you, Caretaker!”

Catherine fired back like a machine gun, her voice lowered so as not to wake the princess.

“Why?”

“What? Why! Well, I want to get close to you, Caretaker…”

Catherine stopped mid-sentence and looked at me with narrowed eyes.

“Looking at you, it seems like you don’t know how to make friends with people.”

“Me?”

“Do you know that the other maids are afraid of you? They say you give off a cold wind!”

I tilted my head at Catherine’s words.

‘Well, that’s probably not the only reason.’

The maids started being afraid of me after rumors spread about what happened the day the housekeeper was kicked out.

The rumor was that I had pushed the housekeeper to the floor and hurled insults at her.

‘I wonder who spread such rumors.’

I didn’t push her to the floor – she practically fell over by herself, and I never hurled any insults.

“I have no obligation to be kind to the other maids.”

Meanwhile, Catherine raised one eyebrow after hearing my response.

“Caretaker, be honest with me.”

She took a breath and whispered in a small voice.

“You don’t have friends, do you?”

“…”

“Oh my, goodness gracious. Look at you, unable to answer. You really don’t have friends.”

“…It’s not that I don’t have friends, I just don’t make them.”

“What’s wrong with making friends!”

She shouted as if she couldn’t understand me.

“Isn’t it nice to open up and talk with other people? Don’t you get lonely living so closed off?”

Lonely, she says.

For decades, I couldn’t even understand the inner thoughts of people I lived skin-to-skin with.

So what would loneliness matter?

Humans are always lonely.

Whether alone or together.

That was the only truth I realized the moment my body burned to ash in the fire.

“The closer someone is, the more dangerous they are.”

“What?”

“In a world where even family stabs you in the back, is there any law saying friends won’t do the same?”

“Really, anyone listening would think you got stabbed in the back by a friend.”

“…”

Well, I got stabbed in the back by a lover, not a friend.

To be precise, I got a knife in my back.

“Still, I want to get close to you, Caretaker. I’d like us to be friends if possible.”

Meanwhile, Catherine kicked at her toes with a face full of dissatisfaction.

“You and I, friends?”

“Yes. Did you know I’m the same age as you, Caretaker?”

Catherine is the same age as me?

She looks like she’s in her early twenties at most, but she’s already thirty-three?

I looked at her with surprised eyes without realizing it, and Catherine smiled brightly.

“Let’s get along well, both of us being twenty-one, okay?”

“…Both twenty-one?”

Only then did I realize once again that I was no longer ‘Kayla Angel.’

Right, the real ‘Rachel Brown’ was just a twenty-one-year-old kid.

‘Should I say I struck it rich, getting twelve years younger?’

Who else could get their youth back without any price?

No, saying I got it without any price might be wrong, considering how miserable my final moments were.

“Caretaker? What’s wrong?”

“Just, you seem so young.”

“It’s an age where others wouldn’t find it strange to be married with children, you know?”

Catherine rested her chin on her hand with a bitter expression.

“Poor people like me marry late though.”

It was puzzling.

Catherine was the daughter of Baron Veil.

Even if a noble family was poor, finding a marriage match for their daughter shouldn’t be difficult.

“But you’re still a noble.”

“Nobles come in different types. I’m from a commoner-turned-noble family.”

She let out a deep sigh.

“We used to be rich enough to buy a noble title with money, but not anymore.”

“Why not?”

“My father gambled away our entire fortune.”

“Oh dear.”

Indeed, gambling ruins many lives.

“That’s why I’m still working at this age.”

Catherine threw both arms up in the air.

“I want to get married too! I want to have a bear-like husband and rabbit-like children and live happily together!”

“If you want to get married, why don’t you try arranged meetings?”

“Absolutely not! I’m definitely going to marry for love!”

“I see.”

“Besides, I don’t have money to hire a matchmaker. I’m barely covering my family’s living expenses by myself.”

Catherine shook her head while holding her forehead.

“At this rate, I don’t know if I’ll even get to date, let alone marry. I came all the way to the capital to find a good man.”

She shuddered all over as if the thought disgusted her.

“There really wasn’t a single decent guy, you know? All they cared about was women.”

Catherine went on talking about the shortcomings of men from her hometown for quite a while.

She chattered away so well, changing topics by herself.

At least my ears weren’t bored.

“Oh, right!”

“What is it?”

“I forgot to bring snacks to Prince Edwin.”

Edwin was currently studying hard in the annex.

Today was his weekly tutoring day.

“You can give them to him after class ends. His Highness doesn’t particularly enjoy snacks anyway.”

“You think so?”

“You don’t need to bring snacks.”

“Kyaaaah! P-Prince Edwin?”

Catherine screamed in surprise at Edwin’s sudden appearance.

Fortunately, I quickly covered the princess’s ears, preventing the disaster of the soundly sleeping child waking up and crying.

“Gasp, I’m, I’m sorry. Princess Emilia is sleeping!”

“It’s fine.”

That wasn’t what was important right now.

“Your Highness, it’s not time for classes to end yet. Why did you come out?”

“Ah, well.”

Edwin looked somewhat dejected.

Instead of answering, he held out a letter.

“The teacher didn’t come, so I kept waiting, but a maid brought this.”

The letter contained a lengthy story, but the main point was one thing.

He would no longer continue teaching the prince.

“He certainly wrote his resignation quite grandly.”

“What? He’s quitting?”

Catherine trailed off with an expression of disbelief.

“No, he even took next month’s tutoring fee in advance last week!”

Did he take the money and run?

He should have been a merchant instead of a scholar.

“What can you say to someone who’s quitting due to family troubles?”

“But how are we going to find a new teacher?”

Catherine glanced at Edwin and whispered to me.

“We were rejected by all the nobles with high learning. He was someone we barely managed to hire!”

“Rejected? Why?”

“Why else? Because they’re all only thinking about advancing their careers.”

Catherine shook her head as if genuinely annoyed.

“Usually, being a prince’s tutor means you could expect to secure a position like Academy Dean later. There are no materialists like them.”

But Edwin was a prince with nothing.

A prince who couldn’t even guarantee whether he’d hold important positions later, let alone become emperor.

Who would want to take on tutoring such a prince?

After hearing Catherine’s words, I turned my head toward Edwin.

He was holding a thick history book, looking dejected.

He’s probably blaming himself again, thinking the teacher left because he was pathetic.

‘What to do.’

Finding a suitable tutor for the prince wasn’t easy.

Nobles with clean private lives and excellent learning were rare to begin with.

Moreover, it was nearly impossible for the orphan-born noble Lordling ‘Rachel Brown’ to recruit such a person.

‘Can’t be helped.’

I finally threw the letter I was holding onto the table.

“Your Highness, do you need a tutor?”

But if it were ‘Kayla Angel’, the story would be different.

“If you need one, I’ll find you one.”

For me, who had been the leader of the continent’s strongest Assassin’s Guild.

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It was dawn before daybreak.

After quietly leaving the 3rd Prince’s Palace, I arrived at the palace gate used by the castle’s servants.

The only palace gate that stayed open all day for servants working in shifts.

Despite the early hour, it was bustling with those returning home and those entering the Imperial Palace.

“Are we finally going?”

“Lower your voice, Your Highness.”

I raised my finger toward the small figure beside me who had pulled a hood deep over their head.

However, despite my warning, the 3rd Prince Edwin couldn’t easily hide his excitement.

Just like a child, as expected.

“But what’s all that luggage?”

Edwin seemed curious about the large pile of luggage loaded on top of the carriage.

“These are gifts for the person who will become Your Highness’s tutor.”

Actually, they weren’t gifts but ‘props’ we needed, but there was no need for him to know that much.

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