The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 333

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Side Story 4. The Queen of the New Nation, Her Special Skill Is… (6)

“What the hell is that bastard?”

“If he’s an escaped one, catch him and put him back…”

The men frowned at the sight of the uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared.

Not only had he appeared without a sound, but he had climbed on top of their precious ‘merchandise’.

“Didn’t you hear me tell you to move quickly? Why are you so damn slow?”

Another man who appeared from the front of the wagon looked thoroughly displeased with how the work had suddenly slowed down.

“Huh? What the hell is that now?”

The man furrowed his brow at the sight of the figure standing on top of the oak barrel.

“Hey! I told you to do your job properly! Why is a slave escaping…”

Before his words could finish.

Thud.

The black figure stomped his foot on the oak barrel he was standing on.

The barrel trembled slightly, and a strange sobbing-like sound flowed out.

“As I thought…”

The black figure who had muttered to himself raised his head.

For a man, he had quite delicate features.

“Where is the captain?”

A chilling voice that didn’t match his pretty face flowed out.

Sensing the invisible killing intent, the man made a suspicious expression before turning his head with a tense face.

“What is that thing?”

“We don’t know either. He suddenly appeared and…”

An intrusion by someone of unknown identity.

Moreover, the person the intruder was looking for was none other than their leader.

“I’ll ask once more.”

The black hood asked in a slow voice.

“Fog Sunset, where is he?”

He already knew their identity.

The slave trader members exchanged glances with each other.

‘Could it be…’

They heard that the King of Adamant had stormed into the castle, so could this be one of his retainers?

If by any chance that person’s identity was one of the king’s knights, they had to act without delay.

Having finished their assessment, the men quickly drew the swords hanging at their waists.

“Saylus.”

But contrary to drawing their swords with great momentum, they had to be subdued by something before they could even charge at the black hood.

“What, what is this!”

“My body won’t move!”

“What the hell is…”

They were bound hand and foot by something black that emerged from their own shadows, unable to move at all.

“Oh my.”

Right at that moment, a man with snow-white hair appeared beside the black hood.

His face was beautiful enough to enchant people of all ages and genders, but he wore strange clothing with a deeply cut chest that was unidentifiable in origin.

“Honey, can I play with these guys however I want? They seem like bad people.”

“…Not right now.”

“Why? The humans trapped in these oak barrels here, they were all kidnapped and imprisoned by those bastards, right?”

Anyone who would think to stuff people into wine barrels deserves divine punishment.

The chattering white-haired man crossed his arms and grinned wickedly.

“Then it’s okay to kill them all, right?”

“You said you wanted to play with them. Why did your words change to killing them?”

“Eh, let’s skip the minor details.”

The two exchanged their chilling conversation as if it were nothing.

The men whose hands, feet, and now mouths were blocked by shadows rolled their eyes frantically while breaking out in cold sweat.

“Then what should we do? Can’t kill them, can’t make them into toys either.”

The white-haired man kept tilting his head as if troubled.

“First, move the people inside the barrels.”

“Ugh, that’s no fun.”

“Saylus.”

“Fine.”

After a few more exchanges, the white-haired man snapped his fingers.

Then all the oak barrels that filled the cargo area, as well as those not yet loaded, sank into the shadows on the ground. The sight of them being swallowed by darkness was eerily strange.

“Are there other people nearby?”

“Hmm, there are several people toward the mountain range. The slave trader you’re looking for seems to be there too.”

“Then let’s go there.”

The black hood lightly stepped down from the cargo area.

The white-haired man also slid down and followed him.

“What about those bastards?”

“Keep them tied up here.”

The green eyes visible through the hood were utterly cold.

“Move out.”

“Yes yes, I’ll do as you command.”

A tone as light as a feather blown by the wind.

The white-haired man grinned and put his arm around the black hood’s shoulder.

“Your Majesty the Queen.”

“Shut up.”

The two disappeared into the shadows in an instant.

The men who were still stuck in place like they were nailed there looked bewildered.

‘Your Majesty the Queen? Why are they suddenly looking for Her Majesty the Queen?’

‘Could it be that the hood means that person is the queen? Why?’

Their heads were filled with unexpected questions.

But unfortunately, there was no one who could resolve those questions for them.

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“Still not coming up.”

Fog Sunset roughly scratched his bearded chin.

“What kind of nonsense are those bastards up to now?”

“Should I go take a look?”

“No, if we go back down for no reason and the king notices something suspicious, we’ll be in trouble.”

The first king of Adamant, Kaiden Ram.

A hero who brought down Lionel at a young age and became king of a new nation.

‘They called him the God of War.’

There was nothing good that could come from encountering such a dangerous man for no reason.

“First, you guys start departing…”

“Where are you going in such a hurry?”

An unfamiliar voice cut off his words.

Fog Sunset slowly turned around.

“Fog Sunset.”

The person who dared to carelessly call his name pulled down the black hood they were wearing.

Strangely jet-black hair and green eyes with an odd heterochromatic hue were revealed.

Though it was someone he had never seen before in his life, he somehow felt a sense of familiarity.

“Who are you?”

“Ah, this would be the first time in this form.”

The man who had been speaking incomprehensibly grinned, showing his teeth.

“We met a long time ago, you see.”

They had met long ago.

Fog Sunset furrowed his brow, then returned to an indifferent expression.

“Then it must not have been a pleasant encounter.”

“You seem to have good self-awareness.”

“If you can’t manage that, it’s hard to survive in this business.”

It was definitely a face he was seeing for the first time.

Yet Fog Sunset also felt as if he had encountered this man long ago.

“Then try to guess what I’m going to do now.”

“…Revenge?”

“That’s almost correct.”

It was revenge, indeed.

Though it would be revenge disguised as official duty.

“Saylus.”

The black-haired man—no, Rachel disguised as a man—tried to summon Saylus again. Or rather, attempted to.

[Oh no.]

But this time, Saylus couldn’t emerge from the shadows.

[That bastard seems to have a magic blocking device? I can’t get out of the shadows.]

An unexpected variable.

Rachel slightly twisted her eyes.

‘Is he carrying it to avoid magical tracking?’

Since he was a criminal being pursued across The Continent, it seemed he had prepared for such contingencies.

“Well, it doesn’t matter.”

Rachel drew two daggers that had been hidden behind her back.

“I’ll just handle it myself.”

She immediately leaped up and charged at The Subordinate who was beside Fog Sunset.

In an instant, one of the Slave Traders’ lives vanished silently.

“…!”

Fog Sunset’s eyes widened at the sight.

He had thought she was at most a spy or knight sent by the king.

But judging by her movements and hand speed, she wasn’t such a soft type.

“Assassin…?”

Rachel’s face was reflected in his eyes filled with shock.

She was smiling, but her eyes were gleaming fiercely.

“That’s right.”

Rachel smiled as she wiped the blood off her dagger.

The tip of the blade she held was now pointed at Fog Sunset.

“So running away won’t do you any good.”

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