The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 51
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Chapter 51. Emperor, Cabellius III (1)
“Unexpected, I’d say.”
Jerome, the captain of the Gloria Knight Order, muttered to himself as he left the Imperial Palace.
There was only one reason why he, who loved his morning sleep, had visited the Imperial Palace at such an early hour.
It was to report to The Emperor about The 3rd Prince and his caretaker.
But contrary to his expectations, The Emperor’s reaction was lukewarm.
– Do as you see fit.
When he asked if it was alright to have The 3rd Prince participate in the knight order training, that single sentence was the entirety of the response he received.
A reaction too ambiguous to be seen as either interested or disinterested.
Jerome frowned as he recalled The Emperor’s indifferent face when he answered.
“What could he be thinking.”
The Emperor and Jerome had known each other since childhood.
He, an adopted child of a ducal family, and Cabellius III, who had been the black sheep of the imperial family, had gotten along quite well.
Even so, Jerome sometimes found himself unable to read his mind.
Just like today.
‘He says to do as I see fit. But if it goes against his wishes, he’ll obviously cause a fuss again.’
Jerome tried to figure out The Emperor’s intentions but eventually gave up thinking about it.
“Well, it’s not like he said no. He told me to do as I please, so I’ll do just that.”
The duke came to a simple conclusion and headed toward the knight order.
He had no way of knowing at that time.
That his decision would become a major turning point that would change a young boy’s life.
* * *
“Welcome, Your Highness. I am Philip Meyer, Vice-Captain of the Gloria Knight Order.”
The Knight, Philip Meyer.
He, with his irritable and meticulous appearance, was quite famous in the Imperial Capital.
It was natural, as he was an outstanding talent who had risen to the position of vice-captain at the young age of his late twenties despite being of common birth.
“It, it’s nice to meet you, Sir Philip.”
Edwin awkwardly greeted The Knight who was saluting him.
“Please speak casually. I’m merely a knight.”
“Pardon? Ah, but still…”
“Your Highness will be participating in the 3rd Company training.”
After finishing what he had to say, Philip quietly looked down at The 3rd Prince.
The young prince looked visibly nervous.
‘They said the 3rd Imperial Consort was so beautiful, so he must take after his mother.’
Philip felt an unexpected admiration inwardly as he looked at the prince’s face.
Honey-colored blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, handsome yet distinct features.
His beauty was so radiant that it seemed a waste for him to have been born a boy.
‘Though that seems to be all there is to him.’
A prince born to the princess of a fallen kingdom. A burden with severed ties. A pretty boy.
That was as far as his first impression of The 3rd Prince went.
“The caretaker came along as well.”
Philip looked at the prince’s caretaker with displeasure.
“We meet again.”
But The Caretaker, Rachel, was not shaken by his reaction.
“I came to observe. It’s my duty as a caretaker.”
“The training will take about three hours. Are you planning to wait?”
Thinking that a woman couldn’t possibly endure the harsh spring sun, Philip turned around.
“I cannot leave a flower-like lordling standing under the hot sun. I’ll escort you to the reception room…”
“It seems you’ve seen flowers wither under the spring sun before, Sir.”
Philip stared at her blankly at the unexpected response.
“I’m grateful for your kindness, but staying by His Highness’s side is my job. I’ll remain here.”
At The Caretaker’s firm declaration, The Knight sighed as if he had no choice.
He eventually withdrew his suggestion.
“Understood. Then I’ll guide you directly to the training grounds.”
* * *
Edwin knelt down and only stared at the ground beneath his feet.
His breath had risen to his chin, and his lungs had reached their limit long ago.
Strange wheezing sounds came from near his solar plexus.
It felt harder than when he was chased by The Monster in Luksen.
“Pick up the pace! You slugs! Can you really call yourselves the Empire’s finest knight order like this!”
Edwin quickly raised his head at the harsh command coming from ahead.
The formation of 3rd Company knights from the Gloria Knight Order had already left him behind and was far ahead.
‘If it’s the 3rd Company, aren’t they the knights with the lowest skills in the Gloria Knight Order? But even so…’
Even so, Edwin couldn’t catch up to them.
To make excuses about being young, there were many in the knight group who appeared to be around ten years old.
Edwin gritted his teeth against the self-loathing and sense of defeat that kept washing over him.
“Huff.”
Edwin stared blankly at the knight order group growing more distant.
And he started running again.
“Hngh!”
A groan escaped through his clenched teeth.
But he didn’t give up.
It was because he remembered the request Rachel had made before coming here.
– Your Highness will be participating in knight order training from now on.
– What? That’s ridiculous!
– Don’t worry, as the training is merely physical conditioning.
– But how could I possibly…
Rachel declared to Edwin, who was already frightened.
– Your Highness, didn’t you say you wanted to become strong? I guarantee it.
Her eyes were more serious than ever.
– If you cannot endure that training, Your Highness will never be able to become strong in your lifetime.
Edwin ran with all his might.
The image of his caretaker, who always looked at him straight, flickered before him.
His caretaker, standing with an upright posture as if she would not tolerate giving up.
“Uaaaah—!”
Edwin screamed as he chased after the knight group.
‘Running is my specialty! I can’t fall behind even in this!’
This time it wasn’t running to escape, but running to catch up to someone.
So he absolutely couldn’t lose.
“Grrrgh!”
Edwin didn’t give up even though his breathing had risen to his chin.
His beautiful face was wretchedly contorted beyond any semblance of princely dignity.
Because of this, the young prince failed to realize that more than one person was watching him.
“So, what exactly is the reason you went out of your way to visit my study at this hour.”
Jerome, the knight order captain, spoke to the figure standing by the window.
The man who had been looking down at the knight group climbing the rear mountain slowly turned his head.
“Your Majesty The Emperor.”
Copper-colored hair and deep blue eyes.
A humble appearance and small stature that didn’t suit an ‘Emperor.’
It was Cabellius III, Emperor of the Bentrum Empire.
“It’s troublesome for you to wander around without any escort like this.”
Jerome spoke to the Emperor without reserve.
“At my age, I don’t want to be scolded by my younger sister.”
“The Empress isn’t the type to say unpleasant things though.”
The Emperor also answered nonchalantly, as if he was accustomed to his playful manner.
“Well, that child is only weak when it comes to Your Majesty.”
“That might certainly be true.”
The Emperor continued speaking while leaning against the railing.
“So why did you bring that child into this place?”
His gaze remained fixed on Edwin’s head as he desperately tried to keep up with the knights.
“Your Majesty told me to do as I pleased.”
“This time you really did as you pleased.”
When the Emperor showed signs of displeasure, Jerome shrugged his shoulders.
“Sometimes there are moments when I don’t want to bother understanding Your Majesty’s words.”
“What a disloyal subject.”
“You flatter me.”
The Emperor let out a chuckle at Jerome’s retort.
“You’re probably the only one who can speak like that in front of me.”
“Didn’t Your Majesty give permission?”
“Yes, I did. You are a subject more precious than my own blood.”
The Emperor stood silently for a while, gazing at the mountain ridge.
“Idis Lionel, wasn’t it? The name of that child’s mother.”
“That’s correct, Your Majesty.”
As if talking about someone completely unrelated to himself, the Emperor’s voice was dry.
“Back then, I believed without doubt that Lionel would conquer the West.”
Jerome silently stared at the Emperor.
The 3rd Empress Idis Lionel, who had been the only princess of the Kingdom of Lionel.
Over ten years ago, Cabellius III had taken her as an empress solely for the alliance with the Kingdom of Lionel.
However, the 3rd Empress died after giving birth to a princess, and the Kingdom of Lionel was destroyed by the Adamant Kingdom.
So in reality, the support from the Kingdom of Lionel had essentially disappeared as well.
“That boy lacks the qualities of a ruler.”
The Emperor’s gaze toward Edwin was cold.
His desperate running might have seemed somewhat admirable, but it didn’t appear that way to the Emperor.
“Do you think effort can catch up to innate talent, Count?”
“I believe it’s possible to some extent.”
“That’s the opposite of my view.”
The Emperor twisted up one corner of his mouth as if finding it ridiculous.
“He’s lacking in talent from the start. So he’s a useless card to me.”
“That’s something we cannot know for certain.”
At the Count’s words, the Emperor’s head turned.
His eyes were drawn out long with suspicion.
“Count Crowner, why did you accept that child?”
“I told you before. The 3rd Prince’s caretaker personally asked me, so I simply granted her request.”
“The caretaker?”
The Emperor frowned.
“The caretaker… you mean that woman from back then?”
“Pardon?”
“…It’s nothing.”
The Emperor waved his hand and changed the subject.
“You’ve done something unlike yourself. To grant the request of a mere caretaker.”
“As Your Majesty knows, I have trouble refusing requests from women.”
“Yet you readily refuse the Empress’s requests while speaking so smoothly.”
Recalling the 2nd Empress who had come running to him, whining for him to punish Jerome’s rudeness, the Emperor clicked his tongue.
“So, a man who is a Count of the Empire was swayed by a single word from a mere caretaker?”
“Haha, I suppose that’s how it turned out.”
“Stop spouting words you don’t mean, Jerome Crowner.”
Suddenly, the atmosphere surrounding the Emperor changed.
A chilling air settled in the room.
“Tell me your true intentions. Do you not want to place your nephew on the throne?”
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