The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 54

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Chapter 54. The Duke and The Caretaker (1)

“You said he’s angry?”

No, just moments ago it was Princess Emilia who was happily squeezing the prince.

But why is he taking his temper out on me? I really can’t understand children sometimes.

“…Me? At Your Highness? No way.”

When I replied while rolling my eyes, Edwin raised his eyebrows like a flounder.

“Really? Really? You’re really not angry at me?”

He’s quite persistent for a little brat.

“Ack!”

When I pressed hard on the middle of his calf, the kid screamed.

“Hey! You! What are you doing!”

“That’s what you get for talking about the knight commander in front of me.”

“Why can’t I talk about Count Jerome?”

Edwin asked back as if he felt wronged.

“Don’t you like Count Jerome too?”

What is he saying.

I frowned deeply.

“Why would I have any reason to like that bastard.”

“But you sent me to the Gloria Knight Order and all…”

Edwin continued while watching my expression.

“I thought you respected Count Jerome.”

“I sent Your Highness there solely because the Gloria Knight Order is the Empire’s finest knight order.”

I had vaguely heard rumors that Gloria Knight Order training was different from other knight orders.

After all, the best always has its reasons.

I added in a displeased voice.

“Not because I respect Duke Jerome Crowner.”

Edwin hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a small voice.

“Then you dislike Count Jerome?”

“There’s no way I could like such a person.”

At my answer, the kid’s eyes widened.

“Why do you dislike him? Count Jerome is strong, honorable, and a righteous knight. Isn’t he cool?”

“…Do you want to know why I dislike that man?”

Instead of answering, Edwin nodded vigorously.

His large eyes were full of curiosity.

I stared at the kid for a moment, then put strength into my grip.

“Aaaahhh!”

“If you’re still awake after the massage is finished, I’ll tell you.”

“Mmmbbbbb!”

Edwin buried his face in the blanket again and writhed in pain.

About thirty minutes passed like that.

“Your Highness, it’s all finished.”

I wiped my hands and got up from the bed.

“Your Highness?”

“Neitche, brother is snoring! Snoring!”

At Emilia’s words, I quietly looked down at Edwin.

Judging by his back rising and falling regularly, he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

‘Well, he must be tired.’

The knight order training was more rigorous than I had thought.

There was a teardrop clinging to the sleeping kid’s eye.

‘Did I massage him too roughly?’

I felt sorry for acting so childishly.

‘That’s what you get for taking Jerome’s side. Annoying brat.’

I lightly touched the kid’s nose.

“Mmm…”

Edwin immediately frowned and made a whimpering sound.

‘That man isn’t as wonderful as you think he is.’

I put an outer garment on the kid and covered him with a blanket.

‘And I’m stronger than that bastard.’

I lightly flicked Edwin’s forehead and quietly slipped out of the room.

I muffled my footsteps so as not to wake Emilia, who was dozing off in my arms.

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“Caretaker! Caretakerrrrr!”

Someone was pounding on my door like they would break it down at the crack of dawn.

“…What’s the matter?”

I was just about to go to bed.

When I opened the door with a frown, I saw Catherine’s pale white face.

“Th-there’s a visitor here to see you.”

“What kind of visitor at this hour…”

Just then, a large hand grabbed the door.

“Let’s have a chat, Rachel Brown Lordling.”

A large man covered in a robe from head to toe.

The unwelcome visitor at dawn was none other than the Gloria Knight Order commander, Jerome Crowner.

* * *

To think I’m taking a dawn stroll in the garden with someone who was once my target.

Coming back from the dead, I experience all sorts of things.

“This is my first time at the 3rd Prince’s Palace. It’s quite magnificent.”

Jerome rambled on with useless observations about the palace scenery.

I finally couldn’t stand the irritation and brought up the main point first.

“What is your reason for seeking me out?”

“Are you always this direct?”

“I don’t want to lose sleep listening to observations about the palace.”

At my blunt reply, the duke burst into laughter.

“Haha, you really aren’t ordinary.”

He continued speaking with his hand placed on his chest.

“How is Prince Edwin doing? I heard he fainted during training today.”

“He recovered quickly. Though he did say he had some muscle pain.”

“I see. Well, children that age usually have energy to spare.”

The duke’s expression seemed to darken as he said this.

Was he thinking of the 1st Prince, who is said to be frail?

He walked silently for a long time before stopping.

“You’re of commoner origin. Rachel Brown Lordling.”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Right, you were adopted into the Brown County? Do you keep in regular contact with your adoptive parents?”

He’s done quite a thorough background check on me in the meantime.

When I frowned instead of answering, he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

“Sorry about that. It was unavoidable if I wanted to find out whether you’re trustworthy.”

Even if he dug around, he wouldn’t find a speck of dust anyway.

‘Kayla Angel’ might be different, but ‘Rachel Brown’ is just an ordinary woman.

But what exactly does he want to say that he even did a background check on me?

“So, am I trustworthy?”

When I answered sarcastically, he laughed awkwardly.

“I apologize for doubting you.”

“So, are you saying you’ll do it?”

I glared at him, telling him to cut the small talk and get to the point.

The Count looked around briefly, then lowered his voice.

“Ahem, the reason I came to find you is because I have a proposal.”

“What kind of proposal?”

“His Highness’s reason for participating in training must surely be to strengthen his body. Isn’t that right?”

“…That’s correct.”

At my answer, the Count’s eyes curved into a long smile.

“Strengthening his body would be for learning swordsmanship.”

He puffed out his chest like a proud goose.

“Actually, I was moved watching His Highness train today.”

What am I supposed to do about him being moved all by himself?

As I looked at him with an unfavorable gaze, Jerome continued speaking.

“Given your circumstances, there must be limits to finding exceptional talent.”

As I looked at him with a displeased expression, he continued in a confident voice.

“I’m specially offering to teach His Highness personally…”

“I must decline.”

“Yes, of course you’d decline… Huh? What did you say?”

The Count’s face instantly hardened.

“I just said I would become His Highness the Prince’s teacher. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes. And I said I must decline. Well then, I’ll be going.”

“Why!”

His expression showed he truly couldn’t understand.

The Count even stammered as he grabbed my wrist.

‘Ugh, I hate it when people touch my body.’

But I couldn’t exactly break the Count’s arm.

When I alternately looked at my wrist and the Count’s face with fierce eyes, he quickly let go.

“My apologies. But I need to know the reason. Why are you rejecting my proposal?”

“…Is there a reason I need to tell you?”

“No matter who it is, no one could be a better teacher than me, right?”

How irritating.

He was truly an arrogant man, then and now.

“You said so yourself back then, Count. That you would absolutely never become His Highness the Prince’s teacher.”

“That was…”

“I also don’t have the confidence to handle The 2nd Imperial Consort’s wrath. Prince Edwin would be very anxious as well.”

Upon hearing the valid reason, the Count quickly closed his mouth.

“Rather, I’d like to ask you something.”

I asked back while smoothing out the sleeve he had grabbed and wrinkled.

“Why did you suddenly change your mind? I thought you had no interest in His Highness whatsoever.”

Jerome Crowner. While he was an excellent knight, he wasn’t someone skilled at quick thinking.

I quickly spoke before he could find words to respond.

“Only participating in knight order training. That’s what you promised, Count, and what His Majesty permitted, isn’t it?”

“Wait, His Majesty permitted it? How do you know that…”

“I happened to encounter His Majesty at the government office. Regrettably, I had the opportunity to speak with him.”

Though in truth, I found out by half-eavesdropping on their conversation.

At my words, the Count only moved his lips slightly.

“So that’s sufficient. Just allowing participation in knight order training is already more than enough help. Well then, I’ll be going.”

I bowed politely, then turned around.

“Stop right there! I never said you could leave!”

Irritating to the very end.

I turned toward Jerome, who was shouting behind me.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not a dog that you raise, Count Crowner.”

“What?”

“I’m not a dog that comes when you call and goes when you tell it to.”

Jerome’s face instantly contorted upon hearing my words.

He growled in a low voice.

“There’s a limit to rudeness. Do you know who you’re dealing with right now?”

“How disappointing, Count Crowner.”

I spoke without changing my expression at all.

“I thought you weren’t someone who would be bound by mere status.”

At my response, Jerome raised his eyebrows as if dumbfounded.

Does he think someone will be scared if he lowers his voice and threatens?

“Since you seem unable to accept the reason for rejecting your proposal, I’ll speak frankly.”

I slowly approached the Count.

Before we knew it, we were close enough that our chests were almost touching.

“I don’t trust you, Count.”

My reflection appeared in Jerome’s flustered eyes.

‘Rachel Brown,’ with her utterly gentle eyes, was smiling harmlessly.

“That is the one and only reason I’m rejecting your proposal, Count.”

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