The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 68

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Chapter 68. How to Become a Hunter (3)

“But Catherine, that person is…”

“Don’t worry, Your Highness.”

Catherine held out her palm in front of the prince’s worried face.

“I may not look it, but back in my hometown I was called a ‘hunter.'”

“A, a hunter?”

“Yes, and a very skilled hunter at that. Once I set my sights on prey, I never let it escape.”

Catherine made a solemn vow before the prince with a determined expression.

“Just wait and see. I’ll definitely make that man mine!”

“U, uh-huh, okay.”

The burning fighting spirit of a woman of marriageable age was too much for the young prince who hadn’t even experienced puppy love yet.

“I, I’ll cheer you on too.”

“Ria too! Ria will cheer for Catherine too!”

All Edwin could do was quietly wish the head maid good luck along with his little sister.

* * *

“Prince Edwin, I heard you’re participating in the hunting competition?”

The day before the hunting competition, Edwin was participating in knight training from the morning as usual.

When one knight asked the prince, the other knights joined in.

“The one tomorrow? I heard our captain is participating too.”

“Of course the captain would attend. All the notable nobles of the Empire are participating.”

“What’s gotten into them? Those lords who never move from their seats?”

“Maybe it’s because His Majesty ordered all the princes to attend?”

“Then many noble ladies will come too?”

“The 2nd Corps guys are also making a fuss about participating. I’m so jealous.”

“I don’t care. I have Lady Veil!”

“Don’t make me laugh! Lady Veil doesn’t even notice someone like you!”

“What? You turkey-faced bastard!”

“Are you calling me a bastard in a roundabout way? Want to die?”

Edwin could only smile awkwardly at the knights’ quarrel.

Social situations with many people and conversations were still difficult for the prince.

How long had they been running in that noisy atmosphere?

Before they knew it, they had come down from the mountain.

“Your Highness.”

Someone approached him as he was catching his breath.

It was the vice-captain, Philip Meyer.

“Count Philip?”

“I heard you’re participating in tomorrow’s hunting competition.”

Philip asked in his usual calm voice.

“Mm-hmm. That’s right.”

“Your Highness? Why are you avoiding my eyes?”

“Huh? No? I never did that?”

Edwin turned his gaze toward him in surprise.

‘Was it that obvious?’

Edwin kept thinking of Catherine whenever he looked at Philip, making him feel awkward for no reason.

‘But I can’t help being curious!’

Since he heard that the person Catherine liked was Count Philip, he couldn’t help it.

He felt awkward and embarrassed for no reason, and at the same time curious.

For Edwin, romantic love between men and women was still just a story from a distant world.

“I see. I must have been mistaken.”

Philip listened to Edwin’s answer and brushed it off casually.

“By the way, I heard Your Highness doesn’t have a guard knight. Have you arranged for an attendant for the competition?”

“Ah, Rachel agreed to come with me!”

When the caretaker’s name came up, Philip’s brow furrowed slightly.

“By Rachel, you mean Your Highness’s caretaker?”

“Yes! Rachel shoots a bow better than I do!”

“…She’s good at archery?”

“Yes, Rachel is a noble too. She said she learned it before.”

Philip recalled the first day he saw the 3rd Prince’s caretaker.

She seemed like an ordinary woman with nothing particularly outstanding, but somehow.

The strange and relaxed atmosphere she gave off made it impossible to let his guard down.

‘Why do I sense a predator’s aura from such a woman?’

It was truly puzzling.

What brought Philip back from his other thoughts was the prince’s voice.

“So Rachel agreed to come along as my attendant.”

“Ahem, I see.”

Philip cleared his throat briefly and continued.

“If you didn’t have one, I was going to assign at least a squire to you.”

“To me? Why?”

“There was an order from the captain. He said it wouldn’t look good for the imperial family’s dignity if Your Highness went around without even an attendant.”

Count Jerome did?

Edwin’s eyes widened.

‘What? I thought he had come to dislike me?’

The prince recalled the day he had talked with Jerome alone.

Then, Philip called to him.

“Your Highness, please go in early today.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Don’t you have to participate in the competition tomorrow? It would be better for you to rest today.”

“But I…”

He felt like if he skipped training even for a day, he would return to his weak former self.

To his old self who couldn’t do anything in front of the monster or the 2nd Empress.

Philip saw Edwin’s hesitation and spoke again.

“If you insist, would you like to practice archery instead of training?”

“What? Is that okay?”

“Since the competition is coming up, I’ll make an exception for you.”

Philip glanced at the bow that Edwin had been carrying around like a part of himself lately.

“You have quite a fine bow there. Did you get it for the hunting competition?”

“No? This was a gift.”

“A gift?”

“Yes, His Majesty the King of Adamant sent it as a get-well gift when I was sick.”

The King of Adamant?

Philip’s eyes widened slightly before returning to normal.

“I see.”

A faint worry appeared in the vice-captain’s eyes.

“Your Highness.”

“Yes?”

“If anyone asks what that bow is made of, tell them it was crafted from iron and mithril.”

Edwin tilted his head at this completely unexpected request.

He had never once been curious about what the bow gifted by the King of Adamant was made of.

“This is made from processed iron and mithril?”

“No, but if anyone asks, it would be better to answer that way. And don’t say you received it as a gift either—say it’s something that’s been in the 3rd Prince’s Palace for a long time.”

Philip added quite seriously.

“For Your Highness’s sake as well.”

“Uh, uhm.”

Edwin nodded his head in bewilderment.

“Then let’s go.”

Philip relaxed his expression as if relieved only after hearing Edwin’s answer.

He pointed his finger toward the back of the training grounds.

“If you go around that way, there’s a place where you can practice archery. Practice arrows are also prepared there…”

“Ah, thank you! Philip, the Count!”

Edwin ran off swiftly before he could even finish speaking.

“…”

Philip stared at the spot where the prince had disappeared with an incredulous expression.

The knights who saw this giggled.

“The only person who could run away in the middle of the vice-captain’s speech would be Prince Edwin, right?”

“There is one other person though. Oh right, the one who came to the barracks today…”

Just as their chatter was about to continue, Philip emitted killing intent.

“Don’t you guys have no time to sit here and idle around?”

At the vice-captain’s stern command, the knights quickly began to move.

“Eeeek, we’re going!”

“Vice-captain, please don’t be angry!”

“We’re working very hard, you know?”

“Hup! Hup!”

They quickly formed ranks and began climbing the ladders.

Philip could only sigh as he watched his subordinates act shamelessly as if nothing had happened.

* * *

“Here it is!”

Edwin brightened up when he discovered the archery range.

Seeing a proper target, he let out a sigh of relief.

‘Rachel is good in every way, but sometimes she’s too brutal. Are all noble ladies like that originally? But Catherine is gentle.’

Edwin recalled the human-shaped target Rachel had made.

A real human face was drawn on the head part, making it bizarrely grotesque.

“I can shoot comfortably now.”

Edwin took his position and picked up a practice arrow without a point.

After finishing practice drawing the bowstring, it was time to practice shooting arrows.

For the past few days, he had been shooting a hundred arrows a day.

– You must shoot exactly one hundred arrows every day.

The moment he nocked the arrow to the string, Rachel’s words echoed in his ears.

– Of course, keep in mind that you can only count the arrows that hit the target.

Edwin drew the string with all his might.

He resolved not to return to the Prince’s Palace today until he had hit one hundred shots.

* * *

“Did I not tell you to refrain from visiting the barracks?”

Jerome, the captain of the Gloria Knight Order, wore a troubled expression at the sudden visitor.

“I said it was dangerous here because it’s full of men.”

His voice, unusually soft and gentle, was filled with worry.

“Bridget, please listen to your father.”

“Are you telling me not to set foot here just because there are many men?”

A sharp voice shot toward the duke like a dart.

“I cannot accept orders that make no sense.”

“Who said it was an order? This is just a request.”

“A request with compulsory force is called an order.”

The name of the small girl who rebutted Jerome’s words point by point was ‘Bridget Crowner’.

She was Jerome’s only child and the sole reason Jerome had to become Count Crowner.

“Why do you have nothing to say?”

At Bridget’s words, Jerome laughed helplessly.

“Yes, Bri. You’re absolutely right.”

“You’re stating the obvious.”

Jerome grinned foolishly as he watched Bridget turn her head away with a sulky expression.

“Oh my, who does she take after to be so clever? Thanks to that, this father is very tired.”

“Are you displeased that your only daughter is clever?”

“Well, what I mean is, Bri. By the way, when are you planning to fix that strange way of speaking?”

Bridget’s eyes widened at the criticism of her speech.

“I asked if you were displeased!”

“How could that be! You are always this father’s joy.”

He had never believed the saying about a child so precious you wouldn’t feel pain even if you put them in your eye.

Jerome looked lovingly at his daughter, who sat with a prim expression, stamping her feet that didn’t even reach the floor.

“Right, we were supposed to practice archery together today, weren’t we? This worked out well. There’s still some time left before the meeting…”

That’s when it happened.

The study door opened without warning and a knight came running in breathlessly.

“Captain! This is terrible! A monster has appeared at the South Gate.”

Veins bulged on Jerome’s forehead.

It seemed the intimate archery lesson between father and daughter would have to be postponed.

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