The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8. The Prince and the Nanny (2)

Where on earth did the idea come from that princes aren’t dirty?

Did those words come from an asshole instead of a mouth? Is that why it makes no sense?

‘I suddenly want to quit everything.’

To think I’d want to quit being a nanny on just my second day.

‘As expected, jobs dealing with kids just don’t suit me.’

I opened my mouth with an expressionless face.

“No, Your Highness is dirty.”

At my single statement, Edwin’s eyes clouded with shock.

“Wh-what?”

“You smell too. Did you wash after visiting the stable yesterday?”

“I-I washed!”

That brat has no talent for lying.

I asked while watching his wavering gaze.

“Really? Your Highness’s crown smells like horse dung.”

“What? Horse dung?”

“Yes, horse dung. It’s quite awful.”

Edwin grabbed his hair and opened his mouth at my words.

Being told his crown smells like shit must have been quite shocking.

But despite being shocked, he didn’t seem to have any intention of washing again.

‘Then I have no choice but to do it myself.’

I reluctantly dipped my hand in the water, planning to wash his face myself.

But the washing water was ice cold.

Though the days had gotten warmer, the morning air was still chilly, so why such cold water?

‘Did the prince order this?’

Deliberately washing with ice water in winter was a method assassins used to sharpen their senses.

‘I don’t understand.’

But Edwin seemed strange somehow.

He was avoiding my gaze while watching someone else’s reaction.

‘Hmm?’

I quickly turned my head toward the maid who had brought the washing water.

When our eyes met, she smiled calmly and held up a towel.

“Shall I bring you a towel?”

What kind of bullshit situation is this now?

‘Does she really not know? Or is she pretending not to know?’

At times like this, I should say something as the nanny.

I commanded the maid in a calm tone.

“His Highness’s washing water is too cold. Bring warm water.”

“What? That can’t be. I brought warm water.”

“I just put my finger in it and it was cold.”

“Then it must have cooled down in the meantime.”

The maid made an indifferent expression as if annoyed.

“And His Highness already said he finished washing himself, so do I need to bring new water again?”

I frowned at the maid’s response.

For a mere maid to argue when the prince’s nanny makes a request.

‘The hierarchy here is completely fucked up.’

Meanwhile, the maid was still looking at me with a smile.

“Nanny?”

Only then could I read the intention in her eyes.

‘So what? What are you going to do about it? You’re not interested in the prince either, are you?’

The maid seemed firmly convinced that I was the same type as her.

‘How pathetic.’

I smiled back at her who was still grinning.

Splash—

And without hesitation, I poured the prince’s washing water on her.

“Kyaaaah!”

The maid who suddenly received a cold water baptism screamed.

Emilia, awakened by the shrill scream, sat up rubbing her sleepy eyes.

“Mmm, what? Playing with water? Lia wants to play with water too.”

No one could smile even at the young princess’s cute words.

The maid just clutched her arms, shivering as she looked at me.

“Wh-what is this…?”

“How is it?”

I asked her back with a smile on my face.

“Do you think it’s possible for the warm water you brought just moments ago to cool down this much in such a short time?”

The maid looked at me with frightened eyes at my words.

“Don’t make me say things twice from now on.”

I said firmly while tossing the basin to her.

“Bring new water. This time it better be actually warm water.”

“Y-yes!”

The maid had no room to refuse my suggestion.

She ran outside as if fleeing, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

I watched her retreating figure with disdainful eyes.

Then, I felt a burning gaze from below.

The owner of that gaze was the prince, Edwin.

He was looking up at me blankly with his mouth open.

“What’s wrong?”

At my question, Edwin silently watched my reaction.

From his response, he seemed slightly frightened by my actions.

It was unexpected.

He’d been yapping like a stray kitten so much that I thought he had no fear.

‘Actually, he yaps so much because he’s scared.’

I knelt down and brushed the water from the prince’s bangs.

“Your Highness, if something like this happens again, tell the housekeeper. These things won’t be resolved by staying quiet.”

The prince’s eyes widened at my words.

He stared at me intently, then lowered his eyes.

“…What’s the point of telling that witch hag? She always takes the maids’ side anyway.”

Edwin muttered in a tired voice that didn’t match his age.

“I’m sick of it.”

I looked at the top of his head with wide eyes.

What on earth had happened to this young brat to make him wear such a dark expression?

‘No matter how much of a bastard he is, he’s still the emperor’s son.’

Why was a prince born with the most noble blood wearing the same expression as those wandering the streets? I couldn’t understand it at all.

“It wasn’t like this when Emma was here.”

I paused briefly at the familiar name that slipped from the prince’s lips.

Emma, that former nanny who supposedly recommended me.

‘Of all things, she has the same name as that woman.’

I thought of a certain woman and asked indifferently.

“Then did she quit?”

“No.”

I raised my head at the somehow coldly sunken voice.

Before I knew it, Edwin’s face had come right up to mine.

His bright blue eyes seemed broken somewhere.

“Dead.”

It was too vivid a tone for words flowing from a child’s mouth.

But his expression looked far too nonchalant.

Just like someone who knows what death is.

“Because of me.”

At the words that followed, my mouth opened slightly without realizing it.

“I, I brought it!”

Just then, the maid came in carrying wash water.

Steam was rising appropriately from the basin she was holding.

At least she understood what I said, which was fortunate.

I held out the newly brought warm water to him.

“Do it properly this time.”

Edwin, who had been making a serious face until just now, scowled upon seeing the wash water.

Then he obediently put his hands into the wash water.

I thought he was surprisingly following along without complaint, but that wasn’t the case.

Splash splash.

He still insisted on his cat-like washing.

…It seemed like regardless of water temperature, he just didn’t want to wash his face.

Finally unable to bear it, I put Emilia on the bed and rolled up my sleeves.

“What, what!”

“Excuse me for a moment, Your Highness.”

I politely asked for understanding, then grabbed the back of his neck.

“Let go! What is this, blub blub blub!”

“Like this, scrub scrub! You need to scrub like this.”

“Mmph mmph!”

I rubbed his face with my palm without giving him a chance to speak.

“While we’re at it, I’ll wash your hair too.”

“Bwaaah!”

Thanks to that, Edwin, who even had his hair washed, became completely clean.

But he had a shocked expression like someone who had been swindled.

“Nate! Ria too! Ria wants to play in water too! Please do it!”

I picked up Ria who was clinging to me and handed Edwin a towel.

“Dry yourself.”

The face of the boy who received the towel was colored with shame and humiliation.

Edwin glared at me while gritting his teeth.

Sure enough, from then on Edwin began disobeying as if seeking revenge.

“Let’s wear these clothes.”

“No! I don’t like these!”

“Then what do you want to wear?”

“I’m wearing what I wore yesterday!”

Edwin stubbornly insisted on wearing the clothes he had rolled around in at the stable yesterday when I recommended new clothes.

“…Just wear these.”

“No! I said I don’t like them!”

“Then I’ll have them bring other clothes…”

“I’m wearing what I wore yesterday!”

Who does he take after to be so stubborn?

Edwin shook his head while clutching the dirty clothes.

‘There’s no choice.’

I brought my lips to the still-throwing-a-tantrum prince’s ear.

“If you don’t change into new clothes, I’ll run to the housekeeper and tell her everything that happened yesterday.”

“What, what did you say?”

“If that’s what you want, I’ll do that.”

At my words, Edwin shouted as if wronged.

“You said you weren’t on that demon hag’s side! You liar!”

“I never lied. I simply cannot allow Your Highness to walk around in such a dirty state as your caretaker.”

“Eeeeek!”

Edwin was about to throw his clothes in anger when the princess stepped forward.

“Brother, those clothes are prettier!”

At his sister’s single comment, Edwin finally gave in and hastily changed into the new clothes.

He wouldn’t listen when I spoke, but changed clothes at one word from his sister.

Edwin seemed to cherish his sister much more than I thought.

“Nate.”

Just then, Emilia, who had been quietly nestled in my arms, whispered in my ear.

“Ria did good, so give me snacks!”

Well, whether it’s fortunate or unfortunate for him that the sister he adores is more cunning than expected, I don’t know.

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I took the siblings who had finished getting ready down to the dining room.

Meals were already prepared on the dining table.

‘What a feast.’

White bread, some unknown fish dish, roasted chicken, colorful fruits.

It was a luxurious menu that commoners would have difficulty even seeing in their lifetime.

But the prince picked at his food halfheartedly and soon put down his fork.

“I’m done eating.”

Looking closely, his plate was piled high with only vegetables.

“Food is precious. Eat plenty when you can.”

Edwin made a displeased face after hearing the lecture.

“Vegetables taste bad.”

Eating food for taste. Isn’t it enough as long as it’s not rotten or poisoned?

The picky eater just looked fascinating to me.

Well, I didn’t care whether the prince starved to death or died from overeating.

But I had duties as a caretaker.

The job of taking ‘good’ care of the prince.

“Then Your Highness, would you like to make a bet with me?”

“A bet?”

Edwin frowned at the sudden proposal.

“Yes. How about a bet where the loser eats all the remaining vegetables?”

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