The Prince’s Nanny, Her Specialty Is Assassination - Chapter 82

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Chapter 82. LOVE & POISON (6)

“Caretaker, I think I’m going to die.”

“Why all of a sudden?”

“Because His Highness is too cute!”

Catherine, who had been hiding in the thicket watching Edwin’s every move, suddenly sat down and clutched her chest.

“Huk, our Prince is so cute that my heart is in danger!”

“People don’t die from seeing something cute.”

“Ah, I’m speaking figuratively!”

Catherine made a salty expression at my words and pointed to Edwin beyond the thicket.

The boy had just received a direct birthday invitation from Bridget and his smile was stretching from ear to ear.

‘I was worried about how to comfort him if he got rejected, but this worked out well.’

Come to think of it, this might be an opportunity.

‘Jerome definitely said he’s a daughter-fool.’

If Count Crowner’s daughter truly comes to like Edwin, I might be able to make Count Crowner an ally of Edwin’s.

I’ve never seen a father-in-law who would just abandon a man his daughter is crazy about.

‘Of course, I can’t rule out the possibility of becoming a traitor either.’

After all, isn’t that what son-in-law candidates are to daughter-doting fathers?

I pondered while Catherine rolled on the ground shouting ‘His Highness is so cute.’

‘Anyway, for now I have no choice but to make Count Crowner’s daughter cherish Edwin.’

About the specific methods of how to win over Count Crowner’s ducal daughter.

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On the way back after dropping off Emilia, who said she wanted to stay with Seiji, at his cabin.

I looked at Edwin who was sitting on the lawn, pulling at his hair and groaning.

Catherine was also crouched beside him, messing with her hair.

“What are you doing here?”

Are the two of them doing hair root strengthening training together?

“Rachel!”

Meanwhile, Edwin whined with drooping eyes as soon as he saw me.

“No matter how much I think about it, I don’t know what gift to give Bridget!”

“Hmm.”

With only three days left until Count Crowner’s ducal daughter’s birthday.

Edwin still hadn’t chosen a gift for the young lady.

“How about money? I’ve never seen anyone who dislikes money.”

“Kyaaaah! Caretaker, take back those words right now!”

Then Catherine rushed at me like lightning.

“Where in the world is there a boy who gives money to a girl he likes on her birthday! How unromantic!”

“Then Catherine, would you hate receiving money on your birthday?”

“No, that’s not it! But this is kids’ birthdays! It’s not like an adult giving pocket money to a child!”

Hmm, is that so?

Strange. Even when I was young, I was happiest when I received money.

“And the other party is a ducal daughter. She already has more than enough money, so why give her that? It would just seem insincere.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes! And originally, gifts include the time spent thinking about the other person! In that sense, money is the worst.”

It was quite plausible logic, but I couldn’t completely agree with it.

The only truth about the world I learned during my assassin life was that money is the best.

“Your Highness, do you happen to know anything Count Crowner’s daughter might like?”

“Something she might like?”

Edwin frowned at Catherine’s words and fell into thought.

Then, as if remembering something, he continued with an uncertain voice.

“Flowers? Bridget said she doesn’t have a garden at home.”

“Does the young lady like flowers?”

“It seemed like it.”

“Flower gifts aren’t bad either.”

But it felt somewhat inadequate as a birthday gift for a ducal daughter.

Unless we were gifting an entire garden.

Above all, it was a gift I couldn’t understand at all.

“Flowers, really. What do you use flowers for? You can’t eat them, they’re useless, and they’re just high maintenance.”

“Oh Caretaker. Do gifts have to be useful? Flowers are beautiful and fragrant. That itself is useful.”

“But later when they wither, don’t they smell and attract bugs?”

“Geez, you’re someone with no romance at all.”

Catherine glared at me with a displeased expression, then quickly changed the subject.

“Then it might be good to give a bouquet with another gift together.”

“That’s a good idea. So a bouquet stuffed with lots of gold coins…”

“Caretaker, just stay quiet.”

Now that woman won’t let me say anything.

I glared at Catherine with an unpleasant face, but instead of being scared, she widened her eyes and glared back at me.

When I nervously moved my lips, Catherine stuck her tongue out at me.

“Ah!”

While I was thinking about how to get revenge on Catherine.

Edwin jumped up from his seat.

“I have a good idea! I’m going to go prepare!”

“Is there anything I can help with?”

To my polite question, Edwin shook his head slightly.

“No! I can do it myself. No, I want to try doing it myself.”

“I see. Then please let me know when you need help.”

“Yeah, thanks! Then I’ll have some personal time until training!”

Edwin smiled brightly and ran to his room.

The boy seemed somehow excited.

“Mmm~ Love really is amazing~ To make our Prince change like that~!”

Catherine giggled while watching Edwin’s retreating figure.

“Oh my, first love, how adorable! Don’t you think so, Caretaker?”

“I wouldn’t call it adorable to watch someone walk into hell on their own.”

This time Catherine didn’t even respond to my words.

She just giggled with her chin propped up.

“My goodness, didn’t you see Prince Edwin’s eyes? In all my time working at the 3rd Prince’s Palace, this is the first time I’ve seen Prince Edwin’s eyes so bright and sparkling!”

“Is that so?”

Catherine brought her neatly clasped hands to one cheek and twisted her body.

“People in love really do seem full of vitality. Like life’s energy source. I’m getting excited just watching. Don’t you think so, Caretaker?”

“Energy source. Then when love ends, life ends too. Since all the vitality would have burned away.”

“Caretaker!”

Catherine finally let out a shriek.

“Why are you so cynical! You’ve never been in love, have you?”

“…No, I have been in love before.”

“Then why do you frown every time the word love comes up?”

Catherine looked at me as if she couldn’t understand at all, then suddenly widened her eyes as if realizing something.

She suddenly lowered her voice and asked carefully.

“Ah, by any chance, was the person you dated before a really terrible person?”

At that moment, Ian naturally came to mind.

Ian, who became such trash at the point of killing me that calling him terrible would be too generous.

But was he originally a terrible person? I’m not sure about that.

– Kayla, I was on my way and thought of you.

Ian always brought gifts when he returned from solo missions.

Some days a bouquet of flowers, some days jewelry, some days a dress.

They were things that didn’t suit me at all—someone born human who chose the profession of killing people—but I didn’t dislike them.

Every time I received such gifts, I would harbor hope that perhaps I too could live the life of an ordinary woman.

In the end, it was all nothing but a fleeting dream.

– Kayla, what are you doing alone?

You, who always spoke to me first when I was apart from the group.

– They’re all idiots. If they knew how gentle you are, they’d be shocked.

Even when the organization members called me a heartless bitch, you were the only one who said I was gentle.

– I love you, Kayla.

You, who confessed your love like a habit.

That same you plunged a poisoned blade into my back.

– Burn her, leave no ashes behind.

You poured oil over my body and set it on fire.

As if trying to completely erase the person called me from this world.

‘How ridiculous.’

Once, memories with Ian were the pillar that made me return alive from any dangerous mission, but now they’re just dark past I want to forget.

‘They say you’re full of life when you fall in love.’

I mulled over what Catherine had said.

‘Is that why it’s agonizing enough to die when love ends?’

I recalled the first month when I first opened my eyes in this body and suffered.

It was a time when I was soaked in sadness, anger, and betrayal that even breathing was difficult.

“Excuse me, Caretaker?”

Just then, I heard Catherine’s voice calling me.

“Are you alright?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…”

Catherine looked at me with eyes full of worry.

“Suddenly your face looked so sad, Caretaker.”

“…It’s just your imagination.”

I must have made an uncharacteristically sentimental expression from thinking about the past for no reason.

I quickly composed my expression.

“Please don’t be too heartbroken, Caretaker.”

Meanwhile, Catherine seemed to have guessed that the reason I looked sad was because of past romantic history.

She deliberately spoke in a cheerful voice and raised one fist.

“You’ll be able to meet true love someday too, Caretaker…”

“I don’t want to.”

“Pardon?”

But I firmly cut off her words.

“I will never fall in love again.”

If love is an emotion that can both save and kill a person, if it’s really like that, then I never wanted to do it again.

I didn’t want to entrust my life to mere emotions.

Never again.

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