Chapter 5: Intense Initiation (3)
âWho told you to butt in?â
This brat⊠To yell like that without appreciating the favor of being saved. But how could a nanny possibly get angry at a prince? I reluctantly bowed my head to him.
âIâm sorry.â
âDonât lie. Youâre not sorry at all.â
It was such a sharp observation that it startled me.
âHeâs sharper than he looks.â
The Third Prince, Edwin, was full of surprises. He charged at someone much bigger without fear, and he spoke whatever was on his mind without a second thought.
âI thought they called him the âShabby Princeâ because he was timid⊠but thisâŠâ
I stared at the boy looking directly into my eyes, meeting his sharp gaze.
âHe may look like an angel, but only on the outside.â
Then, Edwin asked me with a displeased expression. âThe evil hag said you werenât coming today because you were sick. Was that a lie?â
The evil hag?
The princess had used that term earlier as well. It seemed like the siblings held a grudge against the head maid.
âI just had a light headache, and itâs better now. Thank you for your concern, Your Highness.â
I bowed politely, but something felt off. Edwin was staring at me with an annoyed look.
âYour Highness, is there something wrong?â
Edwin tilted his head in response. âSomehow, you seem different than usual.â
âDo I? In what way?â
âYouâre uglier than usual.â
ââŠâŠ?â
For a moment, I almost lost my words at his sudden insult.
ââŠYour Highness, have I done something to offend you?â
âStop pretending weâre close. Itâs annoying.â
I tried to keep my composure, but his response was still sharp.
âEven if you came on Emmaâs recommendation, I donât trust you.â
Emmaâs recommendation?
I narrowed my eyes as I recalled what the head maid had said.
âThe head maid said I came here on Madam Conradâs recommendation.â
So was Emmaâs full name Emma Conrad?
âEmma Conrad?â
The name sounded oddly familiar, and I frowned without realizing it.
âNo way⊠it must be someone else with the same name. The family name is different, after all.â
While I was lost in thought, the prince added in a sharp voice, âYouâre on the evil hagâs side anyway. I know it all.â
His reaction was unexpected and quite perplexing.
âAt his age, youâd expect him to trust and follow his nanny.â
Seeing how wary he was, it seemed the original âRachel Brownâ wasnât a very good nanny.
âThe head maid didnât seem to like me either.â
What on earth had this nanny been doing to make so many enemies in just two weeks since arriving at the palace?
I deliberately put on a troubled expression and bowed my head. After all, if I was to stay here for the time being, I had to fulfill my role.
âYour Highness, I am only here to serve as your nanny.â
âHa!â
Edwin crossed his arms and snorted.
âThatâs a lie. I bet the evil hag told you I was here.â
ââŠâŠâ
âSheâs trying to drag me back, isnât she? Gonna put me on house arrest again?â
Did the head maid have the authority to put a prince under house arrest?
I set the question aside and silently bowed my head to him. When faced with difficult questions, silence was often the best answer.
The prince kept glancing at me before suddenly asking a question. âAnyway, how did you know earlier?â
âWhat do you mean?â
When I asked, the prince shouted as if frustrated. âHow did you know those guys were cheating?!â
âI just saw it.â
I recalled Galeâs clumsy sleight of hand.
The trick with the orange-haired boy had started from the second round. If theyâd cheated from the beginning, their opponent might not have acknowledged the game.
âThey must have thought Iâd fall for it too.â
They hadnât realized that I had let myself be fooled in the second round.
âHmph, as if. Who do they think theyâre fooling with such a sloppy trick?â
I clicked my tongue, recalling all the âcon artistsâ Iâd seen in the backstreets. Compared to their nimble fingers, Galeâs skills were like a pond skater splashing around.
But Edwin seemed unwilling to accept my explanation, pouting his lips.
âYouâre lying. I didnât see it.â
âIt was probably Your Highnessâs first time seeing something like that. Itâs not strange.â
Hearing my words, he raised an eyebrow. âSo, youâve seen it a lot, then?â
âWell, yes, I suppose.â
âHow? Do nobles often see that kind of thing?â
I looked into the princeâs innocent eyes. They were still fierce and filled with wariness, but I could see the unhidden innocence behind them. Eyes like those were something I could never have.
Suddenly, I thought of the place where Iâd spent my life.
âThis kid wouldnât survive half a day there.â
To survive in that place, you had to be a cunning swindler, and I was no different.
âIâve just seen it a few times on the streets.â
I smiled gently at him, as if it were nothing.
âHis movements were slower than those Iâve seen before.â
âSo, they werenât that impressive, then?â
Edwin looked frustrated.
âIt was inevitable that Your Highness got trickedâŠâ
âI wasnât tricked! Donât act all high and mighty when youâre uglier than me.â
This brat⊠maybe a good smack would set him straight. Should I just hit him lightly?
I clenched my fist, struggling to control myself.
âIf it gets out that the nanny hit the prince, Iâd be kicked out immediately.â
Besides, Edwin wasnât entirely wrong. I stared at him for a moment before smiling brightly.
âYour Highness, do you know something?â
âWhat?â
âThinking someone looks ugly means your own heart is ugly.â
Edwin blinked at my words. His face twisted in an instant.
âAre you saying my heart is ugly?! Are you insulting me, a prince?!â
A child is still a child.
I smiled calmly at the fuming boy. âI am not insulting you, Your Highness. It is sincere advice, hoping you will have a kind heart.â
I added gently, watching Edwin fume, âI am your nanny, after all.â
He glared at me with blazing eyes and shouted, âDonât be ridiculous. I hate people like you the most! Do you understand?â
The prince huffed and pointed a finger at me.
âSo rude.â
I also canât stand arrogant brats.
I looked at him with an indifferent face, hiding a fake smile.
Edwin stared at me for a long time before snatching the bracelet from my hand. Then, without another word, he ran off towards the palace. I hadnât expected a thank you, but still, his reaction was a bit much.
I raised an eyebrow as I watched him flee. âWhatâs up with him?â
***
âMy lord?â
The man was so lost in thought that he forgot to respond to his subordinateâs call.
He was thinking about what he had just seen.
The man placed his hand near his solar plexus.
Slightly tousled ash-brown hair. The hem of her skirt fluttering in the breeze. And eyes like dark green topaz.
The âthingâ that easily leaped over a wall taller than herself had something special that caught his eye.
The fact that she had noticed his gaze, even though he had hidden himself in the shadows, was impressive.
âIâm curious.â
A slight smile tugged at the manâs lips. Meanwhile, his aide, Oliver Green, frowned at the remark.
âMy lord, did you hit your head or something?â
He was immediately hit on the top of his head for daring to question his lordâs sanity.
âOuch! That hurts!â
âA smack is the cure for an insolent subordinate.â
Oliver covered his head, looking aggrieved. âI was worried because you disappeared without a word, and then when you came back, you wouldnât say anything!â
âAm I the kind of person you should be worried about?â
âMy lord, youâd survive if you were dropped in the middle of a desert, but stillâŠâ
Oliver trailed off.
Seeing his lord so calm made his concern feel entirely pointless.
Dressed in pitch-black attire that seemed to shroud him like a cloak of darkness, the man exuded strength from head to toe. His golden eyes, glinting like those of a predator, were enough to make anyoneâs knees shake.
âHa, anyway, weâre deep in enemy territory.â
Oliver sighed, looking into those fierce eyes that he still hadnât gotten used to.
âPlease refrain from doing anything that would draw attention.â
His lord only smiled at the aideâs sincere advice. Oliverâs eyes narrowed as if sensing something ominous.
âMy lord, donât.â
Suddenly saying no, the man raised an eyebrow. âWhat?â
The aide frowned and added, âI donât know what it is, but whatever it is, donât.â
He looked at his lord with narrowed eyes. âEvery time you make that face, I feel like my life gets shorter.â
âYouâre worrying about pointless things.â
The man twisted his neck to either side as if tired and stared straight ahead with a lazy gaze.
âDonât worry, I know my priorities.â
âThat sounds like youâre saying youâll take care of things first and then do whatever you want.â
âI like my perceptive aide.â
Oliver sighed. âMy lord, are you still looking for that woman?â
He lowered his voice with a troubled expression.
âKyla Angel, I mean.â






