Childcare Diaries - Chapter 29

Taylor looked closely at the new guest. He was said to be the talent who took third place in the swordsmanship academy. Even before he heard that, he was vaguely noticing that he looked somewhat normal.

Although he is said to be Barry’s friend, he accepted the request to relinquish his sword due to the situation. Contrary to the energy Taylor felt, Siege seemed to have a meek personality.

However, Taylor remembered the reaction of the nanny. She seemed to sense something even though she wasn’t a trained knight like himself. She even took a step back with the young master, and such a reaction was the first time he had seen from the nanny. Maybe that’s why even though Taylor had taken turns switching with another knight, he was very worried about the situation in Barry’s room.

He was at a loss as to what to say to the Count, his master. He thought there would be only good things for the student he hadn’t seen in a long time, but he became more worried. In addition, he couldn’t get a sense of how to relieve the feeling of this person standing next to him.

He sighed secretly as he saw the swelling of the young master’s face. He wanted the nanny or Ellie to come to the room and see this figure.

Marie smiled and glanced at Ellie, Barry, and Siege. Brielle seemed to be upset, but she couldn’t help it.

How can she keep Brielle close to the one who would kill the Count, who will then become a completely different person out of sorrow? Of course, even if it hadn’t happened yet, Marie, in a grievous heart, tried to keep Siege as far away as possible from Brielle.

“Is this the room where you used to live?”

“No, before entering the academy, us three shared a room. It was about twice the size of this room, so it was all right to use it together.”

Barry, who was just like a child to Marie when he just entered the mansion, had grown up to the point where he had to use the room separately. Marie was moved by that.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

It was a drink that the Count had prepared in advance for the maid. Marie thought as she poured the juice into a cold glass bottle.

‘In the first place, we wouldn’t be able to exchange favors like this.’

It was the same between the two. Barry and Siege. The reason the two got together was because Brielle didn’t die and she continued to work as his nanny. Barry’s talent couldn’t have been figured out because he died at a young age without even having a chance to grab a sword.

The two children drank the juice that was poured for them, perhaps they were thirsty. Marie carefully observed Siege, taking advantage of the opportunity.

There was nothing different from the description in the novel. At first glance, she could feel how divine he was. The atmosphere around him felt so good, as though he was divine, regardless of any religious thing. So, he must have been the male protagonist.

Excellent swordsmanship. That’s probably the result of practicing and practicing until calluses peeled and stuck to that hand. If it weren’t for Kentrail and the bad luck, Marie would have liked him as a person.

If there was anything surprising, it was Ellie’s attitude. Contrary to the portrayal that the characters of the book favor Siege just by looking at him, Ellie shows an expression that she has yet to release her alertness towards him. She thought Ellie was jealous of him being so close to her brother, but it didn’t seem like that.

“Then, you must be tired from coming here, so you can take a rest. I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner.”

Marie took Ellie and came out of the room.

“Barry is here.”

Marie heads towards the parlor in search of Brielle, where she sees Kentrail just entering.

“You are back.”

Nodding his head, he took off his coat and handed it over to the butler, and continued talking. “He’s staying there a little longer, and he won’t come down.”

“I thought he might be tired.”

Marie was confused once again when she saw his face. She didn’t want to imagine him getting a sword stuck in his chest…

“You don’t look so good.”

Kentrail suddenly approached her, sensing she was being a little off. She felt the time had come when she had to carry out the decision she had made. Seeing Siege like this made her more resolute. It can’t be helped even if she is going to be driven out like a crazy woman.

No, as a matter of fact, she was actually counting on Kentrail. The expectation that maybe he would just believe her words, she made the decision to lean on that single strand of expectation and reveal everything to him.

Still, there had to be something called timing, and she didn’t think it was suitable to say anything here right now.

“You seem very strange.”

He reached out his hand and placed it on her forehead. Although he felt a lukewarm fever, it had less heat to call it a cold.

Marie was saddened at his affection; this tenderness made her decide to confess, but the thought that this could disappear in an instant, her courage disappeared.

“Count.”

If it weren’t for Taylor’s voice coming from the side, the two would have been doing that for a long time.

The Count, who listened to Taylor’s words, said nothing much.

“Count, look at this.”

He didn’t answer his call, but stood by the window and peered out.

‘It’s Siege Kayler.’

The kingdom has never been in a period of monarchy for so long. That is why there were still nobles living in small units, and due to so many nobles’ surnames, there were many places that were not known unless they were large families. A name called Keyler must be such a family.

However, there must be a good reason for Taylor, a competent knight, to feel uncomfortable. He didn’t want to make any background checks as he was Barry’s first friend, but it was also inevitable. In the end, the Count agreed.

He felt sorry for Marie and Barry, who are struggling with Brielle in the garden right now.

“Humph!”

Brielle roamed here and there, avoiding Marie, pouting at her. How does she play without him? It felt like he had been robbed of the chance by everyone to see a man he had never seen before?

He headed to the treehouse to escape Taylor, who was following him. As he laid there alone, a cool breeze came. It would have been nice to have the wind stroking his hair at normal times, but now, it was just making him annoyed.

“Hmph!”

He once again squirted his nostrils, but there was no Ellie or the nanny to soothe him as usual. Brielle felt sad about it once again. He felt sad and depressed for no reason, even though he thought that it was a natural thing to have a guest.

Suddenly, it seemed like his tears were welling. Brielle lifted his sleeves and wiped them off his eyes. The end of his sleeve was embroidered with his own name by Marie. He swiped it with his other hand.

Fortunately, the feeling of grumpiness subsided. He thought it would be nice when Barry came, but it didn’t seem to be the case.

This time, the thoughts shifted to Barry. He was much bigger than he had seen Barry the last time, so now he had to turn his head up to an angle to see him.

‘Will I be that big, too? When I grow up?’

Brielle felt anxious at Ellie and Barry, who were growing up over him. He knew that there was something else his uncle was clearly hiding from him. Everyone seemed to be whispering, leaving only himself in the dark.

“Young master!”

When such depressing thoughts continued, the voice of the nanny finally came. Brielle was troubled. Whether she was yelling at him for being here, though he wanted to let her know just a little that he was upset.

And so, his choice was to get his little feet out of the treehouse instead of an answer. Marie found his feet as soon as she entered the garden. Again, Brielle was in the treehouse as expected. It was useless if she said it was dangerous if he was doing that by himself.

With a sigh, Marie approached him.

“Young master. There you are.”

Instead of responding to her words, he seemed to be upset, seeing him stomping those little feet.

‘Even though it’s a big deal, he still looks so cute, but if I laugh now, he’ll definitely get more upset.’

As Marie held back her laughter, she couldn’t say anything and saw the feet flinch.

And while he was lying face down, he lifted his head and peered at her. Marie quickly glanced up again to see, but since he didn’t expect eye contact with her, Brielle buried his head in his arm.

“Are you angry, young master?’’

Once again, he couldn’t answer her questions, so Marie looked up at the branches. She was judging whether she could go up.

‘It looks solid, but it’s that high, so even if you slip, you won’t be hurt by the grass…’

Thinking so, she began to climb the tree.

“Huff.”

It was Brielle who was puzzled by the sound of her puffing. He was going crazy, wondering what she was doing. Inside, the conflict began again. ‘Should I look? No, then she’ll know we reconciled. But I’m curious… what is Marie doing?’

“Young master.”

As Brielle is immersed in his thoughts, he was startled at her voice heard right behind him.

“Marie!”

As he turned his head, he saw the nanny through the entrance of the treehouse. He forgot how upset he was. He sat still with his eyes widened.

“What happened?”

“I climbed on some branches.”

Only then, he saw Marie sitting on the branch. She had never come up with him, but Brielle felt a little relieved that she came to find him like this.

“Hmph!”

Nonetheless, he was still angry. Brielle snorted at her.

“Oh, why was our young master so angry?”

Unlike before, now, there was someone who would soothe him. That fact made Brielle happy. His nanny came back to his side again.

“…Without me!”

He skipped his words after that, still, Marie knew what he was saying.

“Because he’s a stranger, our young master can say hello to him slowly.”

Brielle’s spirit was softened by Marie’s kind and gentle words.

“I don’t know! But you did too much without me.”

Marie burst into laughter as he crossed his arms and turned his head aside. And at that moment, her balance was staggering, and her body fell down all of a sudden.

“Marie!”

A startled Brielle’s scream echoed in the garden.

“Anyway, as I said repeatedly, take care of yourself.”

And when Marie closed her eyes tightly, something supported her. It was Kentrail. Seeing sweat bubbles on his forehead, he seemed to have come running.

“Count.”

“Right, you need to stop getting into trouble.” He said so, but his face was full of worries rather than anger.

“Marie, are you okay?”

“Brielle, come down carefully.”

“Yes, uncle.”

After confirming that he was supporting the nanny, Brielle was seen pulling his butt back to come down, answering with relief.

“Please… please put me down.”

He, who was said to be the Chancellor, but with a body and physique as solid as knights in the setting of the novel, had won her over. Marie felt that fact more and more.

“Hoo…”

He sighed and let her down carefully.

“Did you get injured anywhere?”

“No.”

As she bowed her head with shame, she saw the young master who had come down safely.

“Are you all right, Marie?”

“Yes…”

Kentrail, who was gazing at her, said to Brielle. “You have to be careful if you don’t want to slip like the nanny, Brielle.”

“Okay. I go around carefully, so it’s okay. Nanny needs to be careful.”

The situation has been reversed. She was the one who always told the young master to be careful, but now, there was nothing to say even with her mouth open.

“Where were you, uncle, and why did you appear so wistful?”

“I was in the office. Then, unexpectedly, I saw the nanny climb up the tree. It made me anxious.”

As Kentrail peered out of the garden while listening to Taylor’s story, he suddenly saw the nanny climbing up a tree.

Marie picked a sturdy tree, so he didn’t think that the weight of the nanny would break the tree. Still, she’s not the one who is known for her motor skills. When she came down, Kentrail only thought she would be in danger as he looked around, and her steps were wavering terribly. If she was already like that while just sitting on the tree, she’d definitely fall.

At that time, he wouldn’t be able to keep his head straight if she had known how much his heart seemed to be sinking down.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

However, it seemed that Marie was reflecting on that, so he decided to stop further nagging. Besides, it wasn’t a good thing to continue doing so in front of Brielle.

“Let’s go, Brielle.”

“Yes, uncle.”

Brielle was so surprised that he had quickly forgotten that he was upset with Marie.

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