I am the Nanny of the Villain

Chapter 1

The child’s room door was firmly shut.

“……”

Beyond the thick door, there was an awful silence.  As if no one was in the room.

“Young Master Claude, Young Master Claude? Please open the door. Please?”

The servants of the Duke of Ambrosia house knocked and called out their master’s name eagerly. However, the child stubbornly locked the door and showed no response.

“Young Master Claude!”

The servants who were stamping their feet called the child’s name in a slightly firmer voice. Then a voice with a faint weeping sound came from inside the door.

“I don’t want to……”

“Oh my God, Young Master Claude!”

When the child reacted for the first time, the servants finally felt relieved and patted their hearts. But for a moment, the sad cry of a child who had been holding it back came out.

“No, I don’t like it! I don’t want to! Wahhhh!”

The servants read the tough stubbornness contained in the voice of their Young Master. Perhaps that heavy door will not open today.

“You’re not my mother, heuk…… Because I killed my mother……”

“What are you talking about, Young Master Claude? That’s not true.”

“I don’t need anyone other than my mom! I don’t need a nanny!”

“Young Master Claude!”

“Wahh! I don’t want to, I don’t need you!”

The quiet room was now filled with the crying of a sad child. The stubborn rejection forced the servants to despair, swallowing only dry saliva. As Claude had never cried like a child like this before, it became even more difficult for the servants to know how to deal with this unfamiliar situation.

In the end, their gazes all at once fell on one of the maids.

‘Why are you talking nonsense to Young Matter Claude?!’

The maid, who received the gaze of resentment all over her body, rather smiled and turned her head away.

“Hmph!”

Her name is May Chenblun. She was the seventh daughter of Baron Chenblun, one of the vassal families of the Duke of Ambrosia. Maybe it’s because she was different from other servants, May had her nose in the air.

May was always next to the Young Lord of Ambrosia, sticking to him like glue. So it was obvious what she was whispering to the Young Lord this time. She must have provoked the poor little one by saying, ‘Someone is coming to replace Claude’s mother!’

The servants shook their heads in regret and thought. If only the butler and the head maid were here right now, May wouldn’t be able to be so arrogant! He had gone out to see the Duke of Ambrosia, who had just left the mansion to attend the Imperial Palace meeting, but had not returned yet.