Less than five minutes after the brawl started, all the thugs were down.

Each clutching the spot they’d been hit, they writhed on the ground.

Canela, who had been watching with wide eyes, turned pale.

“W-what, what, what are you...!”

“Go away. We don’t hit women.”

The skinny woman, who had been hidden behind the thugs, finally revealed herself as they all fell.

She trembled violently, covering her mouth with both hands.

“Wh-what is this...!”

The skinny woman and Canela stammered in shock.

Trembling with fear, they backed away and soon fled the alley.

Seeing them run off, the man with the hat snapped his hands clean.

He took off his hat and shook his head... revealing long navy-blue hair down to his waist.

A beautifully curved jawline.

Long eyelashes.

Han Ji-hyuk and I stared blankly at the man.

Regaining his senses, Han Ji-hyuk shouted,

“A woman?!”

The woman looked at the wide-eyed Han Ji-hyuk with an indifferent voice.

“What?”

Han Ji-hyuk met her gaze, then looked down and stammered,

“You’re good at fighting... no, very good...”

“There are women who fight well too.”

Saying that, she approached me.

She bent her knees and met my eyes.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

“...No.”

“That’s a relief.”

She smiled gently.

A smile that felt familiar.

Like someone I’d seen somewhere... or rather, read about...

A woman with deep, beautiful navy-blue hair like the night sky.

No child or woman could dislike her.

She was a strong person, kinder to the weak than anyone else.

Her name was—

The moment the name from the book flashed in my mind, I asked her almost entranced.

“Sister, what’s your name?”

“My name?”

“Yes.”

“Jeanne. Jeanne Massif.”

—It was Jeanne Massif.

I froze in surprise.

I’d found her, my person.

The one I wanted to make my nanny in this life!

Jeanne Massif!

I covered my mouth with my small hands.

‘What on earth?’

How did I just happen to run into Jeanne?

I really was unlucky.

A noble born with commoner blood.

In my first life, Dad died on the battlefield.

I was the kind of person who hit a rock when falling backward, and fell into dirt when falling forward.

Had such damn rotten luck!

But why this kind of fortune...?

Thinking hard, I suddenly realized.

This...!

‘Is the protagonist buff!’

Right.

The novel’s main character goes out drinking and picks up a handsome guy!

My heart started pounding wildly.

Wasn’t Dalya from Bing.Heuk.Son like that too?

Went on a walk and discovered amazing herbs called green lavender and lilyturf.

And now I’m enjoying that too?

Protagonist is the best! The best!

I cheered inside.

‘Yes!’

Jeanne checked if I was unharmed and not injured, then straightened her bent knees and stood up.

She picked up an envelope from the floor.

She must have put it down briefly to save us.

I ran over to her quickly.

“Sister, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Since I’m grateful, can I repay you? Let’s go to the pastry shop together!”

“Sorry. I have to go find a job today.”

I drooped my eyebrows in disappointment.

So that’s a resume she’s holding?

But on closer look, the envelope was dirty and worn.

It didn’t look newly written.

‘Ah, she must have been rejected.’

Well, Jeanne was a former prisoner.

There was no way she could find a job in the capital.

Jeanne pushed her hat down again.

“Then.” She turned and left the alley.

I poked Han Ji-hyuk’s side sharply with my finger.

“Why?”

He looked at me as if to ask what was wrong.

I flapped my hands toward Jeanne, and he said “Ah.”

As a con artist, he was quick to notice such things.

“Hey.”

Han Ji-hyuk called out to Jeanne.

When she turned sharply, he said,

“If you’re looking for a job, I know a place I can recommend. A place I know well.”

“Oh, I...”

“This is a thank-you for helping us. I’ll put in a recommendation. Let’s go have a look.”

Jeanne seemed to hesitate for ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) a moment.

“...”

Jeanne was originally the daughter of a minor baron family.

A barony without land.

Both parents died, and she had a sick older sister, so she had to work.

So she became a royal palace guard.

But...

‘Her subordinate was sexually harassed, so she beat up her superior like a dog.’

That superior was the precious child of a count family, so Jeanne served three years in prison.

The reason was...

‘The superior lost reproductive ability.’

After serving time, Jeanne used all her savings to care for her sister’s illness and urgently needed a job.

But she couldn’t leave the capital because the doctor who could cure her sister was here.

Jeanne kept worrying.

Then, sighing as if out of options, she said,

“Then... it’s shameless, but...”

“Yes. I’ll write down the address. Please come here in three days.”

Han Ji-hyuk took a pen from his pocket and wrote the address on the envelope.

Three days later.

In front of the mansion.

Jeanne looked up at the mansion with a flustered expression.

‘A great noble family.’

The address was in District 1, so it was hard to believe.

But I’d never heard of a noble living nearby.

So I wondered if the building was used as a salon or club...

Approaching the front gate, the huge doors slowly opened, and a man in a tuxedo walked out.

Though elderly, his posture was graceful.

“Are you Jeanne Massif?”

“Ah... yes, I am.”

“Follow me. The interview room is this way.”

Jeanne followed the old man inside.

The mansion was even bigger than it looked from outside.

‘There aren’t many mansions this size even in District 1.’

While thinking that, a rumor I’d overheard came to mind.

“Sir Massif, have you heard?”

“Not ‘sir’ anymore.”

“Well, anyway, the second son of Astra has recently entered District 1. You know, the girl who owns the dragon’s beast’s father.”

Apparently, this was the Astra Count family.

The place we followed the man to looked like an annex.

We cautiously entered and saw several women seated.

All well-prepared.

Hair neatly pinned up, wearing simple but high-quality dresses.

Compared to me in pants, shirt, and worn jacket, it was a whole other level.

The women were chatting.

One who had been laughing suddenly locked eyes with Canela.

“You—!”

‘The woman who bullied me yesterday?’

Canela and Jeanne frowned at each other.

Other women, noticing Canela’s frown, asked curiously,

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh... nothing. Just her appearance.”

In an instant, the women’s gaze turned to Jeanne.

Canela stood up and walked over slowly.

“Could it be you came for an interview?”

“...Yes.”

Canela suddenly chuckled dryly.

“That’s ridiculous. What the—”

“...”

“I’ll give you some advice. This isn’t a place where you can come dressed like that. How can you come for an interview without even basic qualifications?”

Other women listening gasped and covered their mouths.

“Oh my, for Canela to say that...”

“Yes, she’s so considerate she can’t say mean things.”

Feeling all the eyes on her, Canela smiled sheepishly.

“I was just worried that such an appearance might lower Astra’s dignity. Am I being too meddlesome?”

“Not at all. It’s admirable.”

The women relaxed and chatted happily.

Canela gave Jeanne a sharp look and snorted.

Jeanne glanced down at her clothes.

It wasn’t that she minded the comment, but she did feel she hadn’t been properly prepared.

‘They told me to come as comfortably as possible, so I wore this. I should have asked more carefully.’

Jeanne remembered her conversation with the pink-haired woman.

“You said I needed time to prepare? No, just come comfortably. That outfit’s fine. I’ll explain the rest when you come. Okay?”

Then—

“It’s late evening! Without that guy, those three brothers will go crazy...!”

—she ran off hastily holding a child under her arm.

I don’t know what kind of crazy dance that is, but it must be very important.

So I didn’t stop her...

‘The owner of this house would probably be displeased.’

Canela raised her eyebrows.

“But who recommended you for the nanny job?”

“What?”

Hearing Canela’s question, Jeanne frowned.

“Nanny?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

Jeanne looked very embarrassed, her eyes wide.

A nanny?

She never imagined that in her life.

A sword wielder becoming a nanny!

Her hands were rough with calluses from wielding a sword and training.

How could she—

Canela crossed her arms, tilted her head, and said,

“Are you sure someone really recommended you? If you forged it...”

“Oh my!”

“Oh dear?”

Other women hearing Canela were shocked.

Canela was sure.

‘Someone like her, who looks like she fights in the streets, wouldn’t have a recommendation.’

Feeling the women’s approving gazes, Canela smirked and said,

“Did you really get a letter of recommendation? From whom?”