Nanny Of The Villain

Sarah’s light brown hair, which had been neatly tied up, fluttered gently in the wind. Her blue eyes gleamed beautifully, framed by the breeze coming in through the open window. The servants of Ambrosia gazed at the scene as if mesmerized.

“…!”

“…!”

In the Empire—no, across the entire continent—wizards were extremely rare. 

Wizards were known to dislike appearing in public, choosing instead to hide away in their towers. 

They avoided interaction with others, and as a result, their personalities were said to be eccentric, difficult, and even borderline insane. 

However, due to their immense power, stories spread that endless treasures could be found in lands where wizards resided. 

Even those who coveted such power could not find them—no one knew where their towers were located, not even the greatest emperor on any continent.

The wizards they knew were such beings—great figures who could receive treatment equivalent to royalty in any country they visited.

“In the Duke of Ambrosia’s household… a wizard?”

Ignoring the murmurs of the stunned servants, Sarah approached Claude.

Slowly, with a focused and unwavering gaze, she studied the child’s face.

The dazzling platinum blonde hair, characteristic of the Duke of Ambrosia, clung to his tear-streaked cheeks. His wide, surprised green eyes resembled those of the beloved Dielin.

Sarah’s heart ached as she recognized traces of her childhood friend in the young boy before her.

‘So pretty… … .’

It was hard to believe that this pitiful child, as innocent as a helpless puppy, would one day become the “Blackened” who would bring destruction to the Empire.

Six-year-old Claude Ambrosia was an angel—so adorable he seemed too precious to exist. He was beyond anything she had imagined.

“Fufu.”

A gentle smile formed on Sarah’s lips.

The moment she met Claude’s clear, beautiful green eyes, she was enchanted. 

Slowly reaching out, she finally spoke the greeting she had prepared for a very long time.

“Hello, Lord Claude Ambrosia. My name is Sarah Millen, and I will be your nanny and tutor starting today.”

Looking at the child who resembled her dear friend Dielin, the guilt that had always plagued her heart surfaced once more.

Sarah’s thoughts drifted back to the night she made the decision to become Claude’s nanny.

It was a stormy night, with thunder rumbling and fierce wind and rain lashing against the windows.

“No, no! I have to go back. I have to go back, please, please!”

Sarah groaned, clutching at her hair and pounding her chest in frustration.

“I need to revise the novel, but I don’t have time…”

Despair dripped from her voice, echoing in the empty room. She held a secret that no one else could ever know. A secret far greater than simply being a wizard—one that could never be understood by others.

“Why can’t I return to Park Hye-yeon’s body?!”

Sarah Millen, the young daughter of a long-standing noble family in the Empire, was also Park Hye-yeon, an ordinary citizen of the Republic of Korea.

That was her secret.

She was a person living two lives in one soul.

“There was never a time when I couldn’t return to Park Hye-yeon’s body…Something must be wrong.”

She had always been able to control the timing of her transitions between the two bodies. It made no sense that she couldn’t return—unless one body had died.

Despite everything, she could feel the connection between her two souls. When Park Hye-yeon was in a car accident, she felt her soul tremble, as if the connection would break. But it hadn’t. The link remained intact.

“I can go back. I just have to. I must return and fix the novel. I can’t let Dielin go mad like this…Ah!”

Overwhelmed by helplessness, Sarah collapsed in tears.

“What’s the point of all this power…”

From birth, she had known she possessed immense magical power. It was so overwhelming that, instinctively, her soul split into two and crossed dimensions. That was how Park Hye-yeon was born in Korea, and Sarah Millen in the Crombell Empire.

When Sarah Millen fell asleep, she awoke as Park Hye-yeon. And when she drifted off in Park Hye-yeon’s body, she would awaken again as Sarah Millen.

Though they had lived parallel lives for many years, only a single day passed in their respective worlds.

As Sarah Millen, she wielded powerful magic freely. Meanwhile, as Park Hye-yeon, she possessed the ability to foresee the future of the world where Sarah Millen lived.

It had always been a peaceful balance.

Knock knock.

A soft knock at the door pulled Sarah from her thoughts.

“Come in.”

“Miss, a guest has arrived.”

“Who would come without notice at this hour?”

“It’s the Duchess, Lady Dielin Ambrosia.”

Hearing the name caused Sarah’s heart to tighten painfully. The storm outside raged on, a mirror of the turmoil within her.

Dielin, her closest friend, must have braved the dreadful weather, urging her coachman forward in haste.

Sarah now faced the consequences of Park Hye-yeon’s actions.

“Please show her to the drawing room.”

“Shall I help you freshen up?”

“Yes.”

As the servants attended to her, Sarah wondered how everything had gone so terribly wrong.

With her immense power, she held the highest position of glory in the world. But she had never imagined that failing to understand the limits of her strength could lead to such tragedy.

Everything had started from that moment.

In the future she foresaw as Park Hye-yeon, this once-beautiful empire would fall into ruin.

Back then, Sarah had hidden her power, quietly living in seclusion while nurturing students. She had feared that actively intervening might disrupt the world’s balance.

‘In the end, after everything collapses, I’ll try to save my students and the world.’

Knowing she couldn’t take direct action, she had written a novel about the continent’s future as seen through Park Hye-yeon’s visions.

She had wanted to witness a story where people overcome despair without relying on the Archmage’s help.

And so, just like the typical romance fantasy novels of her time, she created a story of a man who bore the world’s despair and a woman who embraced its happiness—ultimately restoring peace.

The novel’s title was Flower of Darkness.

It was her story.

“Let’s go.”

Sarah rose and made her way to the drawing room.

It was time to face her first sin.

The door opened to reveal a woman nervously fidgeting with a fan. Sarah’s chest tightened.

“Duchess.”

Sarah knelt politely.

“Oh, Sarah. Please don’t call me that. You always asked me not to.”

Dielin, Duchess of Ambrosia and Sarah’s longtime friend, rushed to grasp her hands tightly.

Before Sarah could even sit down, Dielin pleaded anxiously.

“Sarah, you’re on my side, right? You said you’d do anything for me. Please help me, Sarah!”

“Duchess.”

“Don’t call me that!”

She glared at Sarah, narrowing her eyes.

“I mean, don’t call me that. Only you—only you—can call me that.”

“Yes, Dielin. Sorry. It’s my fault.”

When Sarah called out her name affectionately, the real Dielin took a deep breath. Seeing Dielin slowly regaining her composure, Sarah had an intuition that she was now standing at the edge of a cliff.

“I kept my promise to the Duke. I’m going to find Hugel, even if I have to give up on Hugel’s child!”

“Dielin!”

“You have no idea how terrible this is, but I have no choice but to do this. Ambrosia needs a successor, and I will give birth soon. Then, we will finally be able to leave.”

“Do you think you can make Hugel’s child Ethan Ambrosia’s heir? If the world finds out—”

“I am the Duchess of Ambrosia, and Hugel is the second son of the Duchess of Ambrosia! A child of Ambrosia’s blood was born to an orthodox wife. What’s the problem? Yes?”

Dielin’s eyes now gleamed with madness.

“You can do it. If the Duke never returns after leaving the child… everything will be settled.”