This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 10
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“…….”
“…….”
After working hard to focus on her task of walking, Erylotte froze up the moment she met the Duke’s gaze.
Erylotte hesitated for a moment, then picked up the stuffed bunny.
“Thwe Sistews gave-vis to me.” (The sisters gave this to me.)
Viscount Debussy chuckled.
“Yes, it’s a very cute bunny.”
“Ywes!”
A maid approached from a distance, walking carefully, and as soon as she saw the Duke and Viscount, she hastily bowed.
Viscount addressed Erylotte.
“It seems they’ve come to fetch you. By the way, it’s time for dinner. You’ve worked hard until late.”
The maid curtsied and bent her waist toward Erylotte.
When she asked, “Shall we go?” Erylotte nodded.
“Bye bye, Gwanfavver.”
“…”
Viscount Debussy smiled and waved as Erylotte left with the maid.
She was truly an amusing child.
“Perhaps it’s because she grew up in the twelfth tower, not the central mansion.”
She was entirely different from the direct descendants.
There was no child in this castle who walked around with a rabbit doll.
Moreover, to show off the doll to Astra Duke, and even saying “Bye bye, Grandfather”?
Even noble elders were tense around Astra Duke, yet she treated him as if he were an ordinary grandfather.
Today was quite an entertaining spectacle.
Duke Astra isn’t just anyone. She would soon realize that.
Children were surprisingly quick to pick up on things.
However, contrary to Viscount Debussy’s thoughts, Erylotte remained consistent.
Whenever the Duke left his study, Erylotte would be sitting in front of the door.
She held a large book in her small hands.
Being smaller than her peers, the book was quite large for her.
“When yew wead books, you get smahtew.” (When you read books, you become smarter.)
“…”
The next day after that, she sat in front of the dining hall.
In her hands, there was a sketchbook as large as her body.
“I’m dwawing.” (I’m drawing.)
The next day, it was the bedroom.
A milk bottle was in Erylotte’s hands.
“Dwinking mik hewps you gwow biiig and stwooong.” (Drinking milk helps you grow big and strong.)
“…….”
Erylotte’s daily activities didn’t need to be reported.
She was already reporting well on her own.
That’s how it went for a week.
“I’m eating snackies. So I gotta chk-chk-chk bwush my teef.” (I’m eating snacks. So I gotta chk-chk-chk brush my teeth.)
“…”
As usual, Erylotte was doing something in front of the study.
The Duke glanced at the child and entered the study.
Viscount Debussy and Conrad, who came in with him, chuckled.
Conrad said, “She came today as well.”
“Did the Miss come yesterday too?”
“She’s been coming regularly lately.”
“I should have brought my grandson to see her.”
When Viscount Debussy laughed, the Duke frowned.
The viscount shrugged.
Would the duke be concerned if the viscount’s grandson would start following around the duke’s granddaughter?
He placed some documents on the Duke’s desk.
“It’s about Marquis Toliso’s situation. The mood in their territory is strange since they lost the mining district. Even their last source of funding is cut off… Your Grace?”
“……Yes.”
His response was slightly delayed.
As if he was thinking about something else.
Seeing the puzzled expressions of Viscount Debussy and Conrad, the Duke waved his hand.
“Go on.”
He said it casually, but it continued to bother him.
That yellow back of a little head.
***
At sunset.
I went on my tip toes and secretly peeked into the study.
Rather, I’m sneaking a glance at ‘Conrad’ in the study.
I had been diligently trailing Conrad recently.
‘Because right about to betray Grandfather.”
It was briefly mentioned in ‘Grandvill’, but I definitely read about it.
Conrad betrayed Astra in the ‘fourth winter since he joined’.
And as it turned out, it was precisely his fourth winter in House Astra now.
‘He and Grandfather shouldn’t be alone together.’
If they’re alone, Conrad might attack.
But sticking to Grandfather is also unreasonable.
He wouldn’t like it, and, above all…
‘My own life is precious.’
If I get swept into an attack on Grandfather and end up being harmed, what will I do?
For these reasons, I never entered the room and always stayed outside.
I was ready to scream at the top of my lungs if something happened.
‘It’s uncomfortable being a child.’
If I’m going to transmigrate anyway, why not give me an adult body?
A kid can’t do anything.
Pointing to the capable officer who is also three years old like me…
‘He’s a traitor. There’s no evidence, but I read it in the novel.’
They’d probably think the child is insane.
I was thinking these thoughts.
Conrad was coming out of the room.
“You’re still here.”
As I nodded, he bent one knee and matched his gaze with mine.
“Aren’t you bored?”
“I got snackies.” (I got snacks.)”
He held up a snack bag, showing it to me as a sign that it was okay to wait and eat.
“You’re very well-behaved.”
“Ywes.”
With that response, Conrad chuckled.
“If it’s okay with you, can I touch your esteemed self?”
There were other administrators behind, and it didn’t seem like he intended to do something dangerous.
I nodded.
Upon doing so, Conrad reached out to lift the collar of my clothing. It was a very gentle touch.
“It’s still cold outside.”
I could sense the maids passing by in the corridor glancing at us.
I understood them.
‘Looking this good, you can’t help but draw attention.’
When he raised the collar of my clothes and looked down, I thought he was looking at a fashion magazine.
The sunset permeating through long eyelashes.
Clean irises.
A straight nose.
Lips that drew a gentle curve.
‘Above all, Conrad’s greatest strength is this gentle demeanor.’
