This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 100
I stared at the door in disbelief.
‘That voice, it’s Geoffrey from earlier, right?’
The boy who first called me tainted blood in the hall.
I briefly thought about Grandfather’s children.
1st Son, Grimier
2nd Son, Daymond
3rd Son, Deacons (became the third after Uncle Lysian’s death)
4th Son, Valdrich
1st Daughter, Vasilia
…
…
‘Geoffrey is a child of the 4th son, Uncle Valdrich.’
Just like his father, his actions were equally petty.
‘And just as foolish.’
Why would I go into a storage room for cleaning supplies when I’m supposed to find a note in a noble place?
“Wasn’t that Young Lord Geoffrey?”
A man’s voice came from the side.
I turned my head and looked up to see Conrad waiting for me.
He frowned as he looked at the door.
“Are you being bullied, Young Miss?”
“Ywes.”
Mentioning tainted blood upon our first meeting, and now locking me in a storage room.
Definitely bullying.
“Shall I inform His Grace?”
I shook my head vigorously.
I do enjoy getting my way, but only at the right time and place.
If I cry for help here, I’d only appear weak.
Conrad seemed to agree and didn’t ask again.
He smiled and crouched down to meet my eye level.
“It’s been a long time, Young Miss.”
“Nwot tha’ long.” (Not that long.)
It hadn’t been that long indeed, but I was starting to notice Conrad’s excessive loyalty and brushed it off.
“I’m glad you sought me out, Young Miss. Is there anything I can help you with?”
I had sent a note to Conrad in the office to come here.
It was easy to send a message. I had Han Jihyuk, who I brought to be my hands and feet.
“We awe tweasuwe hunting.”
“Yes, searching for notes with rankings written on them? The 1st place note is in His Grace’s office, but…”
Conrad hesitated, his face troubled.
“Finding it for you would be difficult.”
‘Of course.’
Though Conrad was fond of me, helping me openly was not allowed.
Conrad was Grandfather’s person.
If he openly helped me, it would appear as if Grandfather favors me.
‘Maybe the Duke is considering Erylotte for succession?!’
—such talk would make me a public enemy numero uno among the direct descendants.
A little help due to gratitude is fine.
It’s best to appear as just that.
‘Otherwise, it wouldn’t look good to Grandfather either.’
A subordinate leaking information.
A grandchild feeding on that information.
Even I wouldn’t like that combination.
“Ywes!”
“What kind of help can I offer, then?”
“Can Conwad go to Gwandfathew?”
“Yes. I have some documents to deliver to him as well.”
“Then, youw gonna meet thwe cousins waiting owside thwe woom.” (Then, you’re going to meet the cousins waiting outside the room.)
“That’s true.”
“Pwease tell ‘em thwe fows pwace note ish inside. Awso teww thwem Gwandfathew is espetin’ it.” (Please tell them the first place note is inside. And also tell them that Grandfather is expecting it.)
“Really?”
Conrad tilted his head.
“That’s not difficult, but… Yes, I understand.”
Pleased with his response, I smiled broadly.
“Now, pwease opuhn thwe doow.” (Now, please open the door.)
I was three years old and lacked the strength to open it.
Listening to me asking so confidently, Conrad chuckled.
***
With a creak and a snap, Conrad completely broke the latch and opened the door. It was possible since it was an old, worn-out storage room for cleaning supplies.
Erylotte was the first to dash out, waving her hands.
“Buh-bye!”
“Yes.”
While watching her leave, a servant pushing a cleaning cart was startled.
“Ack, the door…!”
“Oh, someone played a prank and I got locked in. Apologize for the inconvenience and get someone from maintenance to fix it.”
“Ah, yes sir.”
After handing the broken latch to the servant, Conrad returned to the office. There were several people throwing tantrums in front of the door.
“Just use the communication stone!”
Geoffrey, who had locked Erylotte in the room, was also among those causing a ruckus.
“Internal communication requires authorization. Due to the risk of information leakage, we handle communication very cautiously…”
“I need to contact my father! You can oversee it!”
“We cannot break the rules…”
The officials were flustered, not knowing what to do. There were many other third-generation members throwing tantrums for a communication stone.
‘As usual.’
Conrad lightly shook his head.
He knew about Viscount Debussy’s test.
The real challenge of this test was to use connections, blessings, abilities, everything at one’s disposal to open the impenetrable door.
‘But one must not ignore the rules established by the Duke.’
