This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 101
Rules are lines that should not be crossed. What would they gain by opening the Duke’s office door after breaking the rules?
‘They would only fall out of the Duke’s favor.’
Still too young to think things through.
In contrast, our young lady…
‘She clearly understood how far she could use my help.’
She used him but never crossed the line set by the Duke.
Was that even possible for a three-year-old!
‘So clever, wise, and adorable…!’
Conrad, grinning foolishly, caught the puzzled glance of another subordinate.
“Lord Conrad?”
He cleared his throat.
“It’s nothing. Carry on with your work.”
After saying that, he picked up the documents the Duke had requested and headed to the corridor.
Upon reaching the office, he found the direct descendants gathered. Entering the office amidst the intense gaze of the direct descendants, some kids peeked through the gap of the door, swallowing nervously.
Inside, the Duke was gazing out the window with an impassive expression.
Whispers were heard from outside.
“Really? Your maternal grandfather contacted our grandfather?”
“Of course! My grandfather adores me. He said he’d get the note for me.”
“Ah, what is my maternal grandfather doing? When is mother coming? I might lose my note at this rate.”
They thought they were whispering, but the slightly open window let their voices carry inside.
Conrad, noticing the Duke’s glance, closed the window.
Finally, the noise was cut off.
The Duke spoke in a flat tone.
“Pitiful.”
Viscount Debussy, who had been with the Duke for the past two hours, shrugged.
“They are still young, so it’s natural for them to rely on their parents.”
“It’s dependence, not reliance.”
“I was also surprised.”
He hadn’t imagined it would be like this.
‘They don’t think of other ways and just ask their parents for help outright.’
And while sticking close to the office, they didn’t even realize how their conversations could be overheard.
“What has become of them?”
The Duke inquired, and Viscount Debussy sighed.
“There were no suitable teachers until the last quarter.”
“Weren’t they supposed to be excellent?”
“Physically, they are unmatched. After all, they have the blood of Astra in their veins.”
They were born with extraordinary blessings.
“Their academic levels aren’t bad either. How else would ancient languages be part of the curriculum?”
“Their parents push them hard in education.”
“Yes… but it’s superficial. They just memorize without understanding, and when we try to lecture them, the second generation comes running, creating a commotion…”
“That’s why I sent you to the educational facility.”
Viscount Debussy took a sip of tea with a jaded expression.
“Still, those in the top seven are quite impressive. Young Lord Joshua, Young Miss Celene, Young Lord Blitzen, Young Lord Balzac, Young Miss Loreina…”
In House Astra, children up to the seventh rank were commonly referred to as the ‘top seven’.
For the past two years, the names in the top seven had remained unchanged.
‘So, there’s more expectation on those seven.’
Viscount Debussy narrowed his eyes and sipped his tea.
Conrad quietly placed the documents down.
“These are the documents Your Grace has requested.”
“Alright.”
He bowed his head and exited the office.
Immediately upon leaving, the direct descendants gathered at the door approached him.
“Hey, you.”
“Yes, Young Lord.”
“Was there a note or something in the room?”
The direct descendants’ attention focused on Conrad.
“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.)
Erylotte’s words came to mind.
Conrad slowly opened his mouth.
“There is a note with first place written on it.”
“…!”
“…!”
There’s a note!
The children excitedly chattered among themselves.
Although they knew from the start, hearing it directly was a different matter.
Even children who had given up entering the office and went elsewhere came back.
The rumor spread, and almost all direct descendants, except for a few, gathered in front of the office.
However, Erylotte did not even seem to stop by.
As time passed and the sun began to set, no one had obtained the note from the office.
“What do we do? We might end up not finding any notes at all.”
“I don’t know. I’ll try to find something else!”
The children gathered in front of the office finally started to disperse.
Less than thirty minutes later, the sand in the hourglass ran out.
It was time for the evening banquet.
