This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 102
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Once a quarter.
All direct descendants of Astra gathered for a banquet.
Usually, the children who were about to enter the educational facility during their break met on the first day.
The banquet hall had two massive tables set up.
One for the second generation, the other for the third generation.
As the children entered the banquet hall, the adults immediately called their children and began inquiring.
“How did it go? Who got the first place note?”
Eventually, some children successfully threatened the castle’s employees and managed to communicate with their parents.
So, the rumor spread like wildfire.
Some parents even actively intervened in their children’s tests.
The children spoke with gloomy expressions.
“I don’t know. It was late, so I went to look for other notes. But until then, no one managed to get the note.”
Even a child whose external family sent someone was turned away, as the Duke refused to meet them.
In the midst of the bustling chatter, a tall man strode into the room.
“Lord Daymond…!”
“Did the sun rise from the west today?”
Daymond never attended the Astra family banquets.
Yet, not only did Daymond attend the banquet, but he also dressed formally.
Clad in a robe with the Astra emblem, he shone impressively even among the gathered direct descendants.
He looked around leisurely, unfazed by the staring eyes.
“Fathew!”
Erylotte, sitting at the third-generation table, jumped off her chair and ran towards him.
“Battow ovuh now?” (Is the battle over now?)
“Yes.”
“Sho fas!” (So fast!)
Then, the twins Balzac and Joshua approached Daymond.
“Didn’t you say it would take a while?”
“It ended earlier than I expected.”
“I hurried to finish because I couldn’t see you off.”
…See off?
See off?
SEE OFF?!
Such words were unimaginable from Daymond.
What’s with this parent-child-like atmosphere?
Daymond affectionately stroked Erylotte’s head.
Erylotte, like a pleased cat, rubbed her head against Daymond’s hand and giggled happily.
Then,
“His Grace the Duke has arrived!”
Everyone returned to their seats and stood up.
The Duke and Viscount Debussy walked in one after the other.
After the Duke sat down, the direct descendants also took their seats.
All the direct descendants of Astra were present, except for the eldest son, Grimier, who was in the imperial capital.
The Duke glanced around the banquet hall and noticed Daymond.
His eyebrows twitched.
“What’s the occasion? You never show your face at these banquets.”
“I heard some people were overly eager about their children’s matters.”
Saying so, Daymond looked over at some of the second generation members, who flinched and trembled upon meeting his gaze.
They were the ones who had participated in the treasure hunt on behalf of their children.
“That lot may be brainless, but I came to ensure my own children weren’t involved.”
The twins looked at Daymond with wide eyes.
‘Children…’
He didn’t just say child.
He said children.
‘He didn’t come just for Erylotte.’
Balzac cleared his throat loudly, and Joshua slightly lifted the corners of his mouth.
Viscount Debussy laughed and said,
“It’s nice to see such a fruitful scene. It seems you all know about the test, so shall we see the results?”
Saying this, he looked at the Duke, who nodded slightly.
Viscount Debussy turned his gaze to the third-generation descendants.
“Is there anyone who found the 21st-ranked note?”
“Me!”
Erylotte raised her hand high.
Pfft.
Open laughter erupted from the crowd.
“After all, what could she find with just a blessing to read ancient languages?”
No one expected anything from Erylotte.
A blessing to read ancient languages.
A commoner mother.
From the 12th tower.
No one believed she could achieve anything.
Daymond glanced at those who laughed. Those who met his gaze flinched and turned away, pretending to be indifferent.
“Well, it’s commendable to find even one note.”
The Viscount continued to ask.
“Who found the 20th-ranked note?”
“M-Me, sir…”
Deianira spoke in a small, cowering voice.
The face of her father, Count Farmann, contorted with anger.
“Who found the 19th-ranked note?”
“Me…”
“18th?”
“…”
“None?”
“17th.”
“Me!”
People gasped in surprise and looked at the child who responded.
Again, it was Erylotte. She raised her hand high and smiled at Viscount Debussy.
Viscount Debussy smiled warmly.
“You found two notes. Then, the 16th?”
“Me!”
Once again, Erylotte raised her hand.
“Three? Then, the 15th?”
“That’s me too!”
“14th.”
“Me!”
“13th.”
“Me!”
“12th.”
“Me!”
Erylotte kept raising her hand.
“…!”
“…!”
“…!”
People were aghast, looking at the child who kept responding.
Even Viscount Debussy looked at Erylotte with a very surprised expression.
Erylotte opened her small bag and rustled out a bunch of papers, then poured them all over the table.
Out of the 21 notes, she had found a whopping 14.
Erylotte grinned and announced,
“All mine!”
‘Nobody said I could only find one note, right?’
She used Conrad to give hope to the other children.
She spread the word that the first-ranked note was in the Duke’s office.
Knowing that the first place was there, the children couldn’t easily leave.
While their attention was focused on the Duke’s office, she found all the remaining notes.
Viscount Debussy’s mouth dropped open.
‘How did she manage that…!’
