This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 106
Dahlia quickly approached and grabbed Erylotte’s hand.
“I’ve been waiting for the day we could make up, Sister. I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you came here.”
Erylotte found it hard to speak. After moistening her lips several times, she finally managed to speak.
“There was a misunderstanding last time. I don’t hate you─”
“Ahhh!”
CRASH─!!
A sharp shattering sound filled the party hall.
A wave had flown in from the window, breaking it.
Erylotte covered her mouth with one hand in shock.
Dahlia also, startled by the shattering noise, fell down and trembled like a leaf.
People rushed over to Dahlia, who was lying on the floor.
Dahlia’s face was pale with fright.
From afar, Uncle Grimier strode in and bellowed at the servants outside the door.
“Call the doctor—now!”
Erylotte, not knowing what to do, covered her mouth and slowly approached Dahlia.
“Dahl─”
“This is your doing, Erylotte!”
Geoffrey stood in Erylotte’s way, shouting.
“What did you say?”
“It was strange from the start that you came to Dahlia’s birthday party. You deliberately positioned yourself in the corner, and you led Dahlia here! Didn’t you?!”
“What are you talking about…”
“Dahlia is too kind to let you be alone. You knew she would come here!”
Erylotte had no chance to explain herself.
The people glaring at her unleashed sharp criticisms as if they had knives in their mouths.
Tears began to well up in Dahlia’s big, doe-like eyes.
Dahlia looked at Erylotte, who was on the verge of tears.
“Sister…”
“I, I… I didn’t─”
Before Erylotte could defend herself, everyone began to shout at her.
“Leave!”
“Just leave!”
“Contemptible filthy blood!”
“The evil that torments the good-hearted Dahlia!”
“Be gone!”
Erylotte, trembling, bit her lower lip hard.
Then, she turned around and left the party hall.
Harsh words pierced Erylotte’s back like arrowheads.
Only when she was out of sight did Erylotte’s pace slow down.
Tears fell to the carpet, dampening it.
“I’m such a fool…”
She covered her eyes with one hand and let out a sorrowful breath.
Then, she threw the letter into a trash can in the corridor.
Thup.
The letter hit the inside of the bin and fell onto the pile of trash.
Erylotte crouched in front of the trash can, burying her face in her hands.
Tears fell through her fingers, drop by drop.
***
Gasp!
I sat up abruptly.
My hair was damp with cold sweat.
‘What was that? A crazy dream?’
That’s the only way I could see it.
Such a scene wasn’t in the novel.
Yet, the dream was too vivid.
‘Did I skip a chapter when I read it?’
But that explanation felt odd for many reasons.
The Erylotte I knew from <Grandvill> felt entirely different…
Just then.
Knock, knock.
The sound filled the room.
“Ywes?”
As I spoke, someone entered.
A maid pushing a trolley with wash water came in.
Seeing her, my eyes widened.
“Ah, Young Miss…”
It was Greta, the maid who had taken care of me when I stayed in the main mansion’s annex.
Greta quickly approached the bed.
“It’s only been a few months since I last saw you, and you’ve grown so much…!”
Greta said, “I’m so moved!” as she sobbed with emotion.
But, Greta’s attire was odd.
Usually, Greta wore a maid’s uniform, but now she was in a mere drudge’s outfit.
“Why Gweta’s cwoes wike tha?” (Why are Greta’s clothes like that?)
“Oh, I’ve been reassigned.”
“Hiwda?”
“Miss Hilda as well!”
Originally, Hilda and Greta were nursery maids.
They took care of children, assisting the nannies in their duties.
The reason Hilda and Greta looked after me was precisely because they were nursery maids.
But now, they were dressed as chambermaids with those drudges.
Greta awkwardly laughed and scratched her head.
‘She’s been demoted.’
So quintessentially Astra…
Another maid entered through the open door.
The newcomer wore the nursery maid’s attire that Hilda and Greta used to wear.
She had also come to bathe me and put me to bed last evening.
“Shall we wash up then, Young Miss?”
The maid put a bib around my neck, and Greta used the brought wash water to vigorously scrub my face.
“Owwie!”
The washing maid’s hands were so rough that it hurt.
Greta, startled, spoke up.
“Um, excuse me…!”
“What.”
“The Young Miss’s skin is delicate, it’ll hurt if you don’t gently…”
The maid glared sharply at Greta.
