This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 108
‘It’s definitely complicated since it was built by remodeling the experiment site.’
It needed to be a complex structure so the test subjects couldn’t escape.
‘I should get familiar with the way over the weekend.’
As I was looking around and walking,
“Ah!”
A surprised voice was heard.
Turning around, I saw a girl with black, curly hair. She looked to be about 8 years old at most.
‘It’s Deianira.’
My timid older cousin.
“Ah, sorry. T-The primary-level classroom isn’t that way, it’s this way…”
She fidgeted with her fingers, watching my reaction, worried she might have given unnecessary help.
“Thankies.”
Upon my word, Deianira’s expression brightened.
“Y, yes.”
“Is Sistow gonna go to pwimawy cwass too?” (Is Sister going to primary class too?)
“Yes…”
“Les go togethow!” (Let’s go together!)
I walked up to Deianira and grabbed her hand.
‘Lucky. I found someone to show me the way.’
Deianira was startled and looked down at me.
After glancing back and forth between our joined hands and me a few times, she ducked her head, her ears turning red.
“Yeah…”
I walked down the corridor with Deianira.
When we reached the end of the west corridor, a large door appeared.
Two guards were standing watch at the door.
Seeing me, the guards opened the door.
Entering, I saw other kids already seated.
‘All little kids.’
Well, the primary-level classroom is meant for young children after all.
“Oh, there’s no available seats…”
Deianira scanned the surroundings quickly.
I shook her hand lightly.
“Ovuh thewe. Les sit thewe.” (Over there. Let’s sit there.)
“Should we…”
Deianira’s cheeks were flushed, seemingly shy.
‘Cute.’
As I was about to take a seat, I noticed a familiar person with her head down in front of me.
A girl with curly blond hair.
“Sistow Wiantine.”
The same Riantine who stole my fake physical rejuvenation elixir and ended up ruining Grandfather’s birthday gift.
She flinched, her shoulders twitching.
It seemed she knew I was coming and had her head down.
‘Riantine isn’t the age to be in an elementary classroom.’
Then, I remembered something Riantine had said before.
“It’s just that your efforts aren’t good enough. You’re all looking down at me just because I’m the lowest ranked among the direct descendants!”
Clearly, she’s stuck in primary education because of poor grades.
In <Grandvill>, Riantine’s grades were always bad.
‘She was good at studying but always performed poorly in practical exams.’
But it was strange.
I thought she would throw sharp words again upon seeing me, but she was being meek.
After a moment of contemplation, I realized.
‘It’s because I’m now within the top 7.’
Riantine values rank as if it were her life.
Desperate enough to want to catch Grandfather’s eye and climb the ranks.
Riantine quickly gathered her books and stood up.
Trying to move to another seat, someone stormed in with a bang and grumbling. It was Geoffrey.
Riantine, startled by Geoffrey, sat back down and lowered her head again.
‘Oh, Geoffrey is in the same classroom.’
Geoffrey glared at me menacingly.
However, he didn’t come closer.
Because Joshua and Balzac were waving at me from outside the window.
Geoffrey clenched his teeth and plopped down in the remaining seat.
It was next to Riantine.
Not long after, the classroom door opened, and the professor entered.
The class started soon after, and the twins, who had been waving from the window, left for their own classrooms.
The professor distributed a sheet of questions to each of us.
“Unlike the intermediate-level and advanced-level classrooms, the primary-level classroom conducts classes individually according to each student’s level. Before that, we will assess your academic level.”
It was akin to a pop quiz.
I scribbled my name at the top and looked at the questions.
‘Definitely hard for kids.’
There were questions asking for the translation of complex ancient language sentences and division problems with three decimal places.
Considering the oldest kid here was 10, the level of difficulty was quite high.
‘Would it be odd if I got everything right?’
I decided to correctly answer only a few easy ones.
With that thought, I focused on the test.
Writing small letters with the writing tool was harder for me than solving the problems.
Due, of course, to these pudgy, underdeveloped hand muscles.
After finishing the questions, I inadvertently looked towards Geoffrey and Riantine in front…
‘Eh?’
