This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 11
“Are you going to stay here?”
“What about Conwad?”
“I’m going home now.”
Now that’s good to hear.
If Conrad wasn’t with Grandfather, there was no reason to stay here and guard the place.
In fact, it was a bit cold, and I wanted to go back to my room.
“I wanna go too.”
“Miss, you’re still young, so I’ll escort you to your room.”
“Ywes.”
I held Conrad’s hand and walked with him. He was an adult who matched the child’s steps, making it easy to walk. Moreover, he kept the conversation going so it wasn’t boring.
“You read history books every morning?”
“Ywes.”
“Isn’t it hard?”
“Not hawd. I wead wittle by wittle.” (Not hard. I read little by little.)
“That’s fortunate.”
It was quite a distance from Grandfather’s study to my room, but I didn’t find it boring at all.
Conrad escorted me to my room and bid me goodnight.
“Have a good night.”
He left, and I silently hummed.
‘Hmm…’
He still doesn’t seem to be planning an attack on Grandfather.
To attack, a night with fewer people is ideal, but Conrad has been going home early recently.
‘But why did Conrad betray Grandfather?’
I was deep in thought when I heard a familiar voice from behind.
“Miss.”
It was the maids coming to bring me dinner.
The maids spoke as they watched Conrad’s back.
“Oh, my, that’s Lord Conrad, isn’t it? He always looks so neat.”
“That’s true. It was a pleasure to see him once in a while, and now that we can’t see him, it’s a shame.”
I opened my eyes wide as I listened to the maids.
“Why can’t we see Conwad anymore?”
“They say he’s stepping back from being the Viscount’s close aide.”
“Why?”
“He’s moving to a place with a more relaxed job. It’s because he has to take care of his younger sibling.”
Another maid added to the explanation.
“They say his younger sibling has been quite sick since the summer, which is why he’s been coming home early.”
“Siwck? What siwckness?” (Sick? What sickness?)
“It’s called the twilight disease… Ah, Miss, it’s your bedtime, isn’t it?”
The maids hesitated to speak and gestured toward the bed.
But if it’s the twilight disease, I already know about it.
The disease starts with a few spots on the body in the early stages. The more spots there are, the more intense the pain becomes, and when the spots cover the entire body, it becomes a fatal disease.
However, the treatment itself is simple. There is a special remedy called blueflower bud.
‘The problem is that obtaining blueflower bud is like trying to catch a falling star.’
It could almost be considered a legendary flower. It was so rare that its price was astronomical.
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in my mind.
A sick sibling.
A highly sought-after treatment.
And betrayal.
‘Wait, he betrayed because of the treatment for his sibling!’
The people who ordered the attack must have used the treatment as leverage to persuade Conrad. He probably betrayed Astra for the sake of his sibling.
‘It seems like they haven’t contacted Conrad from that side yet.’
If they had, he wouldn’t have stepped down from his position as Grandfather’s aide. There’s no better opportunity for an attack than that.
‘So, he won’t betray as long as there’s a cure?’
All it took was to find blueflower bud.
‘That’s easy!’
The next day.
It was time for me to read more texts in the ancient language in the study.
In the study, there were only Grandfather, Viscount Debussy, and Conrad.
It seemed like they thought only a few people should know the content after something as significant as ‘dragon’s bones’ and the ‘blessed land’ had come up.
I pretended to read the history book and said,
“Thewe is a wegen that thwe Bwufowee Bud gweatwy stwengthens thwe bwessing.” (There is a legend that the Blueflower Bud greatly strengthens the blessing.)
Of course, there was no mention of such a thing in the history book. Viscount Debussy’s eyes widened slightly.
“Are you talking about Blueflower Bud?”
“Ywes.”
“The Blueflower Bud with such an effect…”
Viscount Debussy turned his head towards Grandfather.
“What do you think?”
“If it can develop the blessing, it’s worth checking.”
“And if…”
“Fetch it.”
‘Nice!’
I silently celebrated.
Getting blueflower will be straightforward for him.
Because he can use the name of House Astra!
If the blueflower bud was as elusive as catching a falling star, it didn’t matter when Astra’s power was involved.
With the inexhaustible influence of the Duke and intelligence agents scattered throughout the continent, Astra was truly a family that could catch even the stars in the sky.
Grandfather took another sip of his drink.
“As soon as you find it, distribute it to my grandchildren. We need to confirm its effectiveness.”
“Yes. It’s not a toxic plant, so it should be safe.”
Viscount Debussy glanced at Conrad.
“Conrad, contact the Intelligence Guild and have them find the Blueflower Bud.”
“…Of course.”
Conrad’s eyes were shaking.
Naturally, he was desperate for an item valuable enough to betray his master. He left the room with a determined face.
