This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 110
I hugged Deianira and told the twins off.
“Dun scawe Sistow.” (Don’t scare Sister.)
“When did I! Deianira, did I scare you?”
“N-N-N-N-N-No!”
“…”
“…”
“…”
Deianira, trembling, was quietly observed by me and the twins.
Joshua said in a sweet voice,
“You don’t have to be so scared. Anyone who’s friends with Erylotte, we don’t dislike.”
“O-O-Okay.”
Still, Deianira didn’t relax.
Balzac shrugged as if there was nothing he could do.
“Isn’t the primary class doing practical training in the afternoon?”
“Whas-at?” (What’s that?)
“Didn’t you know? It’s training in groups like in real combat. The second generation watches.”
“Awso Fathew?”
“Yes, everyone stayed at the castle yesterday, so they’ll probably come.”
“Wow.”
“Geoffrey was already excited. Even Grandfather said he might drop by for a bit. Seems like he’s planning to make a good impression this time.”
Joshua patted my head and said,
“Be careful, Erylotte. If it seems dangerous, you can just give up right away.”
“Owkay!”
After saying that, the twins said goodbye.
It seemed they were going to have their meal.
I waved my hands at them.
After the twins left, Deianira finally sighed in relief.
“Sistow, awe you owkay?” (Sister, are you okay?)
“Yes.”
Her expression says she’s not okay at all. She’s still pale from the tension.
Deianira smiled awkwardly when I looked at her.
“It’s not just Balzac and Joshua I’m afraid of… I’m a bit… uncomfortable around my cousins.”
“…”
“I always get teased… Because my hair is so black. Dark and gloomy, so the kids call me a crow…”
Deianira fidgeted as she spoke.
“Ah, if the afternoon class is practical training, then the team assignments must be out. I’ll go check!”
With that, she ran off.
I watched her back intently.
‘I should go too.’
If Grandfather was going to observe the afternoon class, it would be good to prepare a bit.
I left the lake and entered the mansion.
Heading towards my room.
Opening the door and entering my room, I sat on the bed and groaned, “Ahh.”
‘Playing every day and being tense is a bit tiring.’
Then, without thinking, I looked to the side,
‘…What?’
The bedside table drawer was slightly open.
I didn’t touch the bedside table yesterday.
Nor had the servants left anything on the bedside table that needed to be put away.
With my past experiences, I wasn’t one to easily overlook such things.
This was because, in the past, my younger half-sister often rummaged through my room and took things away.
‘What did they steal?’
But that shouldn’t be the case.
I keep all my valuable items tucked away in my handbag.
This includes the few reinforcement stones I left for myself and the jewels I brought just in case.
‘They weren’t stolen.’
Nobody would think there’s anything worth stealing in a three-year-old’s room.
So, then…
‘Someone put something in there.’
I got up and searched the room.
Not the bedside table.
Not the drawers.
Not the wardrobe.
‘Could it be…’
I hurried into the dressing room.
And searched through the pockets of the hanging clothes.
When I fiddled with a coat pocket hung in the middle, I felt something bulky.
Pulling it out, it was a fountain pen.
[Geoffrey Astra]
─ A luxurious fountain pen engraved with this name.
I recognize this item.
It appeared in <Grandvill>.
Geoffrey Astra always proudly took out his golden fountain pen from his b****t pocket whenever he needed to sign documents.
It was a fountain pen made for his sixth birthday, costing an astronomical amount, commissioned by his father.
I never brought this here.
‘Someone placed it here.’
And it’s obvious who would have done it.
Someone who could easily enter my room and would obey Geoffrey’s commands.
The nursery maid who was fawning over Geoffrey’s nanny, Lady Sara, this morning.
‘She must have been very displeased that I stood out more than her charge yesterday.’
She wanted to bully me, but couldn’t do anything physical because of the twins.
‘Of all the direct descendants, Geoffrey was the one I was most worried about.’
He was the most vicious and base among the third generation.
‘Even considering yesterday’s dream…’
“This is your doing, Erylotte!”
“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?!”
“Dahlia is too kind to let you be alone. You knew she would come here!”
Just spouting whatever comes to mind.
Without trying to understand the situation, without thinking about how their words could harm others.
‘If this is how it’s going to be, I can’t just stand by.’
I gripped the fountain pen and smirked.
