This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 111
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My destination was the primary-level classroom.
Inside, there were two kids.
Deianira and Riantine.
I walked between them and checked the parchment on the wall.
.
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Group D – Erylotte, Riantine, Deianira
The grouping seemed to be based on grades.
Riantine was biting her lip, trying hard to hold back tears, so it must be.
‘I just scribbled any answer to appear like a little kid.’
Riantine looked like her world had crumbled.
Deianira… hmm.
“I’m in the last group? That’s impossible.”
Deianira glanced at Riantine nervously.
“Well, if we work together, we can still get good grades…”
“Do you know addition?”
“Up to two digits…”
“And multiplication?”
“…”
“How many ancient letters do you know?”
“Up to the first consonant…”
Riantine collapsed and burst into tears.
I squatted down and looked at her.
“Sistow, yew swish papows wif Joffey.” (Sister, you switched test papers with Geoffrey.)
“You saw?!”
“Yeah.”
“Are you… going to tell?”
Riantine’s face was filled with fear.
“Don’t tell… If Geoffrey finds out, he’ll make a big fuss.”
“Joffey bad, wight?”
“Of course. He’s always threatening. His father puts our parents through so much trouble! Charging usury interest rates among siblings…”
This time, I looked up at Deianira.
“Bean tease as cwow not feew nice, wight?” (Being teased as a crow doesn’t feel nice, right?)
“Yes…”
I smirked and stood up.
“Thwen, wanna twake wefenge? (Then, do you want to take revenge?)
At my words, both of them opened their eyes wide and looked at me.
“Revenge…?”
“Revenge?”
I nodded affirmatively.
Deianira, with a face full of concern, fiddled with her fingers.
Glancing at me and then shrinking back, she seemed unsure.
“T-Then… could you maybe play with me?”
“Of couwse!”
Assuring her that I would have played with her regardless, Deianira’s face lit up.
She quickly grabbed my hand.
“I’ll do it.”
“Yay!”
I turned my gaze back to Riantine.
“How ‘bouwt Sistow?”
Riantine bit her lip, then looked at me earnestly.
‘I guess not?’
Riantine doesn’t like me, after all.
But I thought, maybe, the enemy of my enemy could temporarily be a friend.
Riantine finally spoke up.
“Me, too!”
“…?”
“…I really like that kind of thing.”
Riantine stood up, dusting off her dress, removing the dust.
“I’m very good at tormenting others.”
“Yeah! It Sistow’s speshowty!” (Yeah! It’s Sister’s specialty!)
“Right!”
The three of us circled together.
The mischievous me and Riantine giggled, and the kind-hearted Deianira chuckled along, “Hehe?”
‘Just wait, you petty lil sh-t.’
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The afternoon class was, as rumored, a practice training with parental observation.
Children from the primary class, after changing into training clothes, scurried to the training field.
Parents seated on the dais waved lightly at their children.
Daymond also looked around for his daughter among the children.
A younger brother of his mentioned,
“Erylotte is over there, Brother.”
Among the girls with long hair tied in one, Erylotte was visible with braids under her ears.
“Today she has braided her hair. She looks cute.”
The younger brother laughed when Daymond, with a serious voice, commanded,
“Prepare.”
Surrounding Daymond, his soldiers, aides, and managers from his jurisdiction, all simultaneously lifted their sketchbooks.
The only thing Daymond had in mind when drafting personnel for the castle visit was one thing.
“Do you know how to draw well.”
He realized he only had portraits from the time at the Twelfth Tower and currently lacked any of his daughter.
In a castle without his daughter, he lamented his deficiency.
‘I miss her, but there’s no portrait here.’
It was impossible to bring a painter.
The castle had repeatedly inquired after seeing the list of Daymond’s companions.
“Is he really a painter?”
“Are you sure he’s a painter?”
“Why a painter?”
The ruffians, who did not understand the desperate longing for his daughter, said it was impossible to allow the painter entry, fearing he might sketch the main residence’s layout for export.
Briefly looking back, Daymond clicked his tongue and declared,
“Not a single eyelash, not a dot should be missed.”
“Yes!”
“Yes!”
As they fervently focused on Erylotte, the younger brother present was flabbergasted.
‘…Are they insane?’
The soldiers were sketching with bloodshot eyes when Erylotte turned to look at the dais.
“Fathew!”
Jumping up and down, waving her arms, Daymond smiled broadly and nodded in acknowledgment.
