This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 119
Of course, thanks to all this territorial expansion, Dad’s status shot up tremendously.
War God.
Kalsoi Empire’s First Knight.
Completely different from the time when he did only what Grandfather commanded, to the letter.
His name even made it to the official records at the imperial palace.
Thanks to that…
“Geoffrey, Erylotte is here.”
“Hiek!”
─Geoffrey couldn’t even meet my eyes anymore. As soon as he knew I was there, he scurried away.
Well, part of it might be because Valdrich’s power isn’t what it used to be after losing half of his jurisdiction.
Balzac, leaning on the railing, chuckled. Joshua also let out a quiet laugh.
‘These kids really have grown a lot.’
Compared to seven months ago, they seem to have grown at least two finger widths taller.
After all, they’ll both be incredibly tall once they’re adults.
The twins teasing Geoffrey turned to look at me simultaneously.
“Kiddo, do you have food in your cheeks? They’re puffed up.”
“Nwo.”
I pressed down on my cheeks with both hands.
“Then why are your cheeks puffed up? Are you angry?”
“When’s Fathew comin’ back?”
“He said after marking melons and blueberries, he’ll come.”
“I dun wike fwuits anymowe.” (I don’t like fruits anymore.)
“Then how about nuts? The largest almond-producing region is nearby!”
“……”
As I looked at Balzac with blank eyes, Joshua smiled gently.
“He’ll be back soon.”
“Weally?”
“Yes. Besides, isn’t the Fairy Tea Party just a few days away?”
“Ywes.”
The Fairy Tea Party.
It’s an event for children held once every two years.
Simply put, a tea party exclusive to girls under 12.
On the night of the full moon in the eleventh month of odd-numbered years, hosting a tea party is said to invite fairies who, according to legend, come and give gifts to good children.
Of course, it’s just a legend, and usually, parents are the ones giving gifts.
‘It’s like Christmas.’
Santa Claus gives gifts to good children—kind of like that.
“Are you tired of rabbit dolls now?”
Balzac asked with sparkling eyes, and behind me, Hilda and Greta’s eyes welled up with tears.
The ragged rabbit doll on my bed was a gift from Hilda and Greta.
“I wike wabbit dows.”
“What, then we can’t get you a teddy bear─”
As Balzac grumbled, Joshua quickly covered his twin’s mouth.
‘Ah, so they’re planning to gift a teddy bear.’
Since Father wasn’t here, it seemed like twins were trying to give me a gift instead. I decided to pretend not to notice, looking at the bickering twins with a blank expression.
At that moment.
Ding─ Ding─
The bell rang. It was the sound signaling 30 minutes before the start of classes.
“Miss! It’s the bell!”
“Quickly, quickly!”
I hurriedly grabbed my book from the room, tucked it under my arm, and dashed out.
Today was the day when the girls gathered to learn social etiquette.
Ladies from the imperial social circles themselves came to teach, so being late was absolutely not an option.
“Good luck, kiddo!”
“See you later, Erylotte.”
The twins, who had to learn boys’ social etiquette, walked in the opposite direction and spoke.
I waved at the twins briefly and hurried down the corridor.
‘The etiquette room is too far.’
It’s on the complete opposite side from my room, so it takes a while to get there.
Finally arriving, I opened the door to the etiquette room.
“Erylotte, over here.”
Deianira waved her hand slightly.
She had changed unrecognizably in just a few months.
Always with messy hair, she now used hairpins to neatly arrange it, revealing her eyes that weren’t easily seen before.
I really like Deianira’s blue eyes. They’re like a refreshing sea.
‘I remember she said she couldn’t do this before because Geoffrey teased her for being ugly.’
That Geoffrey…
I sat next to Deianira.
Next to her sat Riantine.
Deianira giggled and said,
“It’s been a month since Riantine went up to the intermediate class.”
So eager to escape the primary class, Riantine achieved her goal a month ago.
“Goodbye to being last in class! Oh─hohohohohot!”
Deianira said,
“And to think she seemed like she’d never come back down, right?”
“……”
Riantine twisted her skirt’s hem and bit her lip.
“The kids in the intermediate class are annoying.”
“Why?”
“They ignore me because I’m last!”
Deianira innocently nodded with an “Ah.”
“You hated being last in the beginner class, so you moved to the intermediate class, only to end up last there too.”
“Shi…”
I kept silent.
Three girls from the intermediate class sat on the opposite side of our room.
One of them, hearing Riantine’s words, spoke up,
“Shi—? How vulgar. Riantine, can’t you be a bit more careful?”
