This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 130

The fairy tea party suddenly turned into a ‘Warmly Watching the Snowbear’ meet-and-greet.
The snowbear toddled when it walked and plopped down when it sat. The children were completely enamored with the snowbear.
“Bwut whu duss-ee eat?” (But what does he eat?)
I looked at Joshua as I asked. Joshua pulled out a small notebook from his pocket.
“It eats tree fruits. Its favorite is wild grapes.”
“Wild grapes are autumn fruits, right?”
“Do we have any stored?”
The children chimed in with their thoughts. One of the servants raised a hand excitedly.
“I think I saw some in the food storage!”
“Bring them!”
“Hurry!”
The children excitedly commanded with excitedly flushed faces.
A servant swiftly brought wild grapes from the food storage.
Crouching in the greenhouse, I plucked a grape and offered it to the snowbear.
The snowbear attempted to eat the grape but ended up biting my hand instead.
“How dare you.”
“This─!”
“Erylotte.”
My father and the twins glared, and I glared back at them.
“Dun be mad.”
“But you were bitten.”
“It dun huwt at aw!”
The snowbear’s teeth seemed not fully grown yet, making its bite weak.
‘It must really be a baby.’
One grape didn’t satisfy the snowbear. It wiggled into my lap and gobbled up a whole bunch of grapes I was holding, turning its fluffy white mouth purple.
“So─ cute─!”
The children burst into laughter again.
.
.
We played with the snowbear in the greenhouse for about an hour. I stared sadly at the snowbear being held by a servant.
“Are you really going to send it away, Miss?”
“…Ywes.”
Snowbears are a critically endangered species. Unlike dogs or cats, we don’t know what to do if it gets sick or how to ensure it grows up well.
‘And it’s said to be incredibly fragile.’
So, I decided to send the snowbear to a place where it could be happy.
‘How could I watch such a cute creature suffer?’
“Then, we’ll take it to the Endangered Species Management Agency.”
We decided never to return it to its original owner. They’re an animal hoarder who stuffs animals when bored with them.
‘The director of the Endangered Species Management Agency should take good care of it.’
A renowned figure in <Grandvill>. Rather than just a crazy cat lady, people called her the crazy animal lady.
“Huuu… hu… so cute… I’ll make you happy with my technical brush.”
She further claimed that she was brought to this world to make animals happy.
‘That’s why she didn’t succeed much.’
Despite her exceptional skills.
The twins seemed very reluctant, but seeing my firm refusal, they knew they had no choice.
The children at the tea party looked longingly as the snowbear was taken away.
“Farewell, cutie. I won’t forget you. Ah, the sorrow of parting. I’m inspired to write poetry…”
The twins looked at our black flame dragon cousin as if she were crazy.
* * *
Following Erylotte’s stern command, the twins took the snowbear to the Endangered Species Management Agency.
Erylotte continued to play with the children at the tea party. Daymond watched his daughter from a distance.
“Since you let everyone hold the snowbear, you can hold the bear my dad bought for a while.”
Riantine, with his chin up, said to Erylotte.
Erylotte held the teddy bear for a moment. The other children also took turns letting her holding their teddy bears as well.
“My papa got this from far away.”
“My dad did too. Thanks for letting us feed the snowbear.”
Erylotte has good social skills.
Watching Erylotte get along with the children, something felt off.
Something different. Something was nagging at him.
The other children,
“My daddy…”
“Our dad…”
“Papa told me…”
But Erylotte, she…
“Fathew?”
Why… was he called ‘Father’?
I asked Enzo,
“Do children of that age usually call their fathers ‘Dad’?”
“Back in the day, when we were taught strictly, many called their fathers that… but I wonder if it’s still the same these days?”
Enzo, who used to think the world would end if he left the dining table before his parents, said his own children call him ‘Dad’ now.
The tea party ended harmoniously despite the ups and downs.
Erylotte walked down the corridor hand in hand with Daymond, toddling along.
“So, wif Sistow Deniwa and Sistow Wianine─”
The child didn’t seem to find it hard to be around him. She talks well, smiles often, and is affectionate.
“Becaws Fathew gif gwapes. Beawy eat them all.”
“……Erylotte.”
“Ywes!”
“Other kids don’t call their fathers ‘Father’. They use a different word.”
“……?”
“They use ‘Dad’, or ‘Daddy’, or ‘Papa’.”
Erylotte tilted her head in curiosity. Daymond went on his knees to meet her eye level.
“You can call me whatever you feel comfortable with.”
“Bwut…”
“Yes?”
“Bwut Fathew awso caw Gwanfathew ‘Dwook’, wight?”
