This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 134

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“Hurry up, can’t you do it faster!”
Alexis scrubbed the trays clean.
Having done this for over a month, it had become somewhat familiar.
‘Familiar…’
Alexis scowled.
When Erylotte’s servant first brought him here, he thought it was a joke.
Who brings someone to a prison to hide them?
But they really put him in prison.
After bribing the guard.
The first few days, he still thought it was a joke.
‘I’ll be let out soon.’
He waited, but not only did that girl not come, the pink-haired punk didn’t either.
Every day in prison was the same.
Breakfast → Bible reading → Exercise → Lunch → Labor → Meditation → Dinner → Labor
Anyone would think criminals live leisurely, but it was horrendous.
For Alexis, who had never learned to read, the time for bible reading was no different from torture.
Meditation was the same. Being forced to stay still for 3 hours was more painful than he thought.
You couldn’t leave until you finished your meal.
Labor went on until you’re exhausted.
As this repeated, anger boiled within him.
‘Just you wait.’
He thought he’d give them a piece of his mind—to whoever it was, be it the owner of this estate or what.
But days passed and Erylotte didn’t come.
Until he resigned myself to this fate.
“Hey, if your posture slackens, you can’t put strength into it! You! Stop slacking off!”
The guard yelled at Alexis.
‘Motherf-cker.’
Being in prison even turned his language foul.
Sweat seemed to get into my eyes, so I looked up, and there…
“You…”
Behind the door of the washroom, a small figure cloaked in a black robe was visible.
The figure grinned and waved.
Innocently irritating.
Alexis stood up abruptly.
“YOU!”
The atmosphere was markedly different from their first encounter.
* * *
Erylotte gave two gold coins to the guard and stepped into the prison.
Then she entered an empty room searching for Alexis.
Upon entering, she saw the top of Alexis scrubbing trays.
“You. What’s your deal, huh?”
Alexis looked at Erylotte with a hardened face.
“Did’ya eat aweady?”
“…”
“Hm?”
“Here, you can’t even stand up if you don’t eat everything.”
Erylotte placed her backpack on the table and started taking things out.
“Thwen yew can eat thwis way-tuh.”
“…”
“Hewe’s-a bwankie.”
“…”
“Hewe’s sum medishin. Fow when yow head huwts, and when yow tummy huwts, an…”
He had planned to yell at her.
To scream once they met again.
But…
But when he saw that she was carrying a bag that’s just the same size as her own body, he couldn’t utter any of those planned words.
“And hewe’s sum choco, an—”
“Quit it.”
Alexis suddenly looked annoyed.
“Bwut it’s yummy.”
“When are you going to let me out─”
Erylotte’s eyes widened.
Then she reached out and touched Alexis’s forehead.
Alexis flinched, startled, and stepped back.
Erylotte narrowed her eyes and said,
“Swick? Yow face is wed.”
This was why he couldn’t yell at her.
She kept asking about things no one else did and took care of things no one else had for him.
“I can caww-a doctuh hewe if you’we sick─”
“I hate doctors.”
He stood up and flung the door open.
The guard, who had been dozing off while on duty, woke up startled.
“Are you done already?”
Alexis didn’t answer and just left.
The guard shook his head, muttering, “Such a temper.”
* * *
I stepped outside and watched Alexis walk away.
‘Aigoo, so stubborn.’
Even in the original work of <Grandvill>, he was so stubborn, a habit that followed him from childhood to adulthood.
When Alexis was out of sight, I glanced at the guard.
“He’s swick. Why issun he bean taken cawe of?” (He’s sick. Why isn’t he being taken care of?)
The guard yawned and said,
“He seemed to be coughing since yesterday. I told him I’d call a doctor, but he absolutely refused.”
Well, of course he would hate doctors.
The doctor was the one who had spirited him away and made his life difficult.
The guard looked at me.
“Where did you pick him up from?”
“Fwom a guttuh.” (From a gutter.)
“A rare find. Everything rare comes from him, it seems.”
The guard crossed his arms and chuckled.
“He’s an interesting one to teach. Just by making him meditate for three hours straight, he’s already grasped breathing techniques.”
Saying this, the guard, no, the training instructor, smiled proudly.
