This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 140
“Secwet?”
Conrad pulled out a rattling pouch from his bosom and handed it to me.
As I opened the bulky pouch, it contained a blessing stone.
When Conrad grasped the blessing stone, it vibrated and emitted light.
The light pointed…
‘At me!’
I was startled and looked at Conrad.
“It’s my blessing. <Tracking>.”
“Conrad, nwot a commonow…?”
“My mother was a noble. She eloped with my father, who was a commoner administrator, and they had me and my siblings.”
“Ah…”
That explained why Conrad had become the head of the information guild.
“Will you now share your secret with me?”
“…”
“I know this was an ‘ingredient’ left in the lab by the previous generation. I risked my life to embezzle the family’s assets.”
“…”
“Michelan and I discussed this. He too received instructions he couldn’t understand?”
I met Han Ji-hyuk’s gaze.
He grimaced and shook his head.
I sighed.
‘Yes, I need reliable people on my side for what’s to come.’
People who are not just supposed to be on my side but who are wholly loyal to me.
Conrad asked,
“Who are you, really?”
“I’m Ewywotte—Ewywotte who wetuhned to thwe pass.” (I’m Erylotte—Erylotte who returned to the past.)
“Wha?!”
Han Ji-hyuk exclaimed loudly.
‘You thought this was a transmigration story? No. Apparently, it’s a regression story.’
I then shared with them everything that had happened.
The truth, just as it was.
When I finished, their mouths were agape in astonishment.
“Regression…”
“Miss, that you had to go through such pain…”
“Then I’m not a character from a novel…”
Their reactions varied.
So, to summarize:
1- This world is not a novel.
2- My blessing activated and turned the events of this world into a novel posted on a website.
3- It seems the power that transformed the world’s events into <Grandvill> had summoned Dahlia.
The three men nodded.
“But who could be the one who cursed you…?”
“I dunno. Nwot all my memowies haff come back.”
I can’t remember who the man who cursed me was or how I came to die.
‘It seems the curse hasn’t been completely lifted yet.’
Or it could be a penalty for my regression.
“But thwis is one thwing I know—the cuwpwit is one of the diwect desenans of Astwa.” (But this is one thing I know—the culprit is one of the direct descendants of Astra.)
Everything that ruined my first life happened in the ducal castle.
“We have a lot to find out… It’s confusing.”
Michelan sighed.
‘No.’
The task is clear.
To make my father the duke.
To ensure no enemy can interfere in my life anymore.
* * *
Two weeks later.
The people of the Daymond jurisdiction watched with trembling eyes as the doctor and the healer examined me.
After exchanging glances, the doctor and healer nodded at the same time.
“The Young Miss is completely recovered.”
“It’s a full recovery.”
The lingering headache that persisted after I woke up was gone too.
There’s no pain when I stretch in the morning.
The officials simultaneously threw their arms up.
“Hooray!”
“Hooray, hooray!”
Then,
“Now the General will start working… hiiic.”
“Tonight ends the hell of overtime.”
It seemed they had a tough time, especially when my father was out of it, pushing development aggressively.
‘Poor uncles.’
The uncles will now leave work on time, and I will start working.
The day after receiving the clean bill of health, I began packing.
The twins followed me around with worried faces as I packed.
“Ery, are you really going back to the ducal castle?”
“Rest more.”
Absolutely not.
There’s too much to do.
My father tried to dissuade me numerous times, saying it was okay to rest, but I firmly told him.
“Daddy.”
“Yes.”
“Why awen’t you wuhking?” (Why aren’t you working?)
“…”
“If Daddy duhsn’t wowk, how will you waise youw babies?” (If Daddy doesn’t work, how will you raise your babies?)
“…I was about to go now.”
Good.
I managed to send my father back to work, and the officials looked at me with honey dripping from their eyes.
On the fifth morning after my recovery,
I boarded a carriage headed for the ducal castle.
