This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 141
The maids, still worried about me, repeatedly said, “If your head hurts even a little, you must call a doctor.”
—After saying this about a hundred times, they finally let me go.
As soon as I arrived at the ducal castle, I headed to the office to greet my grandfather for the first time in a while.
Upon opening the door, I found Grandfather and Viscount Debussy sitting there.
“Miss, we were very worried about you.”
“Ewywotte, is heawfy now. Ewy sowwy.”
I bowed my head slightly as I spoke.
Viscount Debussy waved his hand dismissively.
“Why apologize for being ill?”
Grandfather just stared at me intently in silence.
Viscount Debussy spoke quietly to the sitting Grandfather.
“Don’t you have anything to say, Your Grace?”
“What’s there to say? She’s recovered, that’s all.”
“Thwen, Ewywotte is gowing now.”
Just as I was about to leave after greeting Grandfather, he said,
“Come here and sit down.”
His murmuring voice was somewhat frightening, so I timidly sat down again.
What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?
Abandon the third generation because they’re unhealthy, is that it?
All sorts of thoughts tumbled through my head as my eyes shook, when suddenly the butler knocked and entered.
Following the butler, maids came in carrying food.
The first maid presented a dish.
Fantasy fish tail cuisine.
It’s a famous nourishing food known as the pinnacle of tonics.
“Eat.”
“…Ywes.”
The second maid also extended a plate.
Exotic elixir pill.
A tonic famous among nobles, which they often smuggled in from overseas as a health supplement.
“Eat.”
“…Ywes.”
The third maid offered a plate too.
Nourishing herbs.
They’re worth their weight in gold.
“Eat.”
“…Ywes.”
I chewed the nourishing herbs diligently.
At this rate, my tummy’s going to burst from eating too much.
***
Duke Astra watched Erylotte burp, his face crumpling in displeasure.
“Why can’t she eat more? What, is she still unwell?”
Viscount Debussy looked at Grandfather incredulously.
‘I had them gather all this because Your Grace told me to.’
The information department had been fixated on these for two whole weeks.
‘People thought the Emperor had fallen gravely ill…’
Erylotte looked at Viscount Debussy with sad eyes.
The expression that seemed to plead for salvation prompted Viscount Debussy to intervene.
“Let’s stop here, Your Grace.”
“She’s hardly eaten anything!”
“Even medicine becomes poisonous if consumed in excess.”
“…”
Duke Astra furrowed his brows and ordered,
“Pack it all up and send it to Erylotte’s room.”
All of it?
Erylotte had a world-weary expression.
***
I left Grandfather’s room and walked towards the annex.
Since the new wing was unusable due to the explosion, the children were currently being educated there.
At the end of the corridor, I saw children loitering.
“Erylotte…”
“Hey!”
Deianira and Riantine ran up side by side.
Both had noticeably longer hair, and they seemed a bit taller.
‘Well, it has been half a year.’
Reaching right in front of me, Riantine glared sharply and said,
“Idiot! You got caught up in a magical explosion!”
“Don’t shout. She hasn’t long recovered.”
As Deianira began to tear up, Riantine bit her lip tightly and muttered, “Stupid.”
“I’m leaving. You should keep taking your medicine.”
Riantine walked away alone.
But after a short distance, she suddenly turned back to look at me.
“I— While you weren’t around, I did my best at the intermediate class! I’m one step ahead of you, got it?!”
As she said this, she sniffled dramatically.
She really was a character with a distinct personality.
Deianira asked me several times,
“Are you really okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Really, really?”
Before I knew it, I’d responded with this darn “Yeah” more times than I could count.
The maids behind us were getting teary again.
‘One tearful reunion scene is enough.’
With that, I said, “Later!” and whoosh, I ran out of the room again.
Running like that, I soon arrived at the second gate.
At the second gate, the needledog I saw last year was drooling and growling.
“Let’s become friends, okay? Not now, but in the future.”
I’m not scared at all now.
Grrr!
…Okay, maybe a little scared.
But the more I thought about it, the more astonishing it was.
‘It wasn’t because I released it that it rushed at Dahlia.’
Dahlia, staggering drunk, had charged at me, and the needledog had attacked to protect me.
I was just playing with the needledog that night.
From my pocket, I whipped out something hidden.
It was a wooden flute.
As I blew into the mouthpiece, the flute made a clear sound, and the growling needledog calmed down.
‘It’s made of white winter wood.’
