This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 145
Descendants from the direct line appeared on the second floor.
The previously chattering children’s attention suddenly focused.
“Hello, Lady Riantine!”
“Lady Deianira, it’s been such a long time!”
“Lord Balzac…!”
The Great Hall buzzed noisily.
The direct descendants flaunted their brilliantly blossomed talents and appearances.
It was a debutante ball that even the capital paid attention to.
Balzac leaned casually against the railing, his hand in his pocket.
His long red hair flowed down, exuding a wild charm.
Joshua walked over from afar, frowning.
With his neat blonde hair and lake-clear eyes, he captured the attention of the ladies.
If Balzac looked sculpted, Joshua seemed molded from finesse.
“Balzac.”
“Stop nagging.”
“Behave a little in front of others, will you?”
“I’ve been dragging the guards around the mountains for two days straight. I’m dead tired. Nag someone else about it, over there.”
Balzac gestured with his chin toward the first floor.
The unruly crowd of Geoffrey and his group.
The branch family members roamed among the crowd, acting as if they owned the place, visible even from a distance.
Riantine, who walked up beside Joshua, grimaced.
“Ugh.”
Her once shoulder-length curly hair had now grown down to her waist.
On the first floor, Deianira was seen struggling amidst the branch family members.
“Deianira!”
Riantine called out to Deianira, glaring, making the indirect descendants hesitate.
Deianira quickly made her way up.
“Were you stupidly stuck there again?”
“They started talking to me…”
“Idiot.”
The people on the first floor gasped, gazing at the direct descendants with enchanted eyes.
Balzac spoke as if annoyed.
“How long do we have to stay here?”
“Until Grandfather leaves.”
“I’m dying of boredom.”
Then, from somewhere, a young voice was heard.
“Don’t think about escaping, Brother.”
From a corner on the second floor, a person slowly walked towards the railing.
Fair, porcelain-like skin.
A beautifully curved face.
Eyelashes that sparkled like threads of gold.
Jewel-like bright red eyes.
Lips perfectly placed upon her face.
A beauty mark near her eye.
Long, lush blonde hair that reached her waist.
A girl whose appearance was as dazzling as if a rose had turned into a person.
The girl blinked as she looked at Balzac.
“You said you’d celebrate my debut.”
The first floor buzzed as the girl appeared.
“That’s Erylotte Astra.”
“The dirty blood?”
As someone murmured this, the people gasped, inhaling sharply, their attention drawn to the source of the sound.
At that moment, a man strode into the hall.
Now one of the most prosperous lords within Astra’s jurisdiction,
Daymond Astra.
“The father of the boy who just spoke. Come out quietly.”
Balzac leapt down from the second floor.
Joshua descended the stairs gracefully.
“The one who just spoke, come this way.”
The boy and the middle-aged man, presumably his father, turned pale.
The twins placed their hands on the boy’s shoulders, and Daymond put his hand on the middle-aged man’s shoulder.
“Smile.”
“Smile, smile.”
* * *
On the night the debutante ball ended.
The Daymond jurisdiction was as quiet as a dead mouse.
The servants all stood quietly against the wall, and the soldiers also bowed their heads.
Erylotte sat on the sofa with her arms crossed.
In front of the sofa, the twins sat side by side, kneeling.
Daymond stood with his hands behind his back next to his daughter’s sofa, cautiously gauging his daughter’s mood before he began to speak.
“About today’s events…”
As Erylotte glanced over, Daymond clamped his mouth shut.
Erylotte blinked.
Seeing her long eyelashes lower, Heidi and Betty momentarily forgot the situation and sighed, “Ahh…” then snapped back to attention.
‘Our lady is even more beautiful today.’
‘The rose, no, the ruby of Daymond Jurisdiction…!’
There wouldn’t be anyone in the distant capital who didn’t know about Daymond’s family of Astra.
Daymond Astra was famous for his beauty, but the twins and Erylotte had grown up to be exceedingly beautiful.
Especially Erylotte, who had become famously known as the forbidden fruit of Daymond’s rapidly growing jurisdiction over the past seven years.
Erylotte, with her graceful fingers, grasped a teacup and said,
“I appreciate and am sorry about the fight that started because of me.”
“Sorry, who should be sorry─!”
Balzac tried to get up but sat back down as Joshua elbowed him in the solar plexus.
Erylotte looked around and said,
“But did the soldiers have to stage a melee? Those were very important guests invited from the capital.”
Mosco, a 3-meter-tall soldier, protested,
“That was because Count Jean-teal was the first who sent his knights…!”
“They hid behind others begging for their lives.”
Balzac added,
“It was Young Lord Jeantel who first grabbed the iron…!”
“He used a tray to shield his head.”
Daymond also chimed in slightly,
“They refused to apologize despite being asked to…”
“Because Dad, you grabbed Count Jeantel by the tongue and told him to apologize.”
“…”
“…”
Erylotte looked around at the family members who had caused a huge brawl at the debutante ball.
“Anyone who cheered on Count Jeantel, raise your hand quietly.”
“…”
“…”
Daymond quietly raised his hand.
Erylotte closed her eyes tightly.
“Who called him ‘dead dog’s offspring’ when Grandfather arrived?”
“…”
“…”
Balzac quietly raised his hand.
Erylotte’s brow furrowed.
“The one who pretended to fight with Count Jeantel’s side but actually pulled off Uncle Valdrich’s toupee.”
“…”
“…”
Joshua quietly raised his hand.
Erylotte’s eyebrows twitched.
She slammed the teacup onto the saucer and stood up abruptly.
“How are you going to clean up this mess─!”
The shoulders of all the burly men twitched.
