This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 166
‘Hmm…’
As I pondered deeply, I narrowed my eyes and looked at Conrad.
“Could it be. Just maybe!”
“Yes.”
“Are they inviting the children from the manor and saying the real distinguished guests of Astra are these budding sprouts… or something like that?”
Conrad shook his head sternly.
“That will not happen. Absolutely not.”
“Right. Of course not.”
I knew Grandfather’s character, but I still wondered, just in case.
Sigh.
Such a refreshing and heartwarming anime-like event wouldn’t happen in this world.
Conrad’s eyes also narrowed at my words.
“Miss, could it be. Just maybe.”
“Yes.”
“Gathering all the blood relatives of Astra and saying you are the true distinguished guests… or something like that?”
“That’s impossible. Absolutely not.”
“Yes, indeed.”
When I firmly cut him off as well, Conrad nodded too.
We both only mentioned it as a possibility, not because we really expected it.
‘If such a sweet family moment were to happen, a demon king would have to descend first.’
Even if Grandfather defeated a demon king, he wouldn’t create such a touching scene.
‘So who exactly is the distinguished guest?’
As I sighed, Conrad furrowed his brows.
“Since the situation is so strange, I’m starting to have weird thoughts.”
I nodded in agreement.
If we had about two weeks, it might make sense, but now there were only four days left, and the aide didn’t know?
The security is unbelievably tight.
“Are you preparing to host the guest, though?”
“Yes.”
“Let me know if there’s anything unusual.”
Like an allergy list or a particular preference for tea leaves.
Such seemingly trivial details can add up to form a person’s characteristics.
By understanding the meticulous preferences of the nobles, we might be able to identify the guest.
After finishing my conversation with Conrad, I was on my way out.
I saw a head of golden hair shining on the opposite side of the corridor.
It was Blitzen.
“Hello, Erylotte.”
Blitzen greeted me with a smile.
Blonde hair and red eyes.
Although he had the same blonde hair and red eyes as my father, he gave off a completely different atmosphere.
“Hello, Blitzen.”
Although he was a cousin I didn’t see often, he was still familiar since we had been in the castle together for seven years.
Just as I greeted him brightly and was about to pass by,
“The roses in the west garden.”
Blitzen spoke.
His voice was low enough that only I could hear.
When I turned back, Blitzen smiled and said something meaningful.
“They’re a bit different from before.”
“…?”
Blitzen gave a mysterious smile as he walked away.
“Ery?”
“Erylotte.”
The twins approached.
Balzac frowned while looking at Blitzen’s retreating figure.
“What’s with that nauseating smile?”
“It’s a handsome smile, though.”
When I said that, the twins quickly turned to look at me.
“What?”
“What did you say?”
They looked like they had just heard something unbelievable.
“Ery, when you say handsome, you mean someone like me.”
“No, like me.”
“Hmm? Everyone has different tastes.”
At my words, Balzac grimaced.
“Then who do you think is the most handsome!”
“I…”
I started to answer but hesitated.
Their expressions were as if they’d kill me if I gave the wrong answer.
“Uhh, Balzac and Joshua are the most handsome.”
Their faces immediately brightened, but they quickly tried to hide it.
‘But I saw it all.’
Balzac arrogantly raised his chin.
“Good grief, you’re already ten and still think I’m the best. …But what do you like about me?”
“I’m happy, Erylotte. …But what do you like best about me?”
I felt tired and my eyes grew cloudy.
“I need to look around, so see you later.”
“Okay! Because we’re handsome!”
Balzac and Joshua beamed and saw me off.
I quickly walked down the corridor, thinking about Blitzen’s words.
‘The roses in the west garden are different from before?’
What’s this? Is there a hidden meaning in the roses in the west garden?
I tilted my head in confusion.
It was strange that Blitzen would say something like that.
We’re not particularly close, and he didn’t seem like the type to care about others.
‘Still, I should check it out.’
They say even if you cross a stone bridge, you should check it first, so it’s essential to verify a bridge you don’t know the material of.
Conveniently, there was an exit to the west garden on my way, so I went there.
Looking at the roses Blitzen mentioned,
I tilted my head again.
“How are these roses any different?”
They’re the same red roses.
Just as beautiful as before.
I thought maybe I wasn’t seeing them clearly from afar, so I got closer to observe, but I couldn’t find any noticeable differences.
‘Still, you never know.’
Just because I don’t notice doesn’t mean others won’t.
