This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 174
“Riding on its back is not allowed, Erylotte.”
The twins’ voices were intimidating.
‘Why do they only get along so well during times like this when they usually fight all the time?’
Balzac and Joshua glared at me, pressuring me.
I had loved high places since I was young. Naturally, I had been looking forward to riding on Ragon’s back ever since he hatched from his egg.
But!
Due to the twins’ complaints that it was too dangerous, how many times have I ridden on Ragon’s back?
Exactly once!
Just once!
‘I’m so frustrated!’
And that one time, Balzac had screamed at me to come down as if he was having a heart attack, so I had to come down quickly.
When I came down, Joshua hugged me tightly, trembling, and I couldn’t even try again.
‘It’s not just them, even Father…’
He dismantled Ragon’s nest, shaking the logs and trying to throw them far away.
‘But that was when I was seven.’
Now I’m ten years old.
I can ride now, right?
Balzac now rides the incredibly ferocious KingGodUltra… no, Genera, every day.
As I was thinking that,
“Can we… ride on its back…?”
Abeno, seemingly not hearing the twins’ words, murmured in awe.
His expression looked like hearts would pop out of his eyes.
“First, throw more grapes. Ragon is waiting.”
“Sure! I think I’ve got the hang of it now!”
Abeno, nodding vigorously, grabbed a bunch of grapes and threw them to Ragon.
Snap!
Snap!
He wasn’t lying about getting the hang of it, as Abeno was now quite good at throwing the grapes.
While selecting another bunch of grapes, he spoke to me.
“In fact, I once raised an eagle at the castle, but it disappeared.”
When other third-generation kids tried to talk to him, he wouldn’t even respond, but he chatted away with me.
“Wow, an eagle? That must have been cool.”
“Yes. It was really cool. I was so sad when it disappeared.”
“How did it disappear?”
I asked because I was genuinely curious.
However, Abeno’s reaction was a bit strange.
His eyes, gazing into the distance, lost focus and grew hazy.
“When was it? When did it happen…?”
Mumbling to himself, Abeno grimaced and clutched his head.
“Ugh…”
“Your Highness!”
Abeno’s servant, who had been watching us from a close distance, rushed over.
“Ugh. My head hurts…”
Abeno was holding his head with both hands, in pain.
“Your Highness, please endure a little longer. There’s medicine in your room.”
I watched the servant take Abeno away, tilting my head in confusion.
‘Medicine?’
Is he not in good health?
* * *
After some rest, at the dinner table.
The third-generation kids, who had been too scared of Ragon to approach us earlier, were now eager to talk to Abeno.
Geoffrey, pretending to be very amiable, struck up a conversation.
“Your Highness, do you find the food to your liking? The chef is very skilled. Please try various dishes.”
Geoffrey wagged his tail enthusiastically right in front of Abeno.
But…
“This is delicious, Erylotte.”
Abeno focused solely on me.
It seemed his headache had improved after some rest.
“Erylotte.”
Abeno almost leaned against me, chattering non-stop.
“Does Ragon only like grapes? Doesn’t he like other fruits? What about meat?”
“Ragon isn’t picky. He eats all kinds of meat and loves any fruit he can get.”
Loreina, who was anxiously watching us, desperately tried to join our conversation.
“Your Highness, do you like birds? I also raise a pretty skylark―”
“Erylotte, can I ride on Ragon’s back if I grow taller?”
Abeno, now seemingly too tired to even put on a disinterested face, completely ignored Loreina.
I could see Loreina’s face turning red and blue.
Loreina, who had always dismissed my blessing as useless against offensive blessings, must have found it humiliating to be outshone by me.
I chatted with Abeno with a nonchalant expression.
“Well, even if you grow taller… I think you’ll still need His Highness the Crown Prince’s permission to ride on its back.”
Judging by the reactions of the twins and my father, it seemed like I’d never be able to ride on Ragon’s back, no matter how tall I grew.
“That birdbrain.”
“I’ll make skewers out of it…”
“Find out how long a steel crow lives. What? A hundred years?! I hope it lives only one year!”
While recalling my family’s reactions, Abeno spoke up.
“My father will probably allow it.”
Really?
