This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 190
After playing with Ragon to my heart’s content, I returned to the Daymond Jurisdiction.
When I entered Dad’s office, he was intently studying a map.
Next to the map was a pile of documents detailing the tangerine production by country.
‘No way…’
I didn’t want to believe it, but it seemed like I was right.
Just like the last time he brought back a mountain of grapes because I offhandedly mentioned that I liked them, this time he was planning to bring back a ton of tangerines.
‘…By conquering the largest tangerine-producing country.’
No, please don’t!
But if I said something directly, Dad would just get sulky.
I sat down on the sofa in clear view of his desk and opened a book.
Casually, as if it were no big deal, I said,
“Dad, I think we can stop bringing home fruit now.”
Dad looked up at me.
“I haven’t received the Order of Merit yet.”
Once you receive the Order of Merit, you’re granted a title.
The rank of the title varies depending on the circumstances.
But since Dad is a son of the Astra Ducal family, he could at least get the title of Viscount, and if he’s lucky, even Count.
‘If that happens, he’ll be on par with Uncle Grimier, who received the title of Count last year.’
Goodbye to the hollow title of “general”!
But—
‘I don’t want him to keep getting injured to aim for that.’
It upsets me.
Even my dazzling platinum medal couldn’t get Dad a title.
Being ranked number one among the third generation only matters within the third generation itself.
For now, Dad was benefiting from the little bit of divine protection I could give him, knowing that he was the protagonist of the novel.
But how long would that last?
‘The protagonist’s buff doesn’t last forever. The plot could take a turn into a crisis at any time.’
The protagonist doesn’t only get buffs.
There are also crises, hardships, and obstacles that come with the journey.
There’s always a time when something so heartbreaking happens that even the reader’s heart pounds with fear.
‘If that kind of crisis were to hit Dad—’
There aren’t many things that would really affect my emotionally reserved dad.
It would either involve me, the twins, or a severe injury to himself…
‘Stop thinking about it!’
The very thought was horrifying, so I quickly forced it out of my mind.
“We don’t need tangerines. We have white crystal now. Viscount Debussy told me that you’ve been the talk of the town at the capital lately.”
That’s why it might be better to leave a lasting impression on the people of the capital rather than going off on a campaign to another country right now.
This would cement his reputation.
Dad immediately understood what I was hinting at.
“The capital, huh…”
He leaned back deeply in his chair, starting to seriously consider it.
‘Dad is the type who listens carefully and sincerely thinks about what his young daughter says.’
My dad is such a good dad.
Objectively speaking, but especially from my point of view, he’s the best dad in the world.
Watching him ponder my words made my heart feel all warm and fuzzy.
It didn’t take long for Dad to make a decision.
“…It would be a shame to miss this opportunity.”
Yes!
I subtly pushed the papers about tangerine production far off to the side.
“So, I was thinking… how about meeting up with your friends in the capital?”
“…?”
Dad looked at me with a puzzled expression.
His gaze was straightforward and confident, but—
‘That look says, “What friends?”’
“…”
I fell silent for a moment.
‘It’s okay. I don’t have any either.’
I’ve been stuck in the Astra estate my whole life, so it’s not like I’ve had any opportunities to make friends.
But Dad’s different!
“Your friends from the academy!”
Dad had a terrible relationship with Grandpa, so he left Astra’s family education early and went to the academy instead.
Even just seven years ago, despite all his talent and achievements, Dad had been managing one of the poorest estates because of that.
Instead of undergoing Astra’s family education, Dad went to the academy, where he met his friends—uncles who were all part of the central nobility.
Dad might not think of them as friends, but I know.
‘They think of him as a friend!’
One of those uncles even helped me in my previous life when I was all alone after Dad passed away.
I was so grateful for the support he gave me when I had no one else to rely on.
“And how did you come up with that idea?”
Dad’s question made me flinch.
“Umm, Conrad mentioned it.”
“Conrad Marshal, huh… Well, he’s not wrong.”
