This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 207
I looked at Blitzen. His head was gradually lowering, just like I used to be in the days of Yoo Hyemin. It felt like sparks were flying from my eyes.
“Don’t lower your head when you’ve done nothing wrong!”
“……”
“The environment is never a child’s fault.”
“……”
“Just because your parents don’t treat you as precious, doesn’t mean you aren’t precious.”
“……”
“Being born itself is a miracle, making you a very special and valuable person.”
I wasn’t sure who I was saying this to. Was it to Blitzen? Or was it to Yoo Hyemin?
But one thing was clear: there wasn’t a single lie in what I said.
“Y-Yes, Blitzen. You are so precious—”
The insane Noarizen was about to spout nonsense again, so I stomped down hard on the back of his hand.
Noarizen shouted furiously.
“You, you…!”
Even though he had been weakened, he was still an adult man. He probably thought he could handle a ten-year-old like me even in his current state.
‘Why do you think there are guards here?’
There was still Grandfather in the jurisdiction, and Father, the master of the house, as well as the fearsome twins.
And I had a monster on my side too.
‘Just calling Ragon would make him foam at the mouth…!’
Go ahead, move even a finger.
As I glared at Noarizen, seething with anger, Blitzen spoke.
“Do not raise your voice.”
Both Noarizen and I flinched.
The chill in his voice was so sharp, it reminded me of Grandfather or Father.
“B-Blitzen, how could you side with this insolent girl against your own father—!”
“You always claimed to love me, yet you blamed everything on me.”
“W-What?”
“She told me none of it was my fault.”
“She doesn’t have to take responsibility! She’s not responsible for you, so she can say whatever she wants, Blitzen!”
“And does responsibility, to you, mean abusing your child?”
It was clear how good of a son Blitzen had been to Noarizen all this time.
Just one retort was enough to make Noarizen look as if he couldn’t believe it.
Blitzen spoke to the dumbfounded Noarizen.
“When I was desperately holding onto your love, I couldn’t see it. But once I let go, I finally understood.”
“Blitzen?”
“Just how shallow and worthless your affection was.”
“S-Son.”
“So…”
Blitzen looked at the trembling Noarizen with an indifferent gaze.
“Just as you always abandoned me in favor of your own desires, this time, I am going to abandon you.”
Thud!
Noarizen stared at Blitzen with a face that looked as if he’d been struck by lightning.
That piece of trash must have thought Blitzen would save him.
How despicable, demanding love from a child he never truly cared for.
Blitzen spoke in a calm, steady voice.
“Goodbye.”
“Blitzen!”
Noarizen screamed, and I grabbed Blitzen’s hand.
“Let’s go.”
“…Okay.”
Unable to contain my frustration, I kicked Noarizen once more as we left.
Blitzen let out a faint smile.
.
.
Noarizen was transferred to the duchy in the morning.
He was tied tightly to a large tree, pelted by stones thrown by the townspeople.
And exactly fifteen days later, word spread throughout the Astra residence that Noarizen had taken his own life.
It was said that by the time he died, Noarizen’s hair had turned white, making him look like Grandfather.
It was clear he had suffered immensely over those fifteen days.
* * *
Thus, Noarizen’s case was finally over.
Blitzen had been staying with us in the jurisdiction during this time.
I woke up early in the morning, dragging myself out of bed like a sickly chicken.
“Ugh…”
Mornings are so difficult.
I used to be able to jump out of bed easily when I was younger.
‘If it’s this hard at ten years old, how hard will it be when I’m twenty?’
What about thirty, or forty?
People who get up early in the morning and go to work deserve respect, really…
Blitzen was already out in the courtyard.
I greeted him first.
“Good morning, Brother Blitzen.”
“Yes. You’re up early.”
“Mm-hmm.”
I was about to pass by when I stopped and called him back.
“Oh, your arms.”
I checked Blitzen’s arms every day.
He extended it out naturally.
I gently rolled up his sleeves.
‘Hmm. They’re healing well.’
“Don’t forget to apply the ointment. The wounds need to heal quickly so you won’t have to think about that horrible man anymore.”
It would be best for Blitzen to forget about Noarizen quickly.
Blitzen chuckled softly and said,
“Even so, I’ll probably still think about him.”
“Why?!”
“Because, from the name ‘Noarizen,’ you get ‘Blitzen,’ which means ‘beloved.’”
“……”
Blitzen patted my head and walked away.
I stood there, watching his back.
I heard that Aunt Aisa was kind, gentle, and capable… but her taste in men and naming sense were not so great.
Then, someone placed their hand on my head again.
I turned to see that it was my father.
“Dad.”
“Why are you looking at Blitzen like that?”
My father asked kindly, as he looked at Blitzen’s back with me.
‘Hmm…’
I thought about telling him what was on my mind about Blitzen but then shook my head.
“It’s nothing.”
There was no point in bringing it up—it would only make him worry.
It’s not like Blitzen’s name was going to change.
“Let’s go have breakfast!”
“…Alright.”
I took my father’s hand and headed to the dining room.
After a storm had passed, the duchy began to sort things out.
It started with confiscating all of Noarizen’s assets after his death.
While there wasn’t much money left, there was one incredibly valuable thing.
The <Teleportation> blessing stones.
Noarizen had been keeping all the <Teleportation> blessing stones.
There was only one that had been with Count Talos, and that was recovered as well.
So now we had four treasures, each worth as much as a mansion.
But even more important was the notebook that had been kept in the Aisa jurisdiction’s vault.
It was…
‘A notebook detailing how to extract blessings from people.’
The direct descendants were, quite literally, in an uproar.
“If such a thing exists, it’s truly incredible, isn’t it?”
If blessings could be extracted and manipulated, it would be possible to create the world’s greatest magical army.
Everyone had their eyes on it, but naturally, the one who would inherit it was Blitzen.
So, it was only natural that Blitzen became the focal point of the storm within Astra Manor.
