This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 209
Dad spoke to Grandfather.
“I’ll take him in. That kid.”
Blitzen’s eyes subtly wavered.
“Then Blitzen will be under Daymond’s care—”
Just as Grandfather was about to conclude, Dad added a word.
“While we’re at it, please change Blitzen’s name as well.”
‘Huh? No way.’
I realized it immediately upon hearing those words, and it seemed Blitzen did too.
Dad had heard everything that Blitzen and I talked about in the courtyard.
The words Blitzen had said about how he would always be reminded of Noarizen as long as he kept that name.
‘So he knew.’
Grandfather glanced at Dad.
“He’s your child, so it’s not something you need to ask me about. Do as you wish.”
“Then I’ll give him the name ‘Lysmond.’”
The twins, Blitzen, and I all looked at Dad in surprise.
‘We all know what Lysmond means.’
Uncle Lysian, the twins’ biological father.
Daymond, my father.
‘Lysmond combines the two.’
Balzac and Joshua were still blood relatives from Dad’s full-blooded brother.
So, strictly speaking, the twins and I were more closely related compared to Blitzen.
That’s why Dad gave Blitzen the name ‘Lysmond’.
‘So he wouldn’t feel out of place among us.’
Dad doesn’t look the part, but sometimes he’s incredibly kind, and I can’t help but admire it.
Grandfather looked at Dad with a steady gaze.
And then…
“Alright.”
He gave his approval. With Grandfather’s permission, the twins and I turned to look at Blitzen—no, Lysmond.
“Take care of us, Brother Lysmond.”
“It’s my job to trim Erylotte’s nails.”
“I’m the one who reads her books.”
Lysmond’s eyes softened as he burst into laughter.
It was a genuine smile, the first I had ever seen.
And just like that, I gained another older brother.
A normal one, unlike the twins.
* * *
…Or so I thought.
I looked with a weary expression at the four men standing before me, hands clasped behind their backs.
“What is it?”
I asked, but the four men remained silent.
I closed my eyes and pressed my temples, speaking again.
“Tell me. Why did you get into another fight?”
And this time, even Lysmond was involved?
Balzac shouted, looking truly indignant this time.
“A 23-year-old sent you a marriage proposal! The guy is insane!”
It’s not like he’s really interested in a ten-year-old like me—it’s because I’m the only young lady of the Daymond Jurisdiction.
‘He’s trying to form a marriage alliance no matter what.’
Of course, I found it ridiculous too.
But couldn’t they have handled it quietly?
Like a true villain family, by ruining the other family or finding their weakness to torment them forever, so they’d never dare suggest such a thing again!
I bit my lip and said,
“Whoever busted Young Lord Polliron’s g***n, raise your hand quietly.”
Lysmond quietly raised his hand.
…I’ve been betrayed.
I thought he was normal!
* * *
Meanwhile, at the ducal castle—
Viscount Debussy smiled brightly as he picked up a teacup.
It had been a long time since he’d had a moment of leisure.
He had been so busy dealing with the series of incidents that he hadn’t had a moment to breathe.
Viscount Debussy glanced at Duke Astra and said,
“Now that most of the issues have been resolved, why not enjoy some peace?”
The Duke ignored Viscount Debussy’s suggestion and continued flipping through documents.
“Never mind that. What about the Emperor?”
“He’s feigning ignorance about the Teleportation blessing stones.”
“And Count Talos?”
“He’s at the salt flats.”
The Talos family was desperately searching for him, but…
‘They won’t be able to find him.’
He’s lost his mind completely and doesn’t even know who he is anymore, so how could they find him?
Viscount Debussy’s lips curled into a smirk.
The confiscation of Noarizen’s assets was settled.
The matter of Blitzen’s—no, Lysmond’s—adoption was resolved.
Viscount Debussy took a sip of tea.
‘This is wonderful.’
The weather was nice, and the breeze felt good.
The mansion had been on high alert around the clock due to the incidents involving Blitzen—no, Lysmond.
It had been overwhelmingly busy.
It was a struggle just to reject all the resignation letters submitted by the lower staff. Truly.
But now, this sense of leisure was…
Finally, he would be able to go fishing, something he hadn’t been able to do because of how busy he was.
He hadn’t even unpacked the fishing rod he bought four months ago.
Now, he could go fishing, get some sleep, and burn the pile of resignation letters…
Viscount Debussy was smiling contentedly when—
Knock, knock, knock!
There was a hurried knock at the door.
It was a sound that gave him a very ominous feeling.
