This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 212
As I was thinking that, I saw the imperial carriage approaching from afar.
Before long, the carriage arrived at the gates of the castle.
Once it stopped, a footman quickly ran over and swung the door wide open.
Hair as crimson as the sunset.
Blue eyes.
A beauty mark near the corner of her mouth.
I recognized her immediately.
‘It’s Imperial Consort Othellia.’
She gracefully approached Grandfather.
“It’s been a while, Duke Astra.”
“Yes, it has indeed.”
On the surface, it was a perfectly ordinary greeting.
But the looks they exchanged were intense and cold.
The two of them were currently in the same boat because of the First Prince, but that didn’t make them allies.
They were like snakes, thoroughly using each other, poised to strike at the slightest opening.
They were venomous serpents ready to sink their fangs into the other’s neck if given the chance.
‘The atmosphere is intense.’
Following behind her, a young boy stepped down from the carriage and stood beside the Empress.
He had the same crimson hair as hers.
Golden eyes, the symbol of the royal family.
That alone was enough to reveal his identity.
The ‘First’ Prince, Salvatore.
“I hope you’ve been well, Duke Astra.”
“Yes. I trust the prince has been well, too.”
“Thanks to you.”
After finishing his greeting, the prince glanced around, taking in his surroundings.
As his gaze swept across the area, it locked onto mine.
When he saw me standing next to my father, the First Prince smiled warmly.
“So, you must be Erylotte Astra.”
‘How does he know?’
We had never met before.
As I widened my eyes in surprise, the prince spoke in a sweet voice.
“You don’t know, but in the capital, they call you the Rose of Astra. You’re just as beautiful as I’ve heard. Nice to meet you. I’m Salvatore Kalsoy.”
The First Prince exuded an air of composure and politeness.
Even though he was the emperor’s only child, he didn’t come off as arrogant.
That’s why I found it all the more absurd.
‘Such a phoney…’
He was an enormous womanizer.
He pretended to be polite and well-behaved, but behind closed doors, he was a complete scoundrel.
I knew this well because I had seen it in my previous life.
Back then, Salvatore was staying at Astra Manor for some reason.
Originally, Dahlia was supposed to attend to him, but she suddenly fell ill, so I was sent in her place.
I had received the news in a hurry, so I scrambled to prepare and rush over to meet him.
I managed to arrive at the social club he was supposed to be in, just in time. But there he was, kissing a maid while high on some kind of drug.
His shirt was unbuttoned all the way down, and as I stood there, frozen in shock, he walked over to me with the maid still in his arms.
“Ah, so you’re the discarded granddaughter of Astra? The one with the dirty blood.”
He grabbed my chin and turned my head this way and that, as if he were appraising an object.
“Your face is quite decent… I like it.”
I was so pale, I didn’t know what to do.
It was my first time experiencing something like that, and the glazed, intoxicated look in his eyes terrified me.
Back then, I was so scared, my hands and feet trembled, and I couldn’t say a word.
‘If it were now, I would’ve slapped him across the face.’
I finished reminiscing and looked at Salvatore, who was smiling at me with a friendly expression.
He was still playing the part of the kind-hearted prince.
“I heard you were invited to Her Majesty the Empress Dowager’s tea salon?”
“Yes. I was given the opportunity to attend the winter tea salon.”
“Good. I hope we meet often.”
‘What is he saying, that future s-x offender.’
But I skillfully hid my thoughts behind a childish smile.
“It’s an honor to hear you say that!”
The second-generation members had gathered around the Imperial Consort, exchanging various greetings.
It was then that another imperial carriage arrived.
A woman stepped out of the pink carriage, her eyes also golden.
Pink hair that flowed down to her waist.
She had the appearance of a lady who seemed to exude, ‘I was raised very well.’
‘Anatoli, the former imperial princess.’
She was the daughter of the former emperor and the younger sister of the current emperor.
As she descended, holding onto the coachman’s hand, she frowned delicately.
“Sister, we need to change this carriage. The seats are too hard, and I could feel every bump along the way—”
She spoke while casting a brief glance towards the Astra bloodline.
But then,
‘Huh?’
The moment she saw my father, her expression changed completely.
Her eyebrows drooped, and she bit her lip…
Anyone could see the deep, emotional story hidden in her expression.
If this were a scene from a drama, it felt like a sad reunion BGM would start playing.
