This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 23
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Getting the rest of the ingredients was easy because the castle had everything.
I could obtain most ingredients by showing my palms saying, “Whit fwouw pwease.” (Wheat flour please.) here and there.
I got flour in the kitchen, moonflowers in the herb warehouse, and didn’t forget to get horse milk in the stable.
And so…
‘Nice!’
One day before my grandfather’s birthday, I completed the elixir.
There were only two bottles because there was only one flower of green lavender, but it was enough.
I was so elated that I smiled heartily.
The maids who were coming in at that moment struck up a conversation with me.
“You’ve been in your room today.”
“Am’not gowing out anymowe.”
Since I had completed the elixir.
The maids looked happy when they saw me in a good mood and chuckled.
“It’s a relief. Miss, you should try on a dress today.”
I had ordered a dress for myself from the administrative office for my grandfather’s birthday banquet. It was probably finished today.
I headed to the drawing room.
The people from the boutique had already come, and there were several dresses laid out.
Mrs. Rita, the head of the boutique, spoke kindly,
“Do you like it?”
Of course!
I approached the people holding the dresses.
“Wow, woooow—!”
They were so beautiful that I couldn’t even speak.
The hem reached only until my ankles so the child who’d wear the dress wouldn’t trip over it.
Various jewels were adorned on the gold-thread embroidery, making it look like flowers blossoming on a vine. It was truly a dress fit for a noble child.
“Pwetty…”
As I covered my cheeks with my small hands and made a soft exclamation like “Woooooaaaah”, laughter broke out around me.
Hilda seemed to find my excitement cute and giggled.
“Mrs. Rita is the best designer in the Astra estate!”
“Oh, please, don’t praise me so much.”
“It’s not praise. Even the nobles asked for Mrs. Rita, and they were turned away!”
Come to think of it, it was strange.
Rita was a popular designer who had received high praise for her unique and beautiful clothes during the last party season.
So why did she make a dress for me, who had no power?
Rita gently cupped her cheek with her hand and said, “Lord Conrad can be quite intimidating.”
“Lord Conrad?”
“When he placed the order, he told me to sign a contract.”
“Contract?”
“Yes. This is the first time we’ve seen something like that in our boutique that’s dedicated to the nobility.”
“I suppose so. Who would dare to make a deal while sewing clothes for noble ladies?”
“We certainly can’t push contracts on our own.”
“Yes…”
“But when I signed the contract, it turned out to be an agreement that the boutique could only work on one dress for the Duke’s birthday banquet.”
“Oh my!”
“So, this time, we only worked on Lady Erylotte’s dress.”
‘Conrad, amazing!’
Naturally, it was common to put more effort into the clothes of those of higher status.
That’s why Conrad had made sure that I was the only one they worked on, ensuring they didn’t take other orders.
I was afraid that Mrs. Rita might skimp on my order because she’d be working to the bone on other dresses, but.
‘He’s seriously so good at his job.’
I beamed, proud to have made Conrad my person.
But then, at that moment.
An agitated voice came from the open door of the drawing room.
“You idiots! You couldn’t get even a single one?!”
“It’s probably a legendary item, so…”
“Nothing in Astra is unattainable if you put your mind to it!”
It was Riantine. Her face was flushed, and she was venting her frustration to her nanny.
“It’s just that your efforts aren’t good enough. You’re all looking down at me just because I’m the lowest ranked among the direct descendants!”
“Why don’t you try getting something else? Tomorrow is the birthday banquet, after all…”
“Shut up! The Dragon God’s Egg! It has to be the Dragon God’s Egg!”
Riantine shouted angrily and turned her head. As I was inside the drawing room, I met her eyes.
Her gaze landed on me, and her expression contorted.
The people in the fitting room quickly curtsied, and the maids did the same.
“We convey our greetings to the Young Lady.”
“I thought you refused my order because of my cousin…”
“…”
“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t take the order. Could I stand wearing a dress made by someone with no taste?”
Riantine said, advancing towards me. She picked up the inkwell from the table and splashed it onto my dress.
“Goodness!”
“Oh my god…”
Hilda and Mrs. Rita were in shock.
Riantine, without giving them a glance, stared at me.
“There. I made it pretty just for you. Aren’t you thankful?”
After throwing the inkwell to the floor, she smirked.
I crouched down and picked up the inkwell.
“Young Miss…”
Hilda, who seemed to think I was very disappointed, looked helpless.
But I…
Thwack!
“Kyaaah!”
I hurled the inkwell at Riantine.
“…!”
“…!”
“…!”
Everyone in the room opened their mouths in astonishment.
Riantine, hit by the inkwell on her shoulder, was in shock.
“What exactly are you…”
“You said it’s pwetty.”
“Wh, what?”
I smiled broadly.
“Sistew, too, I make yew pwetty!”
Riantine’s face turned beet red.
She trembled for a while and then suddenly raised her hand.
“This thing…!”
“What is the meaning of this?”
