This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 250
After her release from prison, Jeanne had spent all her savings caring for her sick sister, leaving her desperate for a job.
But she couldn’t leave the capital for work elsewhere. The only doctor capable of treating her sister’s illness was in the capital.
Jeanne hesitated for a while.
Then, as if she had no other option, she let out a sigh and spoke.
“Then… I know it’s shameless of me, but…”
“Of course. I’ll write down the address for you. Please come here in three days.”
Han Ji-hyuk pulled a pen from his coat pocket and wrote the address on the envelope she was holding.
***
Three days later—
In front of the mansion.
Jeanne stared up at the enormous estate, looking bewildered.
This is a great noble’s house.
She had thought it might be, considering the address was in the First District, but she had never heard of any nobles living around here. That’s why she assumed it was a building used as a salon or a club.
But as she approached the front gate, the massive doors slowly swung open, and a man in a tailcoat stepped out.
He was an elderly gentleman, but his posture was strikingly dignified.
“Are you Jeanne Massif?”
“Ah… yes, that’s me.”
“Follow me. The interview room is this way.”
Jeanne followed the old man inside.
The mansion was even larger than it had appeared from the outside.
There aren’t many estates this grand, even in the First District.
As she looked around, a rumor she had once heard came to mind.
“Dame Massif, have you heard?”
“I’m no longer a knight, so you can drop the ‘Dame’.”
“Regardless. Astra’s second son has settled in the First District. You know, the father of that girl who owns the dragon.”
So this was Count Astra’s estate.
The man led her to what seemed to be a separate annex.
As she stepped inside carefully, she found a group of women sitting inside.
They all looked well-prepared.
Their hair was neatly styled, and they wore simple yet high-quality dresses.
Compared to them, Jeanne—dressed in trousers, a shirt, and a worn-out jacket—stood out in a stark contrast.
The women were chatting amongst themselves.
Then—
A burst of laughter stopped as someone’s eyes met Jeanne’s.
“You—!”
The woman who was harassing the child yesterday?
Canella and Jeanne scowled at each other.
The other women, noticing Canella’s reaction, looked at her curiously.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh… nothing. It’s just her… appearance.”
In an instant, all eyes turned to Jeanne.
Canella stood up and walked toward her with a lazy stride.
“Don’t tell me you came for the interview?”
“…I did.”
Canella let out a mocking laugh.
“Unbelievable. Seriously….”
“……”
“Let me give you some advice. This isn’t a place where someone dressed like that can just show up. You don’t even meet the bare minimum qualifications—what do you think you’re doing here?”
Hearing this, the other women gasped, covering their mouths.
“Oh my, Lady Canella actually said something like that…”
“Yes, she’s usually so considerate—she never speaks harshly.”
Feeling the weight of their attention, Canella smiled as if embarrassed.
“I just thought, wouldn’t it be disgraceful if someone like that represented Astra? Perhaps I’m being too nosy?”
“Not at all. You’re absolutely right.”
The women around her chimed in enthusiastically.
Canella snorted, looking at Jeanne with a smug smirk.
Jeanne glanced down at herself.
She didn’t particularly care about Canella’s words.
But… she did feel a bit unprepared.
They said to come in comfortable clothing, so I did. Maybe I should’ve asked for more details.
She recalled the conversation with the pink-haired girl.
“Do you need time to prepare? No, just wear something comfortable. What you’re wearing now is fine. I’ll explain everything else when you arrive. See you then.”
And then—
“Late for dinner! If this kid doesn’t go back home soon, her three brothers will throw a tantrum dance—!”
Then, off the girl went, being lugged under the other kid’s arm, running off in a hurry.
Jeanne had no idea what kind of “tantrum dance” the brothers would throw, but it must have been important.
So she hadn’t stopped her to ask more questions.
‘I suppose the master of this house might not be pleased to see me like this.’
Canella raised an eyebrow.
“By the way, who recommended you for the nanny position?”
…What?
Jeanne’s expression hardened for a moment.
“Nanny?”
“Why are you pretending you don’t know?”
Jeanne’s eyes widened in shock.
Nanny?
She had never even imagined such a thing.
She had spent her entire life wielding a sword—how could she possibly become a nanny?
Her hands, hardened by training, were rough with calluses.
With hands like these… how could she ever—
Canella crossed her arms and tilted her head mockingly.
“Are you sure you actually have a reference? If you forged it—”
“Oh my!”
“Oh dear!”
The other women gasped in shock.
Canella was certain.
‘There’s no way someone who looks like her—who was brawling in the streets—has a real recommendation.’
She must have faked it.
Feeling the women’s gazes supporting her, Canella curled her lips into a satisfied smirk.
“You did receive a recommendation, didn’t you? Who was it from?”
