This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 4

Duke Astra entered the study with brisk steps. As soon as he took his seat, the administrators who had followed him spoke up.
“How could this be, for a three-year-old girl to interpret the ancient language?!”
Astra’s people did not believe that the young children would be able to perform well in this test.
In response to the administrator’s disbelief, someone else chimed in.
“It’s possible that the test questions were leaked.”
“Leaked?”
“It means someone might have known what sentences would be on the test and memorized them.”
The ancient language was still considered to be an enigma. With few deciphered words or spellings, it was challenging to make educated guesses. Even historical texts excerpted for the test hadn’t been fully interpreted.
Another administrator shook his head.
“The test questions were determined just before the main family members took their exams.”
“That’s right. Above all, how could ‘Miss Erylotte’ possibly have manipulated the exam?”
Her mother was a commoner, and her father was the Duke’s least favored son.
‘Which fool would dare leak the test questions for a lady like her?’
The administrators sighed in unison, acknowledging the truth of these statements.
‘Then, how in the world?’
Amid the collective head-shaking, one administrator spoke up,
“Perhaps Miss Erylotte’s abilities have awakened.”
“…!”
“…!”
In this world, nobles are born with unique abilities.
Precognition.
Super strength.
The power to make plants grow rapidly, and more.
Each ability was distinct. They referred to it as the ‘Blessing’. To be considered a noble, one had to be born with a blessing.
‘But Miss Erylotte is powerless.’
One administrator asked, “A blessing manifests before the closing of a newborn’s fonticulus anterior (the soft spot on a baby’s skull).”
“Yes, Miss Erylotte’s fonticulus anterior closed a long time ago.”
Hence, as soon as it was closed, she was sent to the twelfth tower where only members of the branch families stayed.
Duke Astra, who had been lost in thought, suddenly spoke.
“Bring Erylotte here.”
It was a frighteningly low voice.
***
Arriving at my grandfather’s study, I snuck glances at the people present. Administrators, scholars, and even nobles had filled the room. They showed me a book.
“Please read this.”
“…”
“Starting from the second line on page 72. Right here.”
I glanced briefly at my grandfather and then began to read the passage the administrator had pointed out.
“The fewst tower was thwus compweted. It was the fwuit of wabor.” (The first tower was thus completed. It was the fruit of labor.)
The scholars all gasped audibly.
“T-That’s… correct.”
The old man seemed so shocked that his eyes might pop out.
The administrators nodded, looking at Duke Astra.
“Indeed, it appears that the ‘Blessing’ has manifested.”
‘Well, it’s just because it’s written in Korean.’
It wasn’t that unusual for the ancient language in a novel written by a Korean author to be Korean.
However, it was within expectations that they’d think this way. In this world, most people attributed ‘unusual circumstances’ to the blessing.
The expressions of the nobles were subtle. The blessing was like a family asset, and having the ability to ‘read ancient language’ barely qualified as one.
The vassals began conversing.
“Well, at least it’s fortunate. She has the Blessing…”
“Should we assign a priest to Miss to develop her skills?”
“Yes. To develop the ability to ‘read ancient language’ and see what benefits can be gained—”
While people were talking, I continued reading the book. At a certain point, I read the text out loud, stumbling over the words.
“Thwe dwagon’s, bones, way buwied in thwe Mewten Pwain…” (The dragon’s, bones, lay buried in the Myrten Plain…)
“…!”
“…!”
Suddenly, all eyes were on me. One of the vassals with a stern expression asked,
“W-What did you say?”
“Mewten Pwain. Thewe’s bones. Hewe.” (Myrten Plain. There’s bones. Here.)
As I pointed to the text, people’s jaws dropped. Dragon bones were extremely valuable.
Weapons made from them boasted exceptional power because they surpassed even iron in strength.
However, their rarity meant that even with a lot of money, they were nearly impossible to acquire.
It was like discovering a diamond mine.
“A map! Bring a map!”
An administrator hurriedly brought a map, and the adults gathered around to confirm the location.
“This is where the ancient Myrten Plain was located.”
The vassals quickly presented the map to Duke Astra, who quietly looked at the map and said,
“Confirm if this is true.”
The administrator rushed out.
I looked at my grandfather with a calm expression.
‘It’s true.’
It was clearly written in this historical text.
‘Besides, it’s going to be discovered soon.’
In a few months, it would be found during the construction of a temple.
I silently chuckled to myself.
‘Since it’s going to be found anyway, I might as well take credit for it.’
