This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 41
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Arriving at the Daymond jurisdiction, I exclaimed, “Wow~!”
My father’s jurisdiction was impressive. It might not have been highly developed as it was the farthest from the dukedom’s castle, but that gave it an air of dignified tranquility.
The jurisdiction seemed to preserve historical sites intact.
I held onto my father’s pants and entered the courtyard.
On the main path, officials were bustling about, holding stacks of documents. On either side, servants were lined up orderly.
“We welcome your return, sir.”
“We welcome your return, sir.”
As soon as the greetings were over, a woman in a red dress approached from the center, walking elegantly.
“Goodness, Lord Daymond. It has been so long. I was worried you might have been injured on the battlefield, and I…”
The woman spoke with a handkerchief covering her mouth, gazing at my father with sparkling eyes.
‘Who is she?’
She looked to be in her early to mid-thirties. Her attire was not that of a servant, just an ordinary dress.
Enzo introduced the woman.
“This is Lady Rachel. She’s the housekeeper.”
“Aha.”
I nodded.
‘Mrs. Rachel has been in charge of the jurisdiction while Father was away.’
Typically, when the head of the household was absent, their spouse would manage the estate. But as Father had no spouse, Mrs. Rachel stepped in.
Mrs. Rachel smiled at me.
“It’s nice to meet you, Young Miss.”
“Hewwo.”
“Oh my, you’re adorable.”
Rachel chuckled lightly and then turned her gaze to my father.
“I will take your coat, sir.”
“No need.”
Father, without even looking at her, declined and looked in my direction.
“Erylotte, I’ll show you to your room…”
As he began to speak, all eyes turned toward him like a flood.
The employees, holding mountainous stacks of documents, were looking at Father with an intense eagerness, but that eagerness soon turned into gloominess.
It was apparent enough that even I couldn’t help but notice.
‘Well, considering it’s been five years, work probably got piled up like crazy.’
Even if others have endorsed it, they would still need the master’s approval.
“Ewywotte, can gow awone!”
At that moment, the expressions of the officials brightened significantly.
My father replied.
“Even so, I—”
“Awone!”
“But—”
“I can gow awone!”
“…”
My father fell silent, and the officials, who had been waiting for this moment, rushed to him.
“The city walls have collapsed, but there’s no money for reconstruction…!”
“The well is so old it’s falling apart, but there’s no money…!”
“There was a fire in the village, but we couldn’t provide aid…!”
Father was led away by the sobbing officials.
Mrs. Rachel, watching this, chuckled lightly.
“We should send some tea and snacks to the meeting room.”
“I, well, if I do that, what about the Young Miss…”
In response to the servant’s words, Mrs. Rachel turned her gaze towards me, then, she glanced at Enzo, who stood somewhat hesitantly, and smiled warmly.
“Of course, I’ll personally escort the Young Miss to her room. Let’s go, Young Miss.”
I followed Mrs. Rachel upstairs.
“The staircase that leads to your room is right here. The room is that way…”
While providing a brief explanation, Lady Rachel stole a glance at me.
“Young Miss.”
“Uh-huh?”
“Has General Daymond ever been involved in any rumors about women?”
“…?”
“I mean, some talks about your mother, for instance. He spent a night with her on the battlefield and accidentally had a child… besides that, are there any other stories about women?”
Who is this person?
Why would she ask a child such questions?
If I were an ordinary child, I would have been shocked beyond belief.
Mrs. Rachel held me by the shoulders and leaned slightly towards me, a demeanor one would use with the master’s child.
“Why is it that women cling to General Daymond or the elderly in the ducal city persistently push for his marriage? Do you know?”
“…No.”
Mrs. Rachel shrugged.
“You’re no help, then.”
Muttering so, she pointed to a room with her fingertips.
“The room is that way. Then, I’ll be off.”
With that, Mrs. Rachel descended the stairs.
Having only encountered exceptionally polite people at the ducal castle, I was left bewildered.
There was no one like this in the Twelfth Tower.
‘There must not be any other children here, so I guess they think a three-year-old knows nothing.’
But children are surprisingly perceptive and smart.
They often remembered who looked down on them and what was said to them.
