This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 42
“First, let’s go to the room.”
I entered the room that Mrs. Rachel had pointed to.
“Wow…”
In the ducal castle, the room assigned to me was a hastily converted guest room, so it was comparatively small. However, the room I got in Daymond’s jurisdiction was very, very huge.
It had a bathroom, a toilet, a bedroom, a dressing room, a drawing room, and even a small personal library.
Soft-colored wallpaper.
Unlike the fancy-colored furniture in the ducal castle, there were warm-colored furnishings here.
A cute, plush carpet.
Moreover, the window was very, very large, and it had a lot of wooden elements.
‘It’s like a room from a fairy tale!’
The truth was, I had admired this kind of interior design since my time as Yoo Hye-min, so I really liked the room.
‘I wonder who told them to decorate the room so nicely.’
It didn’t seem like Mrs. Rachel, who was indifferent at best, had prepared it personally.
And the complaining officials who claimed they had no money didn’t seem likely to do it.
‘Then… Father?’
Through my experiences, I had realized that Father had a somewhat affectionate nature, unlike the rumors.
I jumped onto the bed.
“So fluffy… Wow, it’s nice.”
I might have felt a little dizzy from the carriage ride, but lying here was like heaven.
***
I spent the day in the room, and when it was time for dinner, I went down to the dining room.
Father was in the dining room, where dinner was prepared, and the person attending to him was Rachel.
When Father saw me, he said,
“Do you like your room?”
“I wike it!”
“Good.”
“Thane yew.”
“It’s nothing special.”
Rachel smiled and poured water into Father’s glass.
“Since it was the General who personally took care of it, of course she’d like it.”
Rachel’s gaze as she looked at Father was quite sticky. She had changed her clothes, wearing a luxurious dress that you might see at a ball.
The head butler’s attire wasn’t specifically designated differently from other butlers. However, they typically wear neat clothing. Yet her, as the housekeeper, was dressed in an overly splendid manner.
‘She must have feelings for Father.’
Considering what she asked me earlier, it made sense. After all, Father was still quite young at twenty-nine. Not to mention how handsome he was, possibly the most handsome man in Astra with his striking appearance.
Plus, he was a duke’s son, and he excelled in martial arts.
‘Of course she’d have a crush on him.’
Regardless, I focused on my meal. The menu featured my favorite dish, meatball pasta. I devoured the pasta, and Rachel lightly patted my cheek with a handkerchief.
“Oh my, Young Miss. You’ll need to relearn your table manners.”
While eating, Father, who had been reviewing documents, turned his gaze toward me.
Rachel covered one side of her face with her hand and sighed,
“These things are usually taught by one’s mother…”
Then she glanced at Father, somewhat flirty.
‘What the heck is this ahjumma saying?’
Although my muscles weren’t fully developed yet, I made an effort to eat like a ‘noble’. Etiquette was the area I received the most praise for in the Twelfth Tower.
“It’s okay, Young Miss. I’m here to help in various ways.”
Rachel continued,
“General, about the young lady’s table manners and education… How about I dine with her for a while?”
Saying this, Lady Rachel blinked her eyes widely.
‘Eh?’
Wouldn’t Father find it bothersome?
Regardless of what Rachel did, I had to make sure Father didn’t find me annoying. So I quickly spoke up.
“I’m owkay!”
I declared, and both Father and Rachel stared at me.
“I’m gonna lown a wot fwom my teachews.” (I’m going to learn a lot from my teachers.)
In other words, I would learn about it during my education at the ducal castle anyway.
The corners of Rachel’s lips twitched slightly.
“It’s better for her to get a little more accustomed before doing it in earnest. There will be discussions among the noble relatives, after all.”
“If Fathew helps, I’m gonna be fwine.”
“The General is a very busy man. If you want to be more considerate of your father, please leave this to me.”
It seemed like a forced attempt to teach something absurd to a child.
Rachel then took my hand—
‘Ugh!’
—it hurt badly.
As if she wanted to convey the message not to say anything more.
I sighed internally.
‘Seriously.’
Throughout the day, I had tolerated Rachel.
Her disregard for me in Father’s absence, as well as her manipulative behavior.
I let all that slide.
‘But I can’t tolerate violence.’
“Weiwd?” (Weird?)
I intentionally tilted my head to the side, and Father, along with the attendants holding the trays, looked at me.
“If Fathew’s busy, why is Wayshul gonna bother him duwing meawtimes?” (If Father’s busy, Why is Rachel going to bother him during mealtimes?)
“That’s…”
Rachel was taken aback, as if she didn’t know how to respond logically.
I didn’t miss that chance and clapped my hands loudly.
“Oh, Wayshul wikes Fathew!” (Oh, Rachel likes Father!)
In general, such things were usually known but not talked about. Rachel’s face turned bright red.
And as for Father…
