This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 43
“Huh?”
There was no change in Father’s expression.
As if he already knew.
The employees standing against the wall were trying their best to suppress their laughter, but they couldn’t hide their trembling lips.
Rachel tightened her grip on her apron and then spoke with a forced smile.
“Come to think of it, there was something I requested at the barracks. Excuse me.”
Rachel left as if she were running away.
I looked at Father.
“Wayshul wikes Fathew?” (Rachel likes Father?)
When I asked again, inquiring just to confirm, Father calmly looked at his paperwork.
“You don’t need to care about that.”
“…?”
“That’s how most of them are.”
It was an incredibly brazen statement.
If someone else had said it, they would have received criticism for it, but it made sense in this case.
Because it was an overly emphasized theme in ‘Grandvill’.
Daymond Astra was handsome, period.
He was very popular among women.
Occasionally, he received advances from men too… Anyway, that’s how it was.
‘The reason for Father’s misanthropy probably started because of that popularity.’
There were times when they tried to feed him cookies they claimed were made with strands of hair and fingernails, saying it was a love potion.
There were also times when they jumped in front of him, saying they would make him remember them for a lifetime…
‘In that case, misanthropy is bound to develop.’
I nodded inwardly and took a bite of the meatball.
Father glanced at me and reached out.
Then, he lightly wiped my lips with his thumb.
“It would be difficult for a child to eat pasta with this kind of sauce on it.”
“…”
“Your etiquette isn’t bad, so there’s no need for a tutor.”
Well, he certainly deserved to be very popular.
***
After finishing the meal, I left the dining hall.
‘I should go to the garden.’
All the soldiers who had come here said that.
They gave high praises for the night sky seen from the garden of the mansion in Daymond’s jurisdiction. They said no other night sky could compare to what you could see there.
Their constant praise had me very excited about it.
‘Well, where is the garden…?’
I asked the maids I passed in the corridor.
“Gawdin.” (Garden).
“Garden… Ah, are you looking for the garden? If you go to the east gate…”
The maids pointed out where the east gate was, then they looked at me and made a sound,
“Um.”
“It must be quite dark and scary.”
“Shall we accompany you?”
“Ywes!”
As I exclaimed, the maids stood by my side.
I held the hands of both of them.
“…!”
“…!”
They seemed surprised, so I alternated my gaze between the two.
“Oh, right.”
In my natural state, I always walked holding hands with Hilda and Greta. People here might find it awkward.
The central residence wasn’t suitable for a child to walk. The stairs were steep, there were many expensive decorations, and it was dangerous for a child to walk alone.
I tried to let go of their hands, but the maids quickly grabbed them again.
“Shall we hold your hands and go?”
“Wow, a child’s hands are warm.”
The maids walked with me, their faces slightly flushed.
“If you go this way, you’ll find the kitchen, and over there is the meeting room, and this way is…”
I made sure to remember everything the maids told me.
‘That’s Father’s study on the other side.’
While I was thinking that, Mrs. Rachel and other maids approached from the opposite side.
“What are you doing?”
Her voice was quite frosty.
The maids flinched.
“Oh, we were trying to show the Young Miss the garden…”
“Did you forget my words to go to the barracks? With 10,000 more soldiers, it’s chaotic enough as it is, and you’re standing around chatting?”
“…”
“The Young Miss is still a child. If the jurisdiction is already chaotic, don’t distract the busy ones.”
Mrs. Rachel put on a stern face and sighed as she adjusted her shawl.
“I’m sure there’s a lot to teach.”
A maid, who had been looking uneasy, spoke cautiously.
“I mean, we were returning because we were told that we didn’t have to go to barracks anymore, and it wasn’t because the Young Miss asked us to go—”
Smack—!
The maid’s cheek turned the other way.
I was taken aback and looked at Mrs. Rachel.
“Who do you think you’re answering back to?”
“…”
The maid who received the slap with her hand on her cheek lowered her head. The maids behind Mrs. Rachel giggled.
This seemed to be a common occurrence, and I wasn’t the least bit surprised.
‘This ahjumma…’
I scoffed inwardly.
What Mrs. Rachel had just done was not scolding the maid.
Violence can’t be considered discipline, and there was a different reason for slapping the maid in the first place.
‘She’s venting her frustration.’
It was undoubtedly because I embarrassed her in front of Father in the dining room.
She couldn’t hit me, so she hit the maid to make me scared.
I let go of the maids’ hands.
Seeing me do that, Mrs. Rachel’s lips curled up with satisfaction. She must have thought she had succeeded in scaring me as planned.
“Escoose me.” (Excuse me).
“Yes?”
“C’mere.”
“What?”
Mrs. Rachel leaned towards me, saying, “Speak loudly,” and crouched down towards me.
At that moment.
Smack!
I slapped Mrs. Rachel’s cheek.
