This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 44
I may be young, but I hit her with all my strength, so it must have hurt quite a bit.
“Th, th, this…!”
Mrs. Rachel’s face stiffened.
The maid who was about to take me to the garden and the other maids behind Mrs. Rachel were all extremely surprised.
“What do you think you’re doing!”
“Ewen owd wadies can get hit, too.” (Even old ladies can get hit, too.)
I strongly disliked violence, but that didn’t mean I was a pacifist.
If someone attacked me, I would retaliate.
Even worse, touching the people around me to pressure me was the most annoying thing I hated.
“You—”
I lightly grasped Mrs. Rachel’s hair and whispered.
“Be caweful. I won’t howd back.”
“…!”
It was not something that should come out of a child’s mouth, and Mrs. Rachel’s eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost.
I smiled at the pale and stammering Mrs. Rachel.
‘Did you think I would just take it because I’m young?’
I had experienced the harsh realities of social life. If you were pushed around here, you would be treated as an easy target forever.
I held the hands of the maids who were going to the garden with me again.
“Now, wet’s go!” (Now, let’s go!)
“Yes? Oh, yes…”
“Y, yes!”
I left Mrs. Rachel and the other bewildered maids behind and walked forward.
***
Bam!
Mrs. Rachel, who had harshly opened the door to the housekeeper’s office, came in and breathed heavily.
“Be caweful. I won’t howd back.”
‘What… Such a thing!’
It was definitely not something a child should say. From the way the child slapped her and the way she looked at her, it seemed like the kid wanted to do more than just slap her.
‘That thing is Lord Daymond’s daughter…?!’
The reason Mrs. Rachel could enter the jurisdiction was thanks to her late husband. Her husband, who was a knight, died in battle, and Daymond, her husband’s superior, took her in as a housekeeper.
At first, she felt uncomfortable.
A housekeeper.
She was a daughter of a baron, for christ’s sake.
But she had squandered her husband’s legacy on extravagances, so she had no choice but to work.
‘Becoming a housekeeper was the right choice.’
Thanks to Daymond not remarrying, she, as the head housekeeper, became responsible for the management of the jurisdiction’s internal affairs.
The castle of the Astra Dukedom’s second son. And she was the custodian of said castle.
Even the high-nosed nobles had to bow down to her.
Naturally, the servants dared not raise their heads.
Mrs. Rachel was like the queen of this beautiful castle.
Her goal was to marry Daymond and become the true lady of the house.
Daymond was pursued by other dukedom’s daughters, foreign royalty, and even the imperial princess, but he never yielded to any of them.
However, she was the one closest to him.
Daymond drank the tea she brought, wore the clothes she chose, and lived in the places she had touched.
‘I know it.’
He had feelings for her, albeit unexpressed.
He simply didn’t know what love was.
That was the only reason he didn’t know he was attracted to her.
‘If not, why would he return so quickly?’
Presumably, he missed her. So this time, she was determined to become his wife.
‘But that girl…!’
At first, she didn’t care about such a girl. When she heard that Daymond’s daughter was coming to the jurisdiction, she almost laughed.
She thought it was absurd to bring a daughter who had commoner blood into the family.
She believed that Daymond was cold on the outside but soft on the inside.
It was just a three-year-old girl.
As long as she didn’t interfere with their relationship, there was no need to pay her any mind.
The fact that Daymond had fathered a child with another woman was irritating, but she thought that once she became the true lady of the jurisdiction, she could easily remove that problem.
‘The price for humiliating me shall be paid in full.’
Rachel clenched the edge of the desk tightly.
***
I looked at the night sky with a delighted face.
‘It’s really beautiful…’
A night sky that seemed like it would rain stars.
I had only heard about it before, but seeing it in person was truly as beautiful as a dream.
‘The duke’s main residence and the Twelfth Tower make the sky look hazy at night because of the barrier.’
I was staring at the sky for a while, and then I felt someone’s gaze next to me.
“Huh?”
When I turned my head, the maids were looking at me with sparkling eyes.
I raised an eyebrow, and they quickly extended their hands.
“W-we didn’t mean to disturb your enjoyment!”
“Yes, we were just fascinated…”
Fascinated?
By what?
“Mrs. Rachel has never looked so flustered before.”
“Is Mwissus Wayshul scawy?” (Is Mrs. Rachel scary?)
I asked, and the maids vigorously nodded their heads.
