This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 47
‘He looks really shabby though.’
On the outside, he looked like a typical poor, ordinary old man.
He looked at the piece of paper I was holding and said,
“Very busy with your studies, I see.”
“Ywes.”
“That’s excellent. But wouldn’t it be better to go inside now? There will be an imber (rainshower) soon.”
I was surprised.
‘He’s using aristocratic vocabulary.’
And ‘imber’ was a word that only old people used nowadays.
‘There’s something to it.’
I pretended to be surprised and took a deep breath.
“Gwanpa, you’we a mage! How dwid yew know that?”
I acted surprised, even though I knew that he was probably aware of the coming rain because of joint pain, maybe.
Then, I breathed deeply and quietly hinted at what I wanted.
“Mistew Mage, pwease tell me youw name.” (Mister Mage, please tell me your name.)
The old man seemed to find me adorable and smiled warmly.
“I am Michelan.”
‘Michelan?’
I felt like I’d heard that name somewhere before…
Was there a character with this name in ‘Grandvill’?
I knew the names of the main characters well, and his name wasn’t among them.
“Well, I’m going now. Have a good day, Young Miss.”
“Uh-huh.”
I tilted my head as I watched Michelan walk away.
‘It’s not a common name.’
Where had I heard it before?
While I was pondering this, something suddenly fell.
Just as Michelan had predicted, a shower began.
‘I should go inside for now.’
My health hadn’t been great since I arrived in Daymond’s jurisdiction.
I had been quite exhausted from recent work.
‘Getting caught in the rain here would be the last thing I need right now.’
I entered my room with the paper in hand.
Even after coming back to my room, I kept mulling over the old man’s name.
‘Michelan, Michelan, Michela…’
I pondered his name for a while when my eyes suddenly widened.
That’s right, it’s him!
“These days, dealing with people has become quite a challenging task. Well, our servant this time… [omitted]… I wonder if there’s no one like Michelan.”
It was the same Michelan mentioned in that passage.
‘Yes, it’s him. Michelan, the chief steward of the late previous emperor consort’s palace.’
The Empress Dowager despised even the thought of the late consort being buried in the imperial family’s tomb. She tried to control the consort’s final resting place, but…
‘Michelan, who served as the chief steward of the late imperial consort, didn’t let her get away with it.”
Despite the efforts of the Imperial Palace’s administrators, not a speck of dust emerged even after they had investigated for three months.
Loyalty to the deceased master.
Exceptional skills.
This made him the epitome of the servants.
Ironically, he was expelled from the palace due to the Empress Dowager’s anger and became virtually unemployable anywhere else.
‘So, that Michelan was in the Astra estate.’
Well, in a place like this, even the Empress Dowager couldn’t wield her influence.
It was known as a city of criminals, and it was incredibly easy to disappear here.
I was thinking along those lines when I heard something.
Knock, knock.
I heard a knocking sound, so I looked up.
“It’s Heidi, Young Miss.”
“Ywes.”
As I responded, Heidi entered.
“I brought some paper for your writing practice. And this is a pen I used when I was little…”
Heidi glanced at me, seemingly embarrassed, and chuckled.
“—My father, who was a carpenter, made it for me for practicing writing. It’s easy for kids to grip.”
“Is pweshus to Heidi.” (It’s precious to Heidi.)
Can I have it?
With that expression, Heidi quickly nodded.
“I’m all grown up now, so I can write well without it.”
“…”
“If you’re okay with it, would you like to have it…?”
Heidi looked at me tentatively.
‘Oh, she’s sweet, too.’
She wasn’t even trying to win my favor—it’s just her genuine concern for a child. Her sincerity touched me.
I smiled broadly.
“Thane yew.”
Heidi was delighted that I accepted.
With her face brightening, she reached out to give me the pen.
“Wha’s thwis?”
—I caught her wrist.
A horrifying scar peeked slightly from beneath her sleeve.
“Oh, I got hurt by accident.”
“Nwo.”
“I was beating laundry with a stick…”
“Nwo!”
This was a scar from being whipped, not some accident with a laundry stick.
Heidi hesitated, and I frowned disapprovingly.
“Heidi, did yew get hit?”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s just…”
“Did Mwissus Wayshul hit yew?”
“…”
Last time, it was a slap, and today it was a whipping.
It was clear why she was doing such things.
Heidi and Betty were becoming close to me. They had been in my room for the past few days.
Mrs. Rachel didn’t like that.
‘She’s using Heidi and Betty as examples to torment the other servants.’
If you’re trying to stand out to me, you don’t need to do this.
