This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 57
“…?”
I tilted my head in confusion and asked,
“Ebywon wike me?” (Everyone likes me?)
“Of course! The Young Miss is cute and lovely, and…”
“Our heroine!”
‘Aha.’
It seems they were grateful for me, having driven Mrs. Rachel away.
Well, she had treated the staff like slaves, after all.
‘Now, they might fear me, instead.’
But sometimes, favorability could come out of awe.
I received flowers from Heidi.
“Thane yew.”
“Wah, so cute!”
“So lovely!”
…But it’s a bit overwhelming.
I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious under their admiring gazes as I was walking towards the dining hall.
The atmosphere in the castle was rather chaotic.
How should I put it? Not organized and neat, but rather a mess…?
‘It felt like the absence of a chief steward was making things difficult.’
Without a leader for the staff, and with more than half of the servants gone, the castle was in disarray.
‘What about Michelan?’
As I contemplated this, we reached the dining hall, and my father walked in. His damp hair, moist face, and a few buttons undone revealing his neck.
The serving maids who were setting the table had a dreamy expression on their faces, saying, “Aah…”
Even some of the male servants had red faces as they cradled the trays.
Wait, why were male servants serving today?
‘…Well, I guess it could happen.’
Afterward, our meal was served. My father and I sat facing each other.
The menu consisted of easy-to-eat millet porridge and sautéed vegetables.
I was delighted to see the roasted bell peppers.
Bell peppers were typically a child’s enemy, but I overcame it while I was at the duke’s castle.
As I munched on the juicy peppers, I noticed my father’s plate.
It was also the same as mine. His plate, which had been emptied of its grilled vegetables… still had some broccoli left.
“Fathew, not gonna eat bwoccowi?”
My father’s hand flinched a little.
After a brief silence, he said,
“…No.”
“Fathew hate bwoccowi?”
“…I actually love broccoli very much.”
Then, my father put a piece of broccoli in his mouth.
My jaw moved mechanically for some reason.
“…See? I really like broccoli.”
“One mowe.”
My father glanced at the last remaining broccoli on his plate. It was a piercing look.
After a while, he picked it up with a similar mechanical gesture and finally ate it.
‘He must have saved it because he likes it.’
I poked three broccolis on my plate with my fork and moved them to my father’s plate.
“Eat mowe.”
“…Sure.”
I felt satisfied as I watched my father eat what I had offered him.
‘It’s the first time I’ve done something like this.’
My heart was feeling warm.
At that moment.
Enzo entered the dining hall, holding some documents in his hand.
“A request for equipment replacement… No, General, broccoli…!”
“Shut up.”
Enzo abruptly closed his mouth.
My father’s mood didn’t seem very good for some reason.
Enzo, with a bewildered look on his face, placed the documents in front of my father.
“Oh, and I investigated what you wanted to know. It’s about the medicine given to you by Michelan.”
“Is that so?”
“It was medication for the Manifestation Disease.”
“Manifestation Disease?”
“Yes, sir.”
If it was the Manifestation Disease, then it referred to the fever that newborns suffered when their blessing manifestation occurred.
‘Why did they give me that medicine?’
Even more puzzling was that it worked…?
Wait a second.
‘If what I had before was the Blessing Manifestation Disease…’
I froze with the spoon in my hand. My father and Enzo continued their conversation.
“A blessing manifests before the closing of a newborn’s fonticulus anterior (the soft spot on a baby’s skull).”
“Yes, Miss Erylotte’s fonticulus anterior closed a long time ago.”
No.
Most people thought that my blessing was reading the ancient language, but it wasn’t true. I didn’t have a blessing.
That means…
‘I got the Manifestation Disease because my blessing is appearing.’
I jumped up suddenly.
“Am done eat’n. I wanna go to woom.”
“Sure.”
After saying goodbye to my father and Enzo, I rushed back to my room.
I made sure there was no one inside and closed the door tightly.
Then, I searched for a book in my personal library.
‘I saw it here last time… Ah, here it is.’
I opened a book titled ‘The Beginning of Blessing Usage’.
—There are hundreds of types of Blessings, ranging from offensive ones like ‘Flames’ to small ones like ‘The ability to accurately tell the current time.’ The types and strengths vary.
Most people inherit the same type of Blessing as their parents, but there are rare cases of individuals manifesting unique Blessings that haven’t been confirmed.
.
.
The Blessing manifestation method involves sending magical power into oneself’s core—
‘I found it.’
I’ve never researched the blessing manifestation method because I didn’t have one.
After my ability to read ancient language was declared as my blessing, people thought I just learned how to manifest the blessing on my own.
I followed the instructions in the book.
‘By sending magical power into the core…’
And at that moment…
