This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 59
“Dunno.”
“Miss Erylotte, you might have an unknown blessing. For example, something like ‘Growth.’ Blessings that only speed up growth are difficult to detect.”
“Ohhh.”
‘That’s fine then. If someone doubts the Manifestation Disease, I can say my blessing is [Growth].’
I approached Michelan closely.
“Oh, I’ve been working all day and I smell, Miss. Don’t come this close…”
“Is owkay. Becwause even smewwy can’t hwide Mikewan’s cool!” (It’s okay. Because even any smell can’t hide that Michelan is cool!)
I inwardly rubbed my hands together as I put my social skills from my past life to work.
I was trying to figure out why Michelan was such an amazing character, but…
“…”
—He stared at me piercingly.
It wasn’t until I tilted my head that he said, “Ah…” He smiled awkwardly.
“I felt a bit nostalgic for a moment.”
“Huh?”
“I heard the same words from someone else before.”
“Who?”
“Someone from the imperial palace.”
“Pawace?”
“Yes, I worked at the imperial palace when I was young. It was a palace full of beautiful roses, just like this place.”
Michelan gazed at the rose bushes with a contemplative look, as if recalling something.
At that moment.
Something new appeared in the comment section window.
‘…!!’
It seemed that while talking to me, Michelan was reminded of his past with the imperial consort.
The novel’s content had changed, and new comments had been posted.
With the information that had come in so far, I naturally came to understand.
‘The land that Michelan protected so desperately, even to the point that he resorted to usury. That’s the land where the late imperial consort was buried, and where he’ll be beside her after his death.’
Once he meets his demise, he’ll be buried beside the consort.
He was working hard all this time to fulfill the imperial consort’s final wish.
‘But how?’
The late imperial consort was currently buried in the mausoleum of the imperial family.
The imperial family’s final resting place was located in the forest within the grounds of the palace itself.
It was not accessible to just anyone, especially not Michelan, who’s despised by the Empress Dowager.
Of course, digging a grave there was impossible.
‘That means…’
There’s only one way for Michelan to take back the coffin of the imperial consort.
“Wha’s Mikewan’s bwessing?”
“…!”
Michelan’s eyes widened in surprise.
‘Yes, if you have a blessing that would help him to obtain someone’s dead body, it’s possible.’
All he had to do was protect the land, and eventually, they could be buried together.
In response to my question, Michelan seemed extremely flustered.
“How do you know I have a blessing?”
Michelan was famous for his extraordinary abilities.
To be more precise, he was known for having such exceptional abilities that he rose from being a commoner to becoming the chief steward of the imperial consort’s palace.
Blessings were almost exclusively manifested by the nobility. Unless there were very exceptional circumstances, commoners didn’t have blessings.
Michelan appeared shocked, and I looked up at him in response.
“Mikewan’s soooo coow. Coow guy is nowbu. Nowbus hab bwessings.” (Michelan is so cool. Cool guys are nobles. Nobles have blessings.)
“Oh… Thank you for your kind words, but I’m not a noble.”
“Bwut Mikewan hab bwessing, wight?”
“…!”
Michelan seemed in disbelief as he shook his head.
“At your age, you’re truly an amazing person. Is it really ‘Growth’ that’s your blessing…?”
He pursed his lips.
Then, he looked around and lowered his voice.
“My blessing is ‘Teleportation.'”
“Tewepowt…?”
“I can move objects within a 300-meter radius that weigh up to 30 kilograms. Like this.”
A rose suddenly appeared in Michelan’s hand.
So that’s how he could move the late imperial consort’s coffin, as long as he could get close to the tomb.
I clenched my fists in excitement.
‘Amaziiing—!’
I had never heard of such an incredible ability.
‘With this power, the possibilities are endless.’
For example, he could transport me to spaces I couldn’t access, or he could help me escape from difficult situations.
On the contrary though, it wouldn’t work on himself.
But as long as I was under 30 kilograms, with Michelan’s power, I could escape from anywhere, even a prison.
‘I’ve hit the jackpot!’
If no one was around, I might have jumped up and down with joy.
‘I need him to be on my side.’
My eyes gleamed with determination.
As Yoo Hye-min, I knew all too well about navigating the hellish world of society.
Gaining people’s favor wasn’t a difficult task.
When you offer them what they desire most, they become your people.
In Michelan’s case, it was clear what he desired most.
‘To be allowed to enter the Imperial Palace’s forest.’
Having been the chief steward in a palace, he should be able to enter the ‘Imperial Family’s Mausoleum’ within the Hwang Palace if he was brought there.
I looked at Michelan.
“Mikewan wans to go to impewiaw pawace, wight?” (Michelan wants to go to the imperial palace, right?”
“More precisely, it’s the forest of the imperial palace.”
“Thwen, I wiw gwan Mikewan’s wish!” (Then, I will grant Michelan’s wish!”
Michelan laughed heartily. Despite being a direct descendant of Astra, I was only three years old, so I seemed to think that I couldn’t bring him along.
‘But there really is a way, isn’t there?’
I looked at Michelan with a sly smile, and he smiled tenderly back.
