This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 6

Lanky and I were brought to a room.
I sat quietly, holding the edge of my clothes, while Lanky just kept crying.
Baron Morro, the general administrator who was the overall supervisor of the twelfth tower, rubbed his temples.
“What is the meaning of this?” he asked.
“That… She bit and hit me, and I… huaaaaang…!”
Baron Morro gave me a stern look. I tried to calmly explain the situation.
“Anky stawted it…”
“Enough!”
Baron Morro sharply cut me off.
He didn’t give me a chance to speak and accused me immediately.
“You assault a fellow student you have classes with, but now you’re trying to make excuses?!”
The look in his eyes as he gazed at me was icy. I had expected this, but it felt harsh.
While other teachers might dote on me, Baron Morro did not.
The reason I had considered trying to win over even the teachers was because of him.
He was an extreme elitist and opportunist.
When I was a newborn baby, he once said,
“Of all the trash, why did I end up having to take care of this one? I’d rather die.”
Of course, he thought that I couldn’t understand what he said back then because I was just a baby.
But every time he looked at me, it was as if he was looking at garbage.
That’s why I thought it would be better if even the teachers were on my side.
Living would be tough with someone like him in a position of power.
“In addition, you cheated during the test.”
‘Ah, so that’s why he was upset.’
Baron Morro clicked his tongue and spoke.
“You will be punished. Stand holding buckets at lunchtime every day.”
He then looked at Lanky with a gaze that seemed to ooze honey.
“Stop crying now. Imagine how much it would hurt your father if he found out.”
“Yes, Baron…”
“Did something troubling happen yesterday?”
“It’s because of that blockhead—!”
Lanky glared at me defiantly, and Baron Morro smiled gently.
“Don’t worry. There won’t be any record of this,” he reassured.
“Really?”
“Yes, please convey that to your father as well.”
Baron Morro called a servant and had a bucket filled with water brought in.
Then, he dismissed me from the room and pushed the bucket of water forcefully to me.
“Do not attempt any tricks.”
He firmly warned before he and Lanky returned to the room.
Laughter and merriment filled the room. Lanky chatted with enthusiasm.
“Would you like some snacks?”
“Yeah.”
“By the way, what hobbies does your father have? Oh, horseback riding. I enjoy it too.”
While Lanky was excitedly chatting away, I was still holding the bucket.
‘Let’s listen first.’
It’s the first time that the central mansion had finally taken an interest in me.
Making a wrong move at this point could ruin my initial image.
After a while, some classmates came over.
“Why is the baby here?”
The students at our table called me ‘the baby’, influenced by how Lanky referred to me.
“Gwetting pwunished.” (Getting punished.)
“Whyyy?”
“Bwecause evewything in thwe wowld is wike tha.” (Because everything in the world is like that.)
“Ah, because everything in the world is like that, she’s being punished.”
The kids nodded in understanding.
The kids nodded.
“Guys, wet’s gwo back to ouw wooms. C’mon.” (Guys, let’s go back to our rooms. Come on.)
These kids, unlike Lanky, were from lower noble houses.
Being seen together with me would do them no good, since Baron Morro might just give them the same punishment.
The children replied with, “Yeah,” and entered their rooms.
And there I was, still enduring the punishment.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Thirty minutes.
No sign of Baron Morro coming out.
‘How much longer do I have to do this?’
As time passed, my arms started aching terribly, and my shoulders felt like they might give out.
Amid my quiet groans and discomfort, Baron Morro finally emerged into the corridor.
“Oho. Don’t attempt any tricks.”
Then, he hit the bucket with force.
“Listen to me!”
‘Ugh!’
I was already weak and stumbled under the weight of the bucket. The water spilled on the ground, and I ended up soaked, resembling a drenched mouse.
“Really, you’re no different from an insignificant rat,” Baron Morro remarked harshly, glaring at me.
But then, a voice I never expected in this place resounded.
“Erylotte.”
‘…!’
I swiftly turned my head, as did Baron Morro and Lanky, looking towards the silhouette emerging from the shadows in the tower.
There, looking at us while holding a silver cane—
“Gwanfather…” (Grandfather…)
It was Duke Astra.
