This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 61
A fortnight later,
I checked the comments.
still tho, the emperor is on michelan’s side. seems like he hasn’t forgotten the favor the imperial consort did for him when he was still a kid
i wish they’d do something about the one who accused michelan—— even if he said he wanted to go to the palace, why go so far as to accuse him? what if the empress dowager decides it’s time to kill him?
the emperor.. the palace carriage ride is also.. a two-hour commute hell..
‘Michelan has been released.’
Good.
My blessing is quite handy.
I could find out about the main character’s story through the comments.
And these past few days, I’ve learned some more things about my blessing.
- If I change the story, the existing comments disappear.
- The fact that I can see the comments is not mentioned in the novel.
- After reading the comments, the changes I’ve made aren’t described in detail in the novel.
For example, the fact that I accused Michelan,
The noble child, who was close to Michelan, had falsely accused him so that he could have a reason to return to the palace.
It was a brilliant move.
—The novel seemed to have covered up any open plot holes seemed in this way.
And about Conrad helping Michelan under my orders,
For some reason, Conrad Marshal was helping him.
Looks like it’s all blurred like this.
‘Not bad, I guess.’
I already knew that Michelan would be released safely.
How could someone as lowly as the ‘former imperial consort’s servant’ have survived until now? Of course, it wouldn’t be possible without the protection of someone higher up.
It must be because someone above even the Empress Dowager is backing him.
‘And the only one in a higher position than the Empress Dowager is the Emperor himself.’
While I was thinking like that, I heard a knock.
“Young Miss, it’s Betty.”
“Come in!”
In response, Betty walked in with light footsteps, holding a letter in her hand.
“It’s a letter from Lord Conrad, Miss.”
It seemed to contain news of Michelan’s release.
‘Conrad is really good at what he does.’
I had received Conrad’s assistance in this matter.
This is Erylotte writing.
Conrad, it’s about Michelan. He saved me. I want to thank him.
Michelan’s wish is to bring retrieve something from the Imperial Palace’s forest.
The maids said Conrad is smart. They said he knows everything.
How can we fulfill Michelan’s wish?
I carefully wrote a letter with squiggly handwriting, filled with sincerity, and sent it. Conrad readily accepted.
I believe I can assist with this matter.
Please do not worry.
Conrad was the Grand Marshal’s closest aide.
Since he also managed the Astra estate, I trusted him to handle this well.
‘As expected, having trusted people can be quite nice.’
I chuckled.
“Young Miss, um…”
Betty looked at me cautiously.
‘Oh, right.’
“Okay?”
“Then, please pardon me!”
Betty gently squished my cheek. She seemed very happy, giggling.
This was my way of repaying her for helping me with the accusation letter.
‘But it’s strange. Why isn’t Betty asking why I wrote that accusation letter?’
I stared at Betty intently.
“Betty.”
“Hehe, yes, Miss, hehehe.”
“You’we not gonna ask why we wote the compwain ettew?” (You’re not going to ask why we wrote the complaint letter?)
“Do I need to know?”
Betty tilted her head.
“Whatever the reason or whatever the task, I’ll do it if my master orders it. My master is you.”
“…”
Betty, looking at me, giggled and said,
“So all you have to do is give the order, Young Miss.”
“….”
“I wouldn’t ask for a reason even if you told me to break my own legs.”
“Bwut why…?”
Betty sat down, crouching to meet my gaze.
Hugging her knees, she said,
“I used to work in a different jurisdiction. Heidi did too.”
If it’s in that particular jurisdiction, that’s where Riantine was, who fought with me during Grandfather’s birthday.
“Heidi and I struggled to survive on the streets before we finally became employees of a noble house.”
“…”
“We thought having a stable job would change our lives, but it didn’t turn out as we expected.”
“…”
“My former mistress would throw teacups when she was in a bad mood. My previous master would touch us without restraint…”
That crazy guy?!
I scowled deeply.
“Baddd!”
Saying that, Betty burst into a hearty laugh.
“See, the Young Miss knows that it’s bad.”
“…”
“When we made mistakes, stood up for us and defended us.”
“…”
“I’m really happy to serve you.”
Heidi expressed similar sentiments.
“Miss, you don’t shout even as a joke. I’m really happy about that.”
I stared at Betty’s twinkling eyes.
But soon, my heart ached.
“Stoopid!”
“Yes?”
“How cood yew dedicwate youw life fow somefing wike that! The people who’s good at talking awe ewen scawiew!” (How could you dedicate your life like How could you dedicate your life for something like that! People who are good at talking are even scarier!)
“…!”
Betty was taken aback at first, but she soon burst into laughter.
“It’s also nice to hear when the Miss says that.”
“…”
“May I hug you just once?”
I sighed deeply and hugged Betty.
‘How can you live being so kind?’
Being used in every way, and then waking up to find nothing left but bones.
‘Sigh… There’s no helping it.’
These kids are the ones I’ve adopted, after all.
