This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 64
I already knew from reading ‘Grandvill’ that Han Ji-hyuk would be around here at the Franklin Bakery, conning some poor soul.
‘He really did come at four.’
This guy was a true fraud connoisseur.
The room he was in right now was the second from the very end.
It was a room that wasn’t often visited by nobles, who wanted only the best of the best.
I ordered a slice of cake as I continued to listen to Han Ji-hyuk’s shenanigans.
“Captain Kuhn Kisa is such a cautious person that he doesn’t accept other investors… Oh, but what kind of relationship do we have after all? I can set up a spot for you, sir.”
“A spot for me?”
“Yes. However, the amount is already fixed. One hundred thousand gold.”
“O, One hundred thousand?!”
“Ah, it can’t get higher than that. But for someone like you, sir, I’m sure it’s doable.”
“One hundred thousand…”
“Then, would you like to invest?”
When Han Ji-hyuk urged the man in a subtle voice, the man sobbed as though he was worried.
But soon enough, Clink— bang! Something hit the table.
“I’m in!”
“A wise decision, sir! Then, the money—”
“Let me talk to my wife first!”
“…Huh?”
“Ah, I have to discuss this with my wife. If I do something she doesn’t like, there’s always a problem. Haha! I’ll go ask first and come back to you quickly!”
Then, I heard the man hurrying out of the room with his, I assume, money bag.
There was a long pause in the next room.
Then, some time later.
“Motherf*cker…”
A curse word.
Han Ji-hyuk, who gritted his teeth, snarled with poison.
“I thought I could empty his pockets since he’s such a moron, but he was trained well after all?”
Han Ji-hyuk exhaled loudly.
Then, I heard the sound of sheets of paper being flipped over, like he was checking a notebook.
“Sir Hoku: Fail. Next up is Baron Mashas…”
“Bwut if you twy to twick Baron Mashash, you gonna die though?” (But if you try to trick Baron Mashas, you’ll die though?)
“W, What the?!”
Han Ji-hyuk seemed spooked to hear what I said.
I fumbled on the wall under the booth seats.
When I pushed down on it, a hole appeared that was enough for one child to pass through.
I crawled through that hole.
Han Ji-hyuk, who saw me appear under the seats, launched up like a flag.
“Y, y, you, what…”
“Shh.”
I quickly covered Han Ji-hyuk’s mouth.
“Wuiet. Thwe maids wiw heaw.” (Quiet. The maids will hear.)
Han Ji-hyuk shook his head and removed my hand, his brow furrowing.
“H, how do you know that space?”
“Fwom the novew.” (From the novel.)
There’s a hole here, so if you take a seat in this room on purpose?
The scammer seems to be a bit dangerous, so if you want, put your weapon in that hole.
Han Ji-hyuk’s expression hardened when I said it.
“What nonsense is that from someone as small as a bean. Don’t interrupt your elders when they’re working. If you do—”
“I know tha yew weincawnated, bwut is it weiwd tha I weincawnated awso?” (I know that you reincarnated, but is it weird that I reincarnated also?)
“WHAT?!”
As Han Ji-hyuk was gaping at me with his mouth wide open, I grinned.
And, I told him.
“Pwick one.”
“What…”
“Numbah one. I gonna tew ebwywon yew scammed tha yew twicked them an make ebwyfing wowse.” (Number one. I’ll tell everyone you scammed that you tricked them and make everything worse.)
“What?”
“Numbah two. Et’s team up in a wegaw way.” (Number two. Let’s team up in a legal way.”
Han Ji-hyuk’s mouth was once again agape.
Seeing his complexion go from blue to pale white, his mouth progressively gaping, I added further with a smile.
“Of couwse, the wattew’s gonna cost ‘ya.” (Of course, the latter’s going to cost you.”
Let’s share that pool of scammed money.
I don’t have much money at the moment.
After all, I’m only three years old.
***
Han Ji-hyuk just stared at me with his arms crossed.
Then, glancing at the door, he spoke urgently in a hush.
“So this is a novel, I’m a character in a novel, and you transmigrated?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And you expect me to believe that?”
As I stirred the iced tea that Han Ji-hyuk had ordered and left untouched, I answered.
“Han Ji-hyuk. I was tweny yeaws owd befowe I twansmigated. I died duwing ovahtoiym in my fiwst job evew. My biggess wegwet is dying without haffing empied my hawd dwive… Do yew know why?” (Han Ji-hyuk. I was twenty years old before I transmigrated. I died during overtime in my first job ever. My biggest regret is dying without having emptied my hard drive… Do you know why?)
As I rattled off some random biographical details about myself to Han Ji-hyuk, his face went blank.
When I recited it in such detail, it seemed like he couldn’t help but recognize it.
I’m a reincarnator like him.
Han Ji-hyuk swallowed hard.
“…Is becaws thewe’s a wot of… impowtan matewial thewe.” (…It’s because there’s a lot of… important material there.)
“Important…… aha.”
I smirked as Han Ji-hyuk’s face got progressively redder.
“What do you know about something the size of your forearm?!”
“Thwen Ima pweten I dunno.”
“Don’t you dare make an innocent face!”
“Owkay, owkay.”
Han Ji-hyuk gritted his teeth.
He muttered, “The whole world is a mere novel…” through gritted teeth.
“I get that you want to collaborate, but since I’m the one working for it, the ratio is nine to one, and of course I’m getting the nine.”
Being the seasoned con man that he was, the ratio was naturally off.
He might have the upper hand at the moment, but I have information. Very accurate information.
‘If it’s 7 to 3, I was going to just settle with the 3.’
Yet since it had come to this, I’ve changed my mind.
“I twake 9, yew twake 1.”
When I said that, Han Ji-hyuk jumped up.
“You crazy? Where did you get the idea that I’m a pushover—”
He tried to get to his feet, and I cupped his mouth with both hands.
“Thwe One-Eye Mewcenawies awe stiww wooking fow yew, awen’t thwey?” (The One-Eyed Mercenaries are still looking for you, aren’t they?)
At the mention of the most terrifying people he had ever scammed, Han Ji-hyuk sat down quietly again.
He had a very resentful expression.
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T/N: Yay we finally caught up!!
