This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 67
The soldier Mosco of the Daymond Jurisdiction glanced back for a moment.
“Yeah, or nah?”
“Well, that’s…”
“Then I’m leaving if you aren’t.”
“I, I mean, yes, you’re right.”
Upon this, Mosco exerted force, pushing away the one-eyed mercenary’s axe.
The one-eyed mercenary let go of the axe and tumbled.
In the mercenary territory, the biggest one-eyed mercenary seemed like a child in front of Mosco.
Han Ji-hyuk watched this scene blankly.
Mosco raised his fist, making a loud thud.
“Our young miss asked. Punish those who bother her friend.”
“W-What…!”
“Stay close behind me.”
That day, Han Ji-hyuk learned what it looked like to be punched and pounded into dust on a rainy day.
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As soon as the day brightened, I went down to the courtyard.
The jurisdiction was truly perfect.
‘If we maintain this, it’s like having a brand new castle.’
Michelan seemed to have taught the servants new etiquette, as everyone gave formal greetings.
I sat on the stairs, waiting for Mosco.
How long did I wait?
Mosco was walking from the western corridor towards the courtyard.
“Moshkow.”
“Huh? Young Miss, aren’t you sleeping?”
“Woke up eawly. My fwen?”
I asked about what happened to Han Ji-hyuk.
Mosco crouched down on my eye level.
I was on three stair steps, but Mosco still had to squat down so our eye levels were the same.
I asked what happened, and Mosco looked around and whispered.
“That slick little shi… no I mean, your friend is over there, Young Miss. I’ve dealt with the attackers.”
“Thane yew.”
“…”
Mosco widened his eyes.
When I asked “Why?” he laughed heartily.
“Miss, you always say many things I’ve never heard before.”
“Yew nevow hiew ‘Thane yew’?” (You never hear ‘Thank you’?)
“Who thanks a slave? I’ve never even had my head patted by my parents. It’s a life where no one showed me kindness.”
I stared at Mosco.
He just laughed with a casual expression.
I gently patted his head.
“Moshkow is wike thwis so I wike yew.”
“…”
“Thane yew.”
“…”
Mosco had a very awkward expression.
But it seemed that having his head stroked wasn’t a bad feeling.
He just let me pat his head quietly for a very long time.
After I withdrew my hand, he grinned, laughed, and lifted me up.
“Let’s go. That slick guy… um, I mean your friend. I’ll escort you to your friend.”
Mosco hoisted me up on his shoulders to carry me.
Last night, I made two requests to Mosco.
Save Han Ji-hyuk.
Bring him to the castle once saved.
“Whewe fwen?”
“I’ve placed him in a safe place.”
I nodded.
And when I went to the place Mosco took him…
“Swafe?”
Where?
I turned my gaze to Mosco.
“Mosco, tha pwace is…”
“Yes, it’s the safest place in this jurisdiction—!”
“…”
“—The General’s bedroom!”
At that, I found my father staring at Han Ji-hyuk, who was tightly tied with a rope.
Enzo called Mosco the strongest spear of Daymond’s armed forces, excluding my father.
Except for my father, there was no one who could defeat Mosco one-on-one.
Why was he still an ordinary soldier?
‘You dummy… No, I guess he’s just innocent…’
My father, with a clenched fist, was intensely staring at Han Ji-hyuk.
Han Ji-hyuk, realizing how scary my father’s gaze was, turned extremely pale, trembling at the shoulders.
‘He might pass out like this.’
I need to separate Han Ji-hyuk and my father for now.
“This Ewiwotte’s fwen.” (This is Erylotte’s friend.)
“Friend?”
“Yeah! Yestewday, when we go get cake. Ewi meet ‘im.”
“So you invited your friend home? At this early hour?”
“Becos he’s fwen. Ewi heaw fwen is chased by bad guys, so Ewi is hewping. Ewi ask Moshkow fow a fayow.” (Because he’s a friend. Eri heard friend is chased by bad guys, so Eri is helping. Eri asked Mosco for a favor.)
“…”
My father narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Ji-hyuk.
Worried that my father might have suspicions, I nudged Han Ji-hyuk with my heel.
“Yes? Ah, yes… that’s right, I’m her friend.”
“An adult like you is friends with my daughter, who’s a child?”
I quickly replied, “Not adow! He’s teenayjow.” (Not an adult! He’s a teenager.)
My father and Mosco exchanged glances.
Han Ji-hyuk looked like he was in his twenties at the very least. He was tall, around 180 centimeters, and his attire seemed very adult-like.
With his hair combed back and dressed in white pants and pointed shoes…
My father scrutinized Han Ji-hyuk for a moment, then immediately frowned fiercely.
“Did you deceive my daughter?”
“With that face, how can you talk about being a teenager!”
Even Mosco burst out with a gruff voice.
If he deceived me, the expression on his face suggested that he would tear his mouth open. The vitality disappeared from Han Ji-hyuk’s face.
“I haven’t deceived anyone!”
That’s right.
He never told me his age.
I just guessed based on the original novel and thought that he must be around that age.
Han Ji-hyuk almost looked like he was about to cry as he said,
“I’m fifteen…”
My father and Mosco looked at him as if he were talking nonsense.
After going through puberty, being naturally tall, and suffering from premature aging, he really looked like he was in his twenties.
But really, he’s telling the truth about being fifteen.
“Lies.”
“How dare you.”
When my father and Mosco spoke, Han Ji-hyuk let out a deep sigh.
“If you release me, I’ll show you my identification.”
My father gestured to Mosco.
Mosco soon untied the ropes, and Han Ji-hyuk searched his jacket pocket and took out an identification badge.
Born 1203, Floude Territory
My father frowned as he examined the identification badge, and Mosco sighed, “Hah….”
“Ah. Looks like this guy has been through a lot. Well, getting old like this.”
Han Ji-hyuk now had a relieved expression.
I grabbed my father’s knee and said,
“Ewi wanna pway wif fwen.” (Eri wants to play with friend.)
“…”
“Jus a wittow bit?” (Just a little bit?)
My father glanced at Han Ji-hyuk and pulled the rope.
Not long after, Michelan came in.
“Yes, Master.”
“Wash him and take him to the greenhouse.”
After being roughed up by the mercenary group, Han Ji-hyuk was in a mess.
Michelan promptly took Han Ji-hyuk away.
