This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 68
At the greenhouse—
I was sipping warm milk until Han Ji-hyuk arrived.
The milk was almost finished when I heard footsteps from the direction of the door.
Turning my head, someone neatly dressed was entering.
A crisp white shirt, black pants.
Slightly damp, curly, light pink hair.
Blue eyes.
It was Han Ji-hyuk.
‘Oh…’
With his bangs down and a change of clothes, he looked actually decent.
You could say he might’ve been an idol in the original world?
“Not uncow anymow.” (Not uncle anymore.)
As I spoke, Han Ji-hyuk made a choked expression.
“Before, I tried to look like an adult and drew a stubble and dark circles. So that’s why.”
“I wike how yew wook now.”
“…Yeah, yeah. I know.”
He sat in front of me, crossing one leg over the other.
“Even though I knew, I didn’t do it. Do you know how tough it is for a poor, handsome man to live? Madams throw glances at me, and occasionally even disgusting guys… uuugh.”
Certainly, Han Ji-hyuk was good-looking.
‘Honestly, all the main characters in the novel were good-looking.’
He was also the main character of ‘Grandvill’, given the unique setting.
I was sucking the last of the milk through a straw when Han Ji-hyuk cleared his throat.
“How did you know that one-eyed guy would come to find me?”
“I wed in thwe nobul.” (I read in the novel.)
“Why did you save me? If I had been robbed by the one-eyed mercenary, I might have sought revenge and even joined hands with you.”
“But thwe one-eye mewshunawy gonna hit yew and mwake yew cwippow.” (But the one-eyed mercenary would have hit you and made you cripple.)
“What?”
“I mwake deshishun fow mysewf, but I’m notta bad guy who gonna jwus let somwon go cwippow.” (I make decisions for myself, but I’m not a bad guy who’d just let someone go cripple.)
As I casually spoke, Han Ji-hyuk’s eyes widened.
He stared at me for a while, his pupils trembling.
Then, bang! he slammed the table and stood up.
“Don’t mess with me!”
“Me?”
When I’m only three years old?
There’s a twelve-year age difference between Han Ji-hyuk and me.
Is this crazy?
In disbelief, I narrowed my eyes, and Han Ji-hyuk shouted.
“Besides that, talk to me like I’m human!”
“Eh?”
“I don’t trust nobles. Do you know how much I’ve suffered so far… Even if you say whatever, I’ll never be convinced.”
“Who twying to confinsh?”
“Even if you look cute like a squirrel! Even if you have a reverse charm that rescues people despite saying unlucky things! I absolutely…!”
“…”
“Understand? Huh?!”
I pondered for a moment.
He doesn’t seem quite normal either, but do I really need him…
‘Let’s hold it in.’
The only person I can reveal my identity to is Han Ji-hyuk, who was a fellow transmigrator.
If I reveal it to others, I’ll end up going to the loony bin that very day.
I still looked at Han Ji-hyuk, who was stubbornly saying, “I won’t ever, ever trust you!” with determination.
And in a calm voice, I said,
“Jihyuk-ah.”
“…!”
“You musha had a hawd time untiw now.”
“Shi… Don’t look down on me…”
“I know.”
Han Ji-hyuk’s gaze twisted.
Then, with a slight tongue click, he turned his head.
There was a hint of redness around his eyes.
‘Yeah, he must have had a tough time too.’
I know Han Ji-hyuk’s story well.
Born as the son of a drunkard lumberjack, he worked to death from a young age.
He ran away from his father but was still exploited by adults.
Not properly paid, self-esteem completely shattered…
Being used and used, he made up his mind.
Now, he won’t be used anymore; he’ll be the one to give back.
‘In the original world, he was just a twenty-year-old kid.’
After crying for a while, he said in a small voice,
“What should I do?”
“Go to awshun house.” (Go to the auction house.)
“Auction house?”
I chuckled and nodded.
***
A few days later, at the auction house.
Han Ji-hyuk frowned as he looked at the podium.
It was the turn for the ‘item’ Erylotte had told him to buy.
“A brazier used in an ancient temple. We’ll start at 100,000 gold.”
Pretending to be grand with terms like ancient and temple, but it was just a literal furnace.
No special abilities, just a furnace made in ancient times.
There was no value in such an item.
Han Ji-hyuk wondered if he was the only one who thought that as the starting bid was 100,000.
‘Is that kid trying to scam me?’
Erylotte would put up a useless furnace for auction, bid a large sum herself, and then win the bid?
He would lose only the money he had, and all he would get in return would be that useless furnace.
There was no way to claim it was a scam.
Since he would be the one winning the bid.
“Does it make sense?”
The kid at least looked smart…
Then, auction participants began raising their placards.
“150,000.”
“200,000.”
“230,000.”
“1 million!”
What?!
Han Ji-hyuk was extremely surprised and turned around.
A middle-aged nobleman was smiling triumphantly after placing a bid of 1 million.
‘That’s Viscount Vasselin, right?’
He was famous for collecting ancient artifacts.
But seriously, 1 million? His hands would start shaking even if the winning bid would just be half of that at 500,000!
‘…Damn it.’
Han Ji-hyuk raised his placard.
“1.1 million!”
As he shouted, Viscount Vasselin’s eyebrows twitched.
“1.5 million.”
Han Ji-hyuk widened his eyes and stared at the Viscount.
‘This guy is crazy. Just for a dang furnace…!’
Tsk, he clicked his tongue and raised the placard again.
“1.51 million.”
“2 million.”
“2… 2.1 million!”
“3 million!”
The gazes of Han Ji-hyuk and Viscount Vasselin sharply clashed in the air.
Viscount Vasselin, with a deeply furrowed brow, jumped out of his seat and shouted.
“3.84 million─!!”
