This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 73 - ②⑤
In just one day, she had earned a whopping 300 million gold.
And as a bonus, the trust of the Duke.
While everyone was astonished, Erylotte secretly smiled.
‘Thank you, dear customer,’ she murmured to herself.
***
Even after Daymond and Erylotte had left, the Duke was in high spirits.
He held one reinforcement stone, smoothing his thumb over it, and chuckled softly to himself.
Viscount Debussy, shifting his teacup, commented,
“It seems Lord Daymond is finally getting used to following your lead, Your Grace.”
“Why would that be?”
“Is it really plausible that the young miss found the reinforcement stone and presented it to you? It must have been at Lord Daymond’s behest.”
“You still lack the skill to truly see people,” the Duke replied, causing Debussy to falter.
“Pardon?”
“Did you observe Erylotte closely?”
“What do you mean…”
“If her father had instructed her in this matter, she would have looked to him at least once for confirmation.”
“….”
“But her gaze was fixed on me from start to end.”
As if she understood the flow of power despite her young age.
Viscount Debussy squinted, deep in thought.
“Now that you mention it, she was quite extraordinary even when at the central mansion.”
How she discovered the land hiding the dragon’s bones.
The incident where she saved the Duke from an attack.
The time she brought an unheard-of elixir as a birthday gift.
‘And now, reinforcement stones too.’
“How does the young miss so easily accomplish what even adults cannot? It’s an incredible stroke of luck.”
“Do you remember the words written in the diary of the first family head?”
“How could I forget?”
Even if Daymond had touched the reinforcement stone, it was Erylotte who made him present it.
Viscount Debussy’s eyebrows rose in pleasant anticipation.
‘Maybe we will get to see it.’
The three-year-old, raised in the Twelfth Tower, surpassing all her cousins.
***
People were astounded to see us return with five carriages filled with gold.
The administrators stuttered as the servants moved the shining gold bars.
The soldiers were all astounded.
Enzo looked at his father with a shocked expression.
“So, the young miss brought all this? How on earth…?”
“An old man gave it willingly.”
“300 million gold, just like that? For a territory managed by someone practically at odds with Duke Astra?”
“Erylotte’s answer pleased him greatly.”
“What did she say?”
Father just frowned and muttered, “Damn it,” unwilling to elaborate.
As if he didn’t want to admit it himself.
Michelan approached me after instructing the servants to move the gold.
“Should all the gold be stored in your private treasury?”
“Nwo!”
“Then…?”
“Estwate budgey.” (Estate budget.)
Everyone’s gaze suddenly focused on me.
Even my father looked surprised.
“Erylotte, that’s money you earned. Put it in your treasury.”
“Bwut. We gotta wepaiw the waws, wepwace thwe weapuns, an gib out fwood wewif funs.” (But. We’ve got to repair the walls, replace the weapons, and give out flood relief funds.)
“What?”
“Is fow shawing. I am thwe wady of thwe Daymun juwidishun!”
The administrators’ eyes widened.
Soldiers and servants alike stared at me in amazement.
My father’s expression hardened.
“You don’t need to worry about that.”
“Bwut, bwut. Baby can’t hab too mush money. Is dangeywus.” (But, but. Babies can’t have too much money. It’s dangerous.)
“….”
“An Ewy is happy if I’m wiv Fathew an thwe peopow of thwe juwidishun.” (And I’m happy when I’m with my father and the people of the jurisdiction.)
Then,
“Miss…”
“Milady…”
The administrators, with tearful eyes, crowded around me, weeping openly.
It seemed they had been under considerable strain until now.
‘It’s all for a good cause.’
Prices are about to skyrocket due to several upcoming incidents.
For example, if an old apartment in Seoul used to cost 70 million won, now it’s about 1.7 billion won.
So, when I grow up to be old enough to use this money, it will be just a small amount.
‘And I can’t keep holding onto the reinforcement stones either.’
If the reinforcement stones would stay in Daymond’s jurisdiction, it would attract numerous coveters.
For safety, they had to be disposed of.
‘So, I should invest in the jurisdiction now to earn even more money in the future.’
It also won me favor in my grandfather’s eyes.
As I clung to the adults, making a fuss, my father picked me up.
“Let’s say the jurisdiction is borrowing the money from you. When you’re old enough to need it, we’ll return it at the current market rate.”
Then he instructed the administrators to draft a loan agreement.
‘Such a sincere father.’
But it was good for me too, so I nodded and said, “Owkay!”
The amount I lent to Daymond’s jurisdiction was 200 million gold.
The administrators lifted me in celebration, shouting.
“Long live the young miss!”
“Long live, long live!”
I laughed heartily.
