This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 74
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The castle became a hive of activity.
There had been a mountain of work to do, but it was stalled due to lack of funds.
But now that there was money, it was like uncorking a bottleneck and letting the water flow freely.
“With this money, we can get orichalcum armaments…!”
“Wait, wait. The wall repairs are urgent. We need to mix in dragon bones for a stronger wall…”
“Water purification tanks! We must install them in each village now…”
The administrators worked all day with shining faces.
I passed by the room where my father and the administrators, along with the military officers, were having energetic meetings.
“Miss, you have a visitor.”
Betty, the maid, hurried over to inform me.
“Whewe?” (Where?)
“In the drawing room of your chambers.”
I nodded and headed to my room.
Han Ji-hyuk was sprawled on the sofa in my sitting room.
“What? Why yew hewe?”
“I’m always in some kind of trouble…”
He drank his iced tea with a very tired expression, finally seeming to regain his senses with a deep sigh.
“I was chased around by those guys I tricked yesterday. Thought about jumping into the sea.”
“Bwut yew suwbibe anyway.” (But you survived anyway.)
“Do you think this is the first time I’ve been chased?”
Watching Han Ji-hyuk boast, I just shook my head.
Han Ji-hyuk shuddered,
“Now that I’m out of money, if I get caught, it’s over for me.”
I pointed to a bag under the sitting room sofa.
“Owpun it.” (Open it.)
Han Ji-hyuk, with a puzzled look, opened the bag.
And then,
“Woahhh!”
He yelped in shock as if he saw a monster and quickly shut the bag.
“Thi-this, this, thi-this— gold, gold bars…!”
Han Ji-hyuk clutched his chest, gasping for breath.
I spoke, holding a glass of milk.
“Is thwe thwee poin eight-fibe miwwion gowd yew spend at thwe aucshun, pwus thwe addishunaw thwee miwwion I pwomised.” (It’s the 3.85 million gold you spent at the auction, plus the additional 3 million I promised.)
“…!”
“Now, yew weach yow tawget amount.” (Now, you’ve reached your target amount.)
Han Ji-hyuk’s goal was to gather 5 million gold, leave for a distant land, set up a base, and live like a noble, ordering people around.
I took something out of my pocket and placed it on the table.
“Thwis is a towkun of gwatitude fow yow hep.” (This is a token of gratitude for your help.)
“What’s this?”
“A new identy.” (A new identity.)
Han Ji-hyuk’s eyes widened.
He picked up the identity token I had laid down.
Born 1203, Jurisdiction of Daymond Astra.
Han Ji-hyuk had been chased by those he had conned because he couldn’t properly forge his identity.
Even if he had gotten a broker to forge it, nobles with access to personal records would soon find out.
So, I…
“Mikewan, can I aws a fabow?” (Michelan, can I ask a favor?)
“If it’s a request…”
“Is fow my fwen who gib me thwe weinfowmen sones. He being chase fow bad thwings. I wanna help fwen not get chase anymow.” (It’s for my friend who gave me the reinforcement stones. He’s been chased for doing bad things. I want to help him not get chased anymore.”
“Oh, of course. I can assist with that matter.”
Indeed, as a member of a villainous family and their butler, Michelan didn’t even inquire about the nature of the wrongdoing but answered trustworthily.
Michelan had access to every part of the jurisdiction.
Naturally, he could access the record room with the jurisdiction’s registry.
So, adding a page for a boy named “Han Ji-hyuk” in the registry records was a trivial task for him.
That’s how the new identity of “Han Ji-hyuk” came into existence.
‘I always knew it’s essential to have allies in various places.’
While I was smugly thinking this, Han Ji-hyuk spoke up.
“What’s with this ‘Han Ji-hyuk’? As if that’s sensible…”
He grumbled, but his eyes remained glued to the identity token.
“You wen thwu a wot, Jihyuk-ah.”
“….”
“Now, yew can wib as yew wish. Dun’ stwuggow too mush, an dun’ do fings yew dun’ wike. An if ebow—” (Now you can live as you wish. Don’t struggle too much, and don’t do things you don’t like. And if ever─”
“Hey.”
He abruptly cut me off and frowned.
“Do you think I’m a fool?”
He continued with a furrowed brow.
“You made 3 million gold in less than a week, and now you’re telling me to leave?”
“Huh?”
What is he talking about?
Stunned, I stared at Han Ji-hyuk, but he was quite assertive.
“5 million gold! That’s the cost to pay an illegal immigration broker, a servant’s salary for my retirement! It’s a carefully calculated amount! I have to live frugally!”
“Yew can eawn mowe money.”
“That’s not the point!”
