This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 8
“Aren’t those Lord Einward and Lord Simoric?”
“Yes, those are Tweachers’ names.”
“Aren’t they the top students at the Eastern and Western Academies?”
The aide further mumbled, “Why are such talented individuals not taking the civil service exam and working as teachers instead…”
That was the case.
Those teachers were actually individuals mentioned in the ‘Grandvill’. People who had achieved this level of recognition.
The aide wondered why such individuals would become teachers now. It was because they lacked money. These intelligent individuals knew.
Even if they had a title, without money, they would be ground into dust and vanish.
That’s why they became teachers at the twelfth tower. To establish connections with Astra’s nobility.
‘Well, they were trying to build connections, but.”
The kids were too young. It would take fifteen or twenty years to create their own connections.
That’s when I appeared. The granddaughter of Duke Astra (connections), the child who possessed a treasure trove of information (money).
In other words, I was a treasure that could provide both connections and money.
‘The teachers believed that they were investing in me for information, but in reality, I was the one investing in them.’
I was investing to create individuals who would assist me if I ever entered the Astra Castle.
The teachers were still waving and tearfully saying goodbye to me.
I also waved back, a big smile on my face.
‘Quickly accumulate capital and become central mansion administrators, Teachers!’
A little while later, the carriage began to move.
I was startled and looked at the aide.
“What abut Gwanfathew!” (What about Grandfather!)
I was asking why we’re leaving without the Duke.
“His Grace only briefly visited during his outing. He’ll join us at the central mansion later. Let’s go.”
I said, “Yes,” then folded my hands calmly over my lap.
The aide smiled broadly, not what you’d expect from a fearsome Duke’s aide.
‘He’s also quite handsome.’
Soft brown hair and yellow eyes.
A good-looking man with a gentle image.
With his pleasant demeanor that would make people comfortable around him, the journey to the mansion was comfortable.
When the carriage arrived at the mansion, the aide carried me and helped me down.
“Then I’ll guide you to where you’ll be staying for a while.”
I got to stay on the third floor of the annex.
As he opened the door to my room, he said,
“The servants will unpack your belongings. Please rest.”
About to say goodbye and leave, I grabbed the end of his jacket.
He lowered himself and asked,
“Is there anything you need?”
“Name pwease, I wanna know.”
My words made him pause for a moment.
“You really are unusual.”
“…?”
“Oh, I didn’t mean anything bad. No one among the direct descendants has ever wanted to know the name of a hired person.”
“Yes.”
“I am Conrad Marshal.”
As he stood up straight again, his smile reached his eyes.
“Please have a good rest.”
With that, he left.
I stood there, staring at his retreating figure without even thinking of closing the door.
‘Conrad?’
Conrad Marshal?
I clapped both small hands over my mouth. Because I almost burst out screaming…!
The name Conrad was mentioned frequently in the novel.
The commander of shadows.
The youngest civil service exam passer.
And… a traitor.
‘He stabbed Grandfather and fled.’
The man who later becomes the leader of the information guild.
***
The next day.
The birds chirped, and it was a cool morning, but I felt far from refreshed.
‘Conrad abandoned me here.’
Conrad played the role of a helper to the protagonist, Dahlia, in ‘Grandvill’.
He becomes a target of House Astra for life by betraying the Duke.
It’s Dahlia, who receives her grandfather’s love, who steps in to mediate.
In fact, Conrad, who was exhausted from being pursued by Astra, becomes her person.
So far, there’s no problem.
‘The problem is that after Conrad’s attack, Grandfather falls into a coma.’
If Grandfather falls into a coma, this place will become a battlefield.
The direct descendants of Astra were like wild animals, and not tamed ones at that.
Right now, my grandfather is like a leash around their necks, but if he were to disappear, it would be chaos.
‘If that happens, I’ll be a person with no one to protect me…’
It felt like my heart had plunged into the pit of my stomach as I thought about it.
While lost in these thoughts, a knock came at the door.
“May we assist with your morning preparations?”
“Ywes.”
When I replied, the maids entered with basins of water.
The maids dampened towels and gently wiped away any trace of sleep from my eyes before cleansing my face.
They combed my hair, and even for someone like me, with wildly curly hair, it didn’t hurt at all.
