This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 83
Maybe I shouldn’t have said that?
As I thought this, Balzac frowned.
Then he scratched his chest and said,
“It’s weird.”
“Hmm?”
“Why does it feel itchy?”
Balzac and I looked at each other, puzzled.
Maybe we got fleas from the stables?
“Les put cweam?” (Let’s put cream?)
“Sure!”
“Owkay!”
Off we went again to apply the ointment.
***
Balzac and Erylotte sat facing each other.
Erylotte opened the lid of the ointment bottle.
Then she dropped a dollop of it on Balzac’s chest.
Balzac rubbed it in carefully, his skin absorbing the ointment.
“How’sat?” (How’s that?)
“It’s still itchy.”
It was a strange sensation he had never felt before.
The itchiness seemed to be getting worse.
Especially when this tiny thing wiggled her tiny hand, it made it itch even more.
And seeing her waddling steps as she ran beside him seemed to make it itchier.
And when her cheeks puffed up, it was the worst……
That’s what he was thinking when it happened.
“What’s going on?”
Daymond entered the greenhouse.
He narrowed his eyes when he saw the ointment bottle Erylotte was holding and the ointment on Balzac’s chest.
“Owie!”
“Are you hurt somewhere?”
When Daymond asked, Balzac answered.
“No. It’s just itchy.”
“Have you seen a doctor?”
“It’s nothing. Probably just a bug bite.”
Balzac then looked at Erylotte, who was holding the ointment bottle.
“More ointment, please.”
“Owkay.”
Erylotte diligently applied more ointment.
As she dropped and gently rubbed it in, Daymond watched them intently.
Erylotte, focused, didn’t even notice her surroundings.
Daymond cleared his throat loudly.
“I think I’m a bit itchy too.”
“Then scwatch.” (Then scratch.)
“……”
Applying ointment is a huge job for a kid. Adults can do it themselves.
Without even looking at Daymond, Erylotte asked Balzac,
“Owkay now?”
“Umm……”
Balzac replied with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
‘She must like me.’
The toughest person in this jurisdiction was General Daymond himself, but she was only applying ointment to Balzac.
“Since you applied the ointment for me, maybe you can try riding Genera today.”
“A horse?”
Daymond raised his eyebrows and asked.
“Horseriding is still too much for Erylotte.”
“Riding the black pony is fine.”
“Is that because of the protective magic you mentioned?”
“Yes, so it’s safe.”
“Now that I think about it, I do have a little horse with protective magic too. I could give Erylotte a ride instead…”
“No, we’ll ride my own horse.”
“Mine is better.”
“No, mine is!”
“Mine─!”
“Mine─!”
Their gazes clashed with a crackle.
Erylotte sat between them, looking back and forth between Daymond and Balzac.
Then it happened.
“Miss, a new picture book has arrived!”
“Wow─!”
Erylotte darted off.
“……”
“……”
Balzac and Daymond watched Erylotte’s excited figure dash away with the expressions of loafers.
***
I quickly flipped through the book that Heidi and Betty brought.
‘Wow…’
This book is even prettier.
One of the good things about being in this world is exactly this.
‘The books are incredibly beautiful.’
Maybe it’s because they’re meant for noble children.
Some books have illustrations embroidered with gold thread on black paper, while others have pop-up illustrations that seem to jump out at you.
As I was turning the pages, the maids asked,
“Are you going to read, Miss?”
“Ywes.”
“Where would you like to read? We’ll prepare some snacks.”
Hmm.
I pondered.
Usually, it would be the greenhouse or my room, but…
‘The weather is so nice, maybe I’ll read in the garden.’
I love the books, but I also adore our castle’s garden.
It’s always filled with fresh roses regardless of the season, and the fragrance is just delightful.
“Gawden!”
“Okay. I’ll bring the snacks to the gazebo.”
Heidi said with a smile.
I tucked the book under my arm and headed to the garden.
The chill of early spring was passing, and it was warm during the day.
The sky was a clear blue with fluffy white clouds scattered here and there.
A gentle breeze tickled my curly locks.
‘I feel so, so good!’
I sat on the gazebo bench and placed the book on the table, but…
Something’s off.
