This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 84
Why aren’t any gardeners around?
The temperature fluctuates a lot these days.
‘It should be challenging to manage with just magical tools; they must be extra busy.’
It wasn’t lunchtime yet…
As I tilted my head in confusion, I saw a gardener running frantically outside the garden.
His complexion was ashen.
Something must have happened.
“Hewwo!”
I shouted, and the running gardener turned sharply toward me.
“Y, Young Miss…”
“Where are you going?”
“Uh, well, that is… there’s a call…”
“Who? Fathew? Mikewan?”
“N, No…”
This gardener’s tie was red.
That means he’s a senior employee.
But if it’s not Daymond or Michelan calling, why the rush?
The hesitant gardener finally spoke,
“It’s a call from the evaluators.”
The evaluators?
They were currently staying in Daymond’s jurisdiction.
But why would they be calling a gardener?
I hopped off the bench.
“Wanna go.”
“Pardon?!”
“Ewi going.”
“Ah… Yes.”
The gardener answered, clearly troubled.
I trotted after the gardener.
The place we were called to was quite secluded.
Faint voices were coming from around the corner.
“So dig up the garden, I tell you…!”
“Oh dear, what are you saying? The flowers grown with magic are fragile. Once disturbed, they’re ruined…”
“Since when do you talk back to—”
Then I heard a thump!
Startled, I quickly turned the corner and peeked out cautiously.
An old gardener was crouching down, having been kicked by Baron Zahavin, who had come as an evaluator.
“If you’re told to dig, then dig—what’s all this backtalk—!”
Thump!
A stone hit the head of the evaluator who had forced the gardener to kneel.
“Ack!”
Baron Zahavin, who let out a shriek, swiftly turned his head toward the direction the stone came from.
“Who would do such a—! Ah, Young Miss?”
“So.”
“Huh?”
“Why’a you doin’ sumthin wike this withow thwe mastew’s pewmission?” (Why are you doing something like this without the master’s permission?)
Baron Zahavin, with a beard like a swallow’s tail, looked at me in panic.
“Well, this is… uh… not something for a young lady like you to worry about. It’s under Young Master Joshua’s orders!”
Joshua?
From what I had heard, it seemed like they were talking about digging up the garden.
Why would Joshua want to dig up the garden?
I looked at Baron Zahavin with a suspicious expression.
That’s when.
“Already acting like the owner, are we?”
A soft voice came from behind me.
I turned around, and there was Joshua.
His lips curled up kindly, but his eyes were coldly fixed on me.
“Tha man hit Gwampa gardener.” (That man hit Grandpa gardener.)
“And?”
“Eh?”
“Punishing servants is a common practice here. Does that justify throwing a stone at my representative?”
Father has been away at war for five years, so Balzac and Joshua had guardians appointed among the nobles.
For Balzac, it was Viscount Kronetz.
For Joshua, it was Baron Zahavin.
Now that I think about it, it’s strange.
‘Balzac came here to heal his horse. Why did Joshua come?’
It’s unlikely that Joshua came all this way for Balzac.
It was evident, even from a brief observation, that the brothers didn’t get along well.
Joshua glanced at Baron Zahavin.
“Baron, you may leave.”
“Ah, yes…!”
Baron Zahavin hurried away.
Joshua and I were left staring at each other.
Joshua, after giving me a once-over, smiled brightly.
“Erylotte.”
“……”
“Even if you are the General’s biological daughter, you’re still a bastard. An unwelcome child born of common blood.”
“……”
“This is a request—please don’t be a nuisance. I still want some peace.”
With that, Joshua turned and walked away, still smiling brightly.
I just stared at him as he left.
The gardeners came running to me, breathless.
“Miss…!”
“Don’t listen to such words. You’re young and speak your mind.”
Speak my mind because I’m young?
‘No.’
Something was off.
Joshua isn’t the type to openly show hostility.
He usually acts kindly upfront and schemes sinisterly behind the scenes, like a snake.
But Joshua saying such things to me in front of all the gardeners?
‘It’s going to reach Father’s ears.’
I furrowed my brow.
It definitely felt something was amiss.
