This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 85
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Joshua returned to his room.
But inside the bedroom, there was a rustling noise.
With a scowl, he flung open the door leading to the bedroom.
Balzac, who had been rummaging through the drawers, was seen flinching.
“Oh, you’re back…?”
“What are you doing there?”
Balzac let out an embarrassed cough,
“I mean, uh, you have stirrups, right? Small ones.”
“What?”
“Oh, you know, the one made for you at Castle Lysian—”
“Balzac—!!”
Joshua’s shout echoed loudly in the room.
Balzac flinched.
Joshua grabbed Balzac by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
“I’ve told you not to mention Lysian’s name.”
Lysian Astra.
That name was a shackle for the brothers.
The father who tried to poison Daymond and betrayed Astra.
And also stole a sacred relic from Astra.
Lysian’s death was also due to the relic. He died young because he was cursed by it.
If the twins hadn’t been born with powerful blessings, they might have been discarded right after Lysian’s death.
Thus, Lysian’s name was nearly taboo for the twin brothers.
Balzac muttered,
“It was a mistake…”
“And how many times are you going to make that mistake?”
“……”
Joshua glared at Balzac with a cold face.
“If you’re dumb, keep your mouth shut, or if you can’t, at least try to think.”
Balzac’s eyebrows twitched.
“Isn’t that a bit harsh?”
“The only thing that’s harsh is your mental state.”
“This—”
Energy began to flicker in Balzac’s hand.
When he thrust his hand out, Joshua quickly let go of the collar and stepped back.
The energy from Balzac’s hand shot straight into the wall.
BOOM—!
The wall was deeply dented with a dull noise.
“Wanna fight?”
“You think you’re the only one with an offensive blessing? Idiot.”
Balzac frowned and put his hand on the dagger at his waist.
Joshua also grabbed the sword hanging on the wall.
Balzac was the first to attack.
Just as they were about to clash,
“Nwooo!”
Erylotte, running with jingling steps, blocked between the two.
Startled, Balzac stepped back.
Joshua also took a step back.
The brothers glared at the small child blocking their way.
“Hey!”
Balzac shouted angrily.
“Are you crazy? Why jump between swords!”
She almost turned into a squished chestnut.
“Cuz you’we fighting.” (Because you’re fighting.)
Erylotte still blocked them as she spoke.
“What are you trying to jump in between a fight!”
“What’s it to you.”
Balzac and Joshua answered in turn.
“Bwothews shouldun fight.” (Brothers shouldn’t fight.)
“Astra is a place where brothers also kill each other.”
“……”
Seemingly at a loss for words at Joshua’s remark, the child fell silent.
Then, pondering with hums and haws, she narrowed her eyes.
“Bwut you’we stiww babies. Yew can’t fight wike tha. Dun do it cuz it’s dangeywous.” (But you’re still babies. You can’t fight like that. Don’t do it because it’s dangerous.)
Balzac snorted.
“Fool. Is there such a thing as a non-dangerous fight?”
“Thewe is.”
“Really?”
“Ywes!”
Erylotte grabbed the hands of both Balzac and Joshua.
‘……!’
‘What, what’s this.’
Joshua was surprised, and so was Balzac.
Balzac glanced at Erylotte’s tiny hand holding his.
‘Why does she grab people so easily?’
Except for when he was too young to button his own shirt, there were hardly any times someone held him.
He only touched others during sword training.
But Erylotte had no hesitation in holding hands.
‘……Does she like me?’
Thinking about it, that’s right.
Like that time helping KingGodUltraGenerationWildHorseRunningAcrossThePlains, and applying ointment when he was feeling itchy…
With Erylotte’s hand in his, Balzac gave a loud, awkward cough.
Erylotte pulled the two boys to the table.
She sat them down opposite each other and made Balzac and Joshua hold hands.
“What’s this!”
“Let go.”
They both quickly pulled away as if they had touched a yucky bug.
Erylotte said nonchalantly,
“Awm wesling.” (Arm wrestling.)
“What wrestling?”
“Awm wesling. Yew push down hawd an twy to knock ovow thwe othew pewson’s han-down.” (Arm wrestling. You push hard and try to knock the other person’s hand down.)
Erylotte mimicked arm wrestling with her own arms.
The brothers burst into disbelieving laughter.
Such a silly thing, you’re calling this a fight?
Ludicrous.
Joshua scowled deeply.
“Everyone out of my room. Stop this nonsense—”
“Hmm, Oshua gonna wose then?” (Hmm, so Joshua’s going to lose then?)
“What?”
“You’we afoiding it. ‘Cuz Bawshac’s stwongew, wight?” (You’re avoiding it. Because Balzac is stronger, right?)
