This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 90
And if someone wants the Astra family to be divided, the answer is clear.
‘Marquis Boucherz.’
That’s why I prepared.
I prepared to create irrefutable evidence.
No one would believe the speculations of a three-year-old.
I heard footsteps approaching from behind.
Turning towards the sound, I saw a 3-meter tall soldier, Mosco.
‘Han Ji-hyuk, that weakling, who would he trust to kick someone like that?’
Mosco gnashed his teeth and said,
“I heard everything you said to the ‘stupid wench.’ You bastard.”
Naturally, the gardener’s complexion turned ashen at the sight of the towering Mosco.
Seizing the moment, I made a scared face.
“Moshcow, I scawed…!”
Mosco’s face instantly twisted into a fierce scowl.
Clenching his fists so tightly they made a noise, he approached the gardener.
The beating began.
***
Baron Zahavin, with tears and snot running down his face, said,
“I mean, I lied because Young Master Joshua threatened me!”
Shaking like a leaf, it was clear how much he’d been threatened by my father.
And sobbing, he began to explain the truth.
“Right when I arrived in this jurisdiction, Young Master Joshua’s condition was not good. He quickly realized it was a curse and ordered me to find the medium.”
“The medium?”
“Yes. He succeeded in tracing the curse with magic…”
“How did he find what our mages couldn’t?”
“Well, that is…”
Baron Zahavin glanced nervously at my father.
Hesitating, then swallowing hard, he finally spoke,
“He saw it in the notes of Lord Lysian (the twins’ biological father)… with the magic written there…”
“Notes?”
“Yes, the Young Master came to the castle to steal the notes that are with you, General…”
People gasped in dismay.
I sighed just the same.
‘And I wondered why he hadn’t talked to Father about the curse.’
Curses are usually transmitted through objects.
So if Joshua had realized he was cursed, my father would have rummaged through everything first.
‘That’s why the notes of Uncle Lysian couldn’t be found.’
Now I understand why Joshua had lit the fireplace.
It wasn’t to burn letters but to burn papers with magical runes written on them.
Baron Zahavin continued in a groveling voice,
“Anyway, when we traced it, the curse originated from the garden.”
“So you tried to upturn all the flowers?”
People frowned.
“Why on earth didn’t you say something!”
“How could such a thing happen!”
“We must inform the main ducal residence about this─”
Amidst the chatter, my father spoke in a low voice,
“Everyone, out.”
“Pardon sir?”
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“Ah… Yes.”
The officials and Baron Zahavin glanced around cautiously and left the room.
Remaining in the room were just father and me, Balzac, and the unconscious Joshua.
Father quietly observed Joshua.
Balzac hesitated for a moment before speaking to my father.
“Um, General, about Young Master Joshua…”
“He must not have trusted me.”
“……”
“So he stole the book to survive. To have something, anything, as a weapon.”
Balzac bowed his head deeply. He seemed to think the same.
I carefully placed my hand on father’s arm.
“Oshua onwy a kid.”
“……”
“He jus scawed.”
Father and Balzac looked at me.
“See. Oshua smawt.”
“……”
“If he say to Gwanfathew, he gonna get scowded. Oshua smawt, so he know.”
“……”
“He din say anyfing about thwe curse. Becaws iffi did, Gwanfathew gonna scowd Fathew too.” (He didn’t say anything about the curse. Because if he did, Grandfather’s going to scold Father too.)
After all, Father was Joshua’s guardian.
If he had been cursed, it would reflect on my Father as neglectful.
Maybe it could even have led to disowning the twins.
‘For Joshua, Father was the most trustworthy among the relatives.’
Father stared intently at the lying Joshua.
As Joshua tossed and turned, the wet cloth on his forehead fell onto the pillow.
Father slowly placed the wet cloth back on Joshua’s forehead.
“Open your eyes if you’re awake.”
At Father’s words, Joshua’s eyelashes trembled slightly.
‘Ah, so he was awake.’
Joshua stubbornly kept his eyes shut.
I ran to him and gently patted his chest with my tiny hand.
Joshua’s body flinched for a moment.
“Scawy.”
“……”
“It’s hawd when awone.” (It’s hard when you’re alone.)
The first to react was Balzac.
Balzac bit his lip. Tears welled up in his reddened eyes.
Joshua turned his head to the other side, pretending to toss and turn.
“Dun be huwt.” (Don’t be hurt.)
Finally, Balzac broke into a sob.
Muffled crying sounds came through Joshua’s clenched teeth.
***
The garden was completely dismantled.
Father had turned it into dust using his blessing.
The gardeners looked bewilderedly at the dust that was once the garden.
The main ducal residence sent not one but three healers.
Joshua was among the highest-ranked of the third generation (the duke’s grandchildren), so the capital was in an uproar too.
‘Now it’s my turn for revenge.’
I narrowed my eyes.
