This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 93
I had been an ordinary college student in Korea.
I remember enjoying that novel while I was reading it, and I thought I transmigrated as an extra.
I had already gone through all sorts of hardships, but it turns out I’m the granddaughter of the Duke Astra, the final villain?!
‘Huh. So the main character changed again.’
When Joshua got saved, Balzac went back to being a supporting character.
There were now also eight active chapters.
‘I wonder what happened?’
‘That’s it!’
If a character has a backstory that surpasses Dahlia’s, the protagonist of the novel could change.
‘Wait, then could I become the protagonist too?’
I thought about it and then shook my head.
If that were the case, I would have become the protagonist long ago.
Among the three conditions of a protagonist, I lack ‘ability’.
My supposed blessing of the ability to read ancient language reading was a fake.
The ability to read comments was never described in the novel either.
So, in the novel, I am judged as someone without abilities.
‘Anyway, it’s good that it returned to <Grandvill>.’
If the content of the novel changes, so will the future.
There are still things I need to obtain, so the future must not change.
Then, Heidi said,
“It’s almost snack time. Shall we go?”
“Whas-snack?” (What’s the snack?)
“Castellas.”
“Wow─!”
I adore milk and also really love castellas, which goes perfectly with milk.
Excitedly, I ran to my room to prepare to welcome the castellas.
Waddling as I ran, I bumped into my father in the courtyard.
Behind my father stood Joshua and Balzac.
“Hewwo!”
I ran up, waving one arm to greet them.
My father reached under my arms and scooped me up.
“Where are you off to in such a hurry?”
“Snackie today is cassella!”
My father smiled, lifting the corners of his mouth.
Then, he glanced at the maid and said,
“Bring the snacks to my office.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir.”
And so, I was carried by my father to the office.
It had been a really long time since I had spent time with my father.
He had been mostly at the ducal palace or in the capital, dealing with Joshua’s curse incident.
We entered the office and gathered around the table.
Soon after, a plate with castella bars and a small crystal glass filled with milk were placed in front of me.
I ate the snack with twinkling eyes, and Joshua looked at Father and said,
“I would like to return this to you, General.”
What he took out from his bosom was an old book.
Seeing ‘Lysian J. Astra’ written on the cover, it seemed this was the book Joshua had stolen.
There were no more words between my father and Joshua.
Balzac, sitting next to Joshua, also kept his mouth tightly shut.
‘Geez!’
There’s too little conversation among these people.
Things that could be easily resolved through dialogue become complicated because they’re wrapped up tightly.
‘Can’t be helped.’
I stumbled through the name written on the book.
“Wy… si… an. Tha’s Uncow!”
As I spoke, my father nodded.
“Yes, it’s your uncle’s book.”
“No way! No talk about Uncow!”
I put my hand on my waist and spoke in a childlike manner. I felt a bit of a reality check but ignored it.
My father furrowed his brows.
“What?”
“Uncow do sumfing bad to Fathew, so no talk about him, wight?” (Uncle did something bad to Father, so we can’t talk about him, right?)
Then I looked at the twins.
The twins lowered their heads slightly and said nothing.
‘Does Father really hate Uncle Lysian?’
I don’t think so.
Father is someone who never gives his attention to those he dislikes.
Even if Grandfather ordered it, he wouldn’t have accepted the children of someone he considered his enemy.
But Father accepted the twins and provided them with a lot of support.
He even bought them a residence near the duke’s castle.
And the twins, their attire and the items they carried, were all extremely expensive.
They also achieved good grades in their exams.
‘All this must have been possible because Father generously spent money.’
Perhaps this is why Father couldn’t freely use his private assets when the budget was tight?
‘Because he must have some money in hand when those kids become independent.’
Father sighed.
“What could Lysian have possibly….”
At that moment, the twins quickly turned their heads to look at Father.
“Lysian might be eccentric, but he’s too cowardly to do something like poisoning.”
“Excuse me?”
“What?”
The twins’ eyes widened, and my father crossed his arms.
“You’re lucky to have each other. Having twins is quite a good thing.”
I smiled broadly and said,
“Fathew awso hab Uncow Wysian twin.” (Father also had Uncle Lysian as a twin.)
“Yes. For me as well… it was a good thing.”
Father handed the book back to Joshua.
“This was something I intended to give you when you became an adult. There was no need to steal it.”
“…….”
“Balzac.”
“Yes, sir?”
“I can’t return ‘The Madam and Charles’ to you.”
“I didn’t know it was that kind of book!”
Balzac blushed and looked wronged, so I giggled.
‘Everything has been resolved well.’
So now it should be peaceful until we go to the main residence, right?
.
.
Until then, I really knew nothing.
How the three men were looking at me, dipping castellas into milk and munching away.
This was the beginning of the hellish battle for Erylotte.
