This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 94
Balzac Astra had recently been suffering from a strange illness.
It wasn’t that he was angry, but sometimes he felt a strong urge to smash something.
His chest to the area below his neck itched incessantly, and occasionally, the corners of his mouth would tremble.
Having heard Balzac’s explanation, the doctor swallowed hard.
“I haven’t seen such a disease yet…”
Balzac scowled suddenly.
The doctor flinched, his shoulders tensing.
He had heard of Balzac Astra’s notorious reputation.
A very scary guy.
It’s said that he folds adults up once horizontally and once vertically if he gets upset. How he folds them, one wouldn’t want to imagine.
Seeing such a fearsome guy scowl, the doctor was chilled to the bone.
“I-If you give me some time, I will find out what this illness is, Young Master!”
“As soon as possible.”
“Yes!”
Tsk, clicking his tongue, Balzac got up and stormed out of the medical center.
‘Maybe I shouldn’t have come to the medical center but looked for a healer instead?’
He might have been cursed, like Joshua.
Even the doctor hadn’t heard of such a disease.
While thinking this, he heard a shrill scream in the distance.
“Rawr! It’s me~”
“I’m going to eat you! Oh no~”
Maids were running around chasing something.
Upon closer inspection, he saw Erylotte’s small, yellow head, her hair tied up in buns on either side, bouncing around.
Erylotte was toddling around.
‘Ah, not again.’
The urge to smash walls.
He felt the symptoms again while watching the waddling figure, who wasn’t even a duckling.
Yesterday, it was when he saw her tiny hands holding a cookie, like a small maple leaf.
The day before, it was when he saw her cheeks puffing while chewing her food.
“I’ve caught the Young Miss!”
“Kyaaahh!”
Hearing the scream, Balzac rushed over in an instant.
“You─!”
Balzac fiercely reprimanded the maid with a ferocious look.
“How dare you trouble a member of the Astra family!”
As he shouted loudly, the maids were startled.
Erylotte, in the arms of the maid, looked at him with wide eyes.
‘I must look really cool, huh?’
Balzac normally didn’t care much about others.
But Erylotte was so small, so tiny that she seemed like she would get crushed if held, so he decided to pay a little attention to her.
Balzac told the maid.
“Put her down.”
“Yes,, Young Master…”
Erylotte jumped down from the maid’s arms.
Then she stared at him intently.
Balzac cleared his throat and said.
“You don’t need to thank me that much.”
“No thankie.”
“What?”
“We pwaying tag. Bawshac not pwayed it befowe?” (We’re playing tag. Balzac never played it before?)
“…?”
Both twins were born with powerful offensive blessings.
When they were young, since they couldn’t control their blessings well, parents wouldn’t let their children stay near the twins.
As they grew old enough to control their blessings, they all became rivals, so they had never played such games before.
Erylotte, blinking her eyes, looked up at Balzac and said.
“Bawshac, you’we ‘it’! Yew gotta cach-us!” (Balzac, you’re ‘it’! You gotta catch us!)
Then she shouted, ‘Stawt!’ and ran off with the maids.
‘What, what is this…’
Balzac stood there dazed for a moment, then hesitantly started moving.
“Save me, oh no~”
“Ahh, no~”
When the maids were leisurely running, whoosh, bam─!
Balzac quickly leaped, closing the distance.
Seeing Balzac charging with murderous intent, the maids’ tone changed.
“Save me!!”
“Ahh!!”
It felt like a beast was chasing them, like rabbits being hunted by a tiger, their fur standing on end.
They ran desperately, but within just 3 minutes—
Balzac caught both maids one after the other and then abruptly turned around.
Erylotte, who had been watching with a pale face, stepped back in surprise.
As soon as their eyes met, he charged madly.
Toddle, toddle, toddle, toddle, toddle.
She seemed to be running earnestly, but she couldn’t shake Balzac off.
It took him only 30 seconds to catch Erylotte.
“Kyaah!”
“Caught you.”
Balzac grabbed Erylotte by the sides and lifted her up.
The child drooped her eyebrows, looking downcast.
“Bawshac won.”
“So, what do we do now?”
“Is my tuwn to be ‘it’.”
Erylotte jumped down from Balzac’s arms.
“Now yew gotta hide. Stawt!”
Balzac began to move slowly.
Erylotte chased after him with shining eyes.
Though she looked soft and quick to give up, she had a resilient side.
No matter how far he ran, she never gave up and kept following him.
‘It’s… kind of fun?’
Balzac matched his steps with her, then suddenly sped up when he was about to be caught.
“Eek!”
Just as Erylotte’s face turned red with exertion and she tried to leap to catch Balzac,
“It’s dangerous.”
Someone caught Erylotte.
It was Joshua.
