This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 97
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Our luggage was loaded onto the carriages.
Michelan checked off items listed on parchment one by one, nodding his head.
“One book is missing. <Understanding Magic> isn’t here.”
“It’s in the second carriage, sir!”
“Put all the books in the first carriage. It’ll be easier to find them later. Which carriage are the clothes in?”
Today was the day Balzac, Joshua, and I would depart for the main ducal residence.
The twins had spent the entire remaining ten days in the castle.
“Should we tidy up the manor now?”
“Sure. We can come back here during the break, too.”
After deciding to tidy up the manor,
I ran to Michelan, flapping my sleeves.
“Mikewan, Mikewan.”
“Yes, Young Miss.”
“Whewe Han?”
I was referring to Han Jihyuk.
He was to be my hands and feet, so it’s better to have him around.
“He’s been added to the dispatch list, so he’ll be leaving for the ducal residence as well.”
“Yay!”
The third generation could bring one guard and one nanny each.
But since I didn’t have a nanny, I was able to bring Han Jihyuk instead.
‘I did think about finding a nanny, but…’
I grinned inwardly.
I already had someone in mind for the nanny.
“Kiddo, it’s time to leave!”
Balzac was waving at me from afar.
Recently, he started calling me ‘kiddo’.
After being scolded by my father for calling me ‘hey’, ‘tiny’, ‘dimwit’, his address had settled on ‘kiddo’.
I ran towards him, shouting, “Owkay!”
At the carriage waiting for Balzac, Joshua, and me, a crowd of servants, soldiers, and managers stood.
Betty and Heidi were crying as if the world was ending.
“Oh my, oh my, when will we see our Young Miss again…!”
“Uwaaah!”
The two had been crying for three days and were still wailing at the time of departure.
“I come back duwing bweak.”
“It’s too far away…!”
“Young Miss, you must eat well. Always cover yourself with the blanket when you sleep, don’t kick it off even if you feel stuffy…!”
I endured the maids who clung to me, crying heavily.
‘Maybe I spoiled them too much.’
It wasn’t just the maids who were in this state.
The managers and soldiers also looked at me with teary eyes.
‘Why are you…?’
“We will never forget the money you provided for the castle wall repairs, Young Miss.”
“And changing our ragged armors…!”
It seems they had been through a lot.
As I was surrounded by employees, managers, and soldiers saying their farewells, Balzac suddenly picked me up.
“When are you going to board?”
“We should leave soon. Erylotte.”
Joshua, already in the carriage, smiled at me.
‘Joshua has become incredibly kind.’
Originally, in his life, there were only enemies and minions.
I was curious which category I fell into.
“Oshuwa, is Ewi minnie-on?” (Joshua, am I your minion?)
“What?”
“Nwo?” (No?)
“Erylotte, you’re my sibling.”
“Thwen Bawshac?” (Then, Balzac?)
“We’re both written in the Astra family register.”
“…”
…Well, that’s how it was.
“Let’s go, quickly.”
“Erylotte, let’s depart.”
“Not gonna see Fathew?”
I looked towards the castle gate with drooping eyebrows and a sullen expression.
Father had gone to deal with the foreign tribes crossing the border, and it’s been three days since he hasn’t returned.
The soldiers spoke awkwardly.
“He will write a letter.”
“The situation at the border is terrifying. He was furious for not being able to bid farewell to you—”
“Can’t you keep quiet?”
Seeing the soldiers’ haggard expressions, Father must be incredibly angry.
I boarded the carriage, saying “Owkay.”
Then I waved my hands from the window.
“Buh-bye~!”
“Come back healthy!”
“Make sure to cover yourself with your blanket!”
“If anyone bothers you, send us a letter!”
People earnestly chased after our departing carriage, shouting.
Joshua chuckled.
“You’re quite popular.”
“Ewi awso wike ouw casow peopow too.” (I also like our castle’s people.)
“Yeah.”
As Joshua reached out to stroke my cheek, Balzac pulled me into a hug and growled.
“It’s my turn today!”
“I couldn’t be near Erylotte yesterday because I was packing.”
Lately, the two of them had been bickering over who got to spend time with me.
They fought so fiercely over who would play with me that it seemed like the castle might crumble.
So, I established a schedule:
One day for Joshua.
One day for Balzac.
And one day for Father.
…Father couldn’t understand why he had to fight with the kids over this.
