this 3 years old is a villainess

Chapter 7

chapter 1-6 is here : https://www.novelupdates.com/series/this-three-year-old-is-a-villainess/

it's a mtl novel, not htl

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I woke up to the sound of birdsong and got up.

It looks like the sun has already risen and it smells like morning.

As my hazy mind cleared, I was startled.

This wasn't my bedroom.

I hurriedly looked around.

familiar desk.

Familiar wallpaper.

And a tapestry engraved with a crow with four wings, the symbol of Astra.

'It's Grandpa's office... ... !'

Why am I here?

Just thinking about it, I remembered what happened yesterday.

I was tired of crying and fell asleep.

... ... Also in Grandpa's arms.

'I think my grandfather brought me here.'

I contemplated and looked around.

I was the only one in the office.

Where did your grandfather go?

is it fortunate

As I was about to get up from the sofa, I saw a round saliva mark where I was.

It looks like she fell asleep while lying on her back.

He rubbed hard to erase the saliva marks.

Then I heard the door open.

"Are you awake?"

"Conrad!"

"Didn't your bed feel uncomfortable?"

It was fine when I was sleeping. The problem is that it's uncomfortable right now.

I said with a sad face.

"I, my bed, Joa."

So even if I fall asleep crying again because of the supporting role penalty, take me to the room next time... ... .

"I was going to take you to my room, but even the slightest touch made it uncomfortable."

It seems to have whined when I tried to move it.

'It's ruined, it's ruined!'

I tried not to be annoyed, but it turned out to be the most annoying.

I asked Conrad with a frightened face.

"The lower part?"

"You are in a restaurant. He told me to wake her up and bring her."

"really?"

"Are you very hungry because you didn't even have dinner?"

thank God.

If my grandfather thought that I was annoyed, he wouldn't have called me to the restaurant.

It was a lucky situation, so my expression brightened.

I took Conrad's hand and headed to the dining room.

Grandpa was eating with Viscount Debussy.

"Don't you? (Hello.)"

"... ... okay."

"Good morning, miss."

"Yes!"

I smiled broadly and sat down next to Grandpa.

The employees were stunned. Viscount Debussy's eyes widened too.

Come to think of it, there were no grandchildren sitting next to Grandpa.

When Grandpa sat at the top, everyone would sit at the far end.

I glanced at him, wondering if he might make me uncomfortable.

Grandpa didn't say anything.

'Then what's up?'

As we sat down, the food came out.

This morning's menu was French Toast. It was cut into small pieces so that the child could eat it.

I was excited and picked up the fork.

And I'm going to eat... ... .

'Huh?'

I could see that little food had dwindled on Grandpa's plate.

His menu was a large steak.

The surface is shiny and the cut section has a lot of juice on it, so it looks very delicious.

no appetite?

To say that, the salad served with garnish was empty.

'Ah, it's inconvenient to eat.'

Maybe it's a tooth or jaw pain.

It's like seeing Grandpa rubbing his chin under his ear while chasing Conrad.

'I can't even pay a sick tea, it's hard.'

Even if not, when the situation is complicated, if you even show a painful expression, the hyenas will flash their eyes.

The Duke is old, now it's time to plan for the future.

I pondered for a moment.

Then he poked the toast with a fork and handed it to Grandpa.

"... ... !"

"... ... !"

"... ... !"

Breathing sounds were heard from everywhere.

The servants who served them had their eyes popping out. Conrad and Viscount Debussy were also surprised.

Grandpa paused and looked at me.

"What."

"Drink. (it's delicious.)"

"... ... ."

As long as my grandfather is healthy, I am not in danger either.

From the looks of it, it seems that he only ate grass for several days.

With that meticulous personality, there was no way I would have asked him to change the menu so that people would notice his condition.

The surroundings became as quiet as a thin ice sheet.

While everyone was not breathing, Viscount Debussy coughed.

"Isn't that the young lady's sincerity?"

"... ... ."

"Or shall I eat it? Can you give it to me, lady?"

"done."

Grandpa took the toast I gave him and ate it.

It seems that chewing soft French toast is not uncomfortable at all.

I brought out the toast one more time.

"In addition."

"... ... ."

"Yum yum."

"... ... ."

Grandpa took it one more time.

Viscount Debussy laughed as madly as yesterday.



* * *



'I ate it with care, and I was bloated.'

Grandpa ate the toast I gave him.

Maybe two were enough?

Viscount Debussy laughed the whole meal, and then got a blow from his grandfather.

I grabbed Konrad's hand and left the kitchen.

Conrad asked kindly.

"What are you going to play today?"

"I'm going to Dosogan. (I'm going to the library.)"

"There will be no picture books. How about the greenhouse?"

"Tosogan Joah. (I like the library.)"

I have work to do.

I laughed inwardly.

'It's Grandpa's birthday soon.'

Next month is my grandfather's birthday.

A big banquet was held, and it was a very important event for the immediate family.

It's a chance to win your grandfather's favor as a gift.

Of course, I didn't have the ability to offer holy relics or legendary treasures like the rest of my immediate family.

First of all, I'm 3 years old with no money.

'But I have the information I saw in <Bing. Heuk. Hand>.'

I let go of Konrad's hand and said.

"No!"

"Yes, miss. Have a good day."

I waved to Conrad and headed straight for the library.

The library was far from the restaurant.

I had to go through the second gate, but there was a monster guarding it, so I froze hard.

It was a beast-type monster, and its fur was hard and pointed like a needle.

It was so big that if he hit me with his front paw just once, he would go straight to the next world.

I leaned against the wall and crept in.

The moment you are about to go through the gate.

"Cruckle."

Surprised, it hardened as it was.

I fear him the most.

In <Bing.Black.Hand>, the main character, Dahlia, almost died because of her.

It was because Erylot had set her free because she was aiming for Dahlia's way.

At that time, if the brothers and sisters who loved Dahlia hadn't run away, they might have died.

'In the end, the shoulder was bitten.'

I don't know how cruel the description was.

"Kreuk... ... ."

"Stop, I'll just pass by... ... . (Puppy, I'll pass by for a little bit...)"

"Kong-!!"

"... ... !"

I quickly went back the way I came.

that bastard asshole.

'I have to go to the library.'

If you want to make a 'body regression system' as a gift from your grandfather, you need to collect data.

physical regression.

It was like a dream drug for the elderly, to the extent that it was given the monstrous name of physical regression.

Because it has a huge effect on sore teeth.

'There are no dentures in this world, so when you get old, you suffer from teething.'

So old people will turn their eyes.

Of course, Grandpa will love it too.

Not long ago, Grandpa had a toothache and couldn't eat properly.

'The raw material of the body rejuvenating agent is green lavender.'

Of course, it was a difficult plant to obtain.

But I know it's around here.

Because Dahlia found it by chance in the castle.

It's probably thanks to the main character's buff, but it was good for me.

'I was going to go to the library and look up the format conditions... ... .'

If you find a suitable place in the castle, you will find green lavender.

I moaned and moaned and looked at the monster.

Shall I close my eyes and run?

Are you afraid to go with an adult?

Conrad or the maids would go with you.

It was a moment of contemplation.

"what."

A muffled sound was heard from behind.

A girl with her arms crossed and a woman who appeared to be a senior employee were walking along.

A large pendant hung from the woman's neck.

'It is the mark of a nurse (nanny of a noble child).'

The girl asked with a frown.

"Who are you and why are you wandering around at the second gate, where only your immediate family can enter?"

I quickly realized who the kid was.

Because it was exactly the same kid as the description in the novel.

Blond curls curled up.

green eyes.

freckles on the cheeks.

'Liantine.'

It was my cousin sister.

Liantine frowned.

"Can't you hear me?"

"Lady, you seem to be able to enter the second gate."

"what?"

Liantine frowned at my nanny's words.

Soon his lips went up.

"Ah."

Liantine, who came with her arms crossed, raised her chin arrogantly.

"Dirty blood. Right?"

"I'm dirty. (I am not dirty.)"

"You say you are trembling to get something to eat. Like a beggar."

"... ... ."

"That's dirty."

"... ... ."

"Don't downgrade your family, you fit the theme—"

The boy, who was speaking as if he was giving a big lesson, paused.

The sound of footsteps was coming from behind the corner.

"Oh, ladies."

It was Viscount Debussy.

Liantin's expression changed in an instant.

"Viscount Debussy~"

He sang his own son-in-law in a charming way, and he smiled brightly.

It was different from what I was doing.

Viscount Debussy is his grandfather's closest confidant.

As the most trusted vassal, he was sometimes given higher authority than his immediate family.

So, even if you are a direct descendant of Liantine, you want to look good to Viscount Debussy.

There must also be a desire to hear good stories in Grandpa's ears.

"Long time no see."

"Yes. How have you been?"

"no. Because training is so hard... ... ."

Liantine rubbed her lips.

"But what happened to the castle? He must have been on a break after training outside."

"It's Grandpa's birthday soon. I am going to prepare a present."

"i See."

Viscount Debussy nodded and looked at me.

"He left."

Then he put a pretty stone in my hand.

This is the stone I picked up in the garden yesterday.

"It's bittersweet."

As I said, Viscount Debussy smiled softly.

"What. Rather, what are you doing here?"

"Go to Dosogan. (I'm going to the library.)"

"Oh, that's right~ Would you like to go together then?"

It was Liantine's words.

The face that had just laughed at dirty blood a moment ago has now become like an angel.

Having said that, Liantine looked at Viscount Debussy.

"Erilot was in the 12th tower for a long time. You don't know Seong-an, so I'm going to help."

"It's nice to see the cousins on good terms. But, Lady Erilot has work to do, so I think you should go for it."

"... ... Does he have work to do?"

"It's time to read the ancient language."

Come to think of it, yesterday I did not say that I was greeted by collaborators, and today I read that I was eating while looking after my grandfather.

I said, "Yes." and went to Viscount Debussy.

"Can I give you a hug?"

"I walk alone."

"You are brave."

When the Viscount Debussy smiled, Liantine said.

"Can I go with you? I want to see Grandpa."

"That's right."

Liantine said, "Wow." and stuck to the side of Viscount Debussy.



* * *



"Most Toberjazhen, who had come from Seocho, was launched. (Operation to subdue monsters from the west has begun.)"

"Yes, miss. We do this today."

"Yes."

I put the history book I was reading down on the table.

"Oh!"

Liantine looked at the history book with a surprised expression. Then, after looking around, I put it down very slightly.

"Erilot, this ancient history book is the original."

"... ... ."

"It is a book of great historical value, so treat it with care."

Didn't you put it down that hard?

It was mediocre.

Liantine continued to speak.

"Actually, these relics should belong to the Imperial Palace. So, just by having this history book, you can know the power of Astra."

"Do you already know that?"

When the Viscount Debussy laughed haha, Liantine said excitedly.

"You say this book was passed down to your grandfather by your great-grandfather?"

'Ugh.'

As soon as the story came out, I hurriedly looked at my grandfather.

He was expressionless as always, but his eyes were subdued.

It is true that the previous duke gave that book to his grandfather.

To be more precise, he gave only one of his many possessions.

History books were relics with only names that could not be interpreted at the time.

What does this mean?

'Budgeri who only has the last name of Astra.'

─ is said.

So, giving me the book was nothing more than a mean word to always remember your situation.

Everyone laughed at Grandpa about it.

Until Grandpa slaughtered all his brothers and climbed the duke.

Since then, people never bring it up in front of Grandpa.

Viscount Debussy also looked into his grandfather's heart.

However, Liantine was arguing without notice.

"Looking at what I received, my grandfather thought he was great even when he was young... ... ."

"It's a butterfly!"

I quickly turned around.

Then I jumped off the chair and went to catch the butterfly that came into the window.

I sneaked up and clasped my hands in the direction of the butterfly.

'Caught.'

Playing like this alone every day in the 12th tower, it was almost a player who caught anything with wings.

I went up to my grandfather and said,

"Lord."

"... ... ."

Viscount Debussy seemed to be happy that the topic had changed, so he added a little talk.

"It is said that butterflies have many meanings. A butterfly with white wings is 'serene', a butterfly with blue wings is a 'miracle'... ... ."

"... ... ."

"Yellow wings mean 'to hold the glory'."

I released the butterfly to my grandfather's hand.

A butterfly flew across Grandpa's fingertips.

It had yellow wings.

"Yeah, I finally got it."

"Yes!"

When I replied brightly, Grandpa chuckled.

Liantine bit her lip and looked at me.

The child, who had been wheezing for a long time without the adults knowing, opened his mouth.

"Hey, Grandpa."

"okay."

"I am preparing a birthday present."

Instead of the unanswered grandfather, Viscount Debussy answered.

"It's a strange thing. Others are also eager to prepare birthday gifts."

"... ... ."

"How about repaying the person who gives you the best gift? It will be fun for the banquet."

Grandpa was silent for a moment, then glanced at me.

Then he immediately nodded.

"It wouldn't be bad."

Liantine was very happy.

"Wow! I will work hard!"

The boy said goodbye to his grandfather and left the room, saying he would go to prepare a gift.

I also left the room with Viscount Debussy.

'I need to prepare a present too... ... .'

It is too scary to go to the second gate where the library is located.

I said a little to the Viscount.

"It's a book."

"Can I bring you a picture book?"

Viscount Debussy was very hospitable, thanks to me for changing the subject.

"I'm looking forward to seeing the food guide."

"A botanical encyclopedia? It must still be difficult."

"A lot of pretty pictures."

"Yes, I will have someone find it."

exciting!

I was afraid of monsters, so I was wondering how to go about it.

'How the hell did Erylot of <Bing.Black.Son> release that scary monster?'

To release it, you have to get close.

There was no way he wouldn't attack even after he was released.

'Anyway, we should focus on the green lavender.'

The servant sent by Viscount Debussy brought a bunch of books.

I had a pile of books in my room and locked myself in for a few days.

But it was strange.

'What the hell happened?'

I searched everything from plant guides to books that recorded plants in legend.

But there was no mention of green lavender anywhere.

As if such a thing didn't exist.