this 3 years old is a villainess

Chapter 11

Then Enzo laughed as if in trouble.

"Um, miss. A banquet is not something you can open with 1 or 2 gold—"

I pulled something out of the bag I was carrying on my side.

And he held out his hand and held it forward.

"What kind of jewel is that... ... !"

Enzo looked at the jewels in my hand with an expression of great surprise.

Each one was unique, and it looked ridiculously expensive to pretend.

This one was brought to me by Conrad last night.

'It's a reward for the physical regression system that I gave to my grandfather!'

Enzo's eyes widened.

The fact that a three-year-old me carries around such a size of jewelry was almost daunting.

He said, "This is enough for a banquet... ... ." It was when he murmured and held out his trembling hand to me.

widely!

He shook off Enzo's hand, which his father had barely touched.

"Are you going to extort money from a child's nose?"

"The nose is... ... . It wouldn't be money with a nose on it... ... ."

Enzo is right.

This was enough money for the private money of any noble family.

When I received it from Conrad, I could hear the trumpet in my ear.

So, in fact, it was very painful, but... ... .

'Are you trying to give as an investment?'

Plus, it's a gem, so there was no way for me to dispose of it and turn it into cash.

Father frowned as he watched Enzo dripping with regrets.

Then I tossed something and looked and saw it was the key.

"Take what you need from my treasury and use it."

"all right."

"what are you doing."

"Yes?"

"Can you return to jurisdiction within this week because you are ignorant?"

"I will prepare immediately."

Enzo greeted me and my father, and hurriedly disappeared.

'You're going to jurisdiction within this week?'

Six days left this week.

If you are a father who does not have a good relationship with your grandfather, you will hardly see him in nature.

In other words, he only had six days to get to know his father.



After that, the desperate 'Project to get acquainted with my father' began.



* * *



All day long I went to and from my father's office in the barracks.

We had breakfast, we went to lunch, we had dinner and we went again.

It's been three days since my father came to the castle.

After lunch I went back to my father's office.

He knocked on the big door with his claws and Kongkong, and Enzo opened the door.

"Did you come for dinner?"

Enzo, who got used to me in two days, smiled brightly.

My father's other lieutenants also greeted me with a smile.

I said goodbye to Enzo and sat down on the rug where my father's work table was.

Fortunately, my father didn't say anything.

It was because I did not have time to take care of me because I had so much work to do after returning after 5 years.

Sometimes when I was playing, I looked at him with a face like, 'There's something like that'.

'That's good enough.'

In my grandfather's time, I could never go into the room, but in my father's time, I could stay in the office.

'If you stay by my side, you will have a chance to look good.'

I played with writing in my sketchbook.

Seeing this, Enzo asked.

"Are you writing already?"

I raised my chin and raised my chin with a proud expression.

'How hard did you work?'

It took three years for it to be completely different from Korean or English.

'I'm not good at writing sentences yet, but I'm still doing better than my peers.'

"Hey, you're the young lady of Astra. With an ordinary person—"

Saying that, Enzo flinched.

It was because my father was looking at this side with a dry expression on his face.

'Enzo idiot.'

My father hates Astra very much.

In particular, he couldn't hide his laughter at the word 'Astra, too'.

While Enzo was bewildered, I quickly changed the subject.

"I am not a handwriting fan! (I know a lot of handwriting!)"

"Well, is that so? Then can you write your name?"

"Huh!"

I lay down and wrote hard.



[Damon... ... ]



After writing ─, I glanced at my father.

'If you do well, do it again.'

If you are overly smart, you may be warned rather than liked.

'What if I think of it as a manufactured human?'

I erased what I had written with crayons and wrote a new letter.

"Yogi."

Speaking of which, the lieutenants, including Enzo, looked at them with interesting expressions.



[Mondeukyi]



"Wow!"

There was a sound as if breathing had stopped from somewhere.

The long-haired lieutenant covered his mouth with a face that looked like he was about to die.

Enzo was the same. He pinched his thigh fiercely.

The situation of the other lieutenants was no different.

Since I wrote so large, I could see my writing on my father's desk.

"... ... ."

As his forehead wrinkled, Enzo spoke quickly.

"Yeah, those two letters were right."

"Yes. She is only three years old and she is very good."

Then he slipped my sketchbook over to the next page.

I glanced at my father.

'I was too much trying to pretend to be a lover.'

I was so nervous because I thought I was going to say something.

But, without saying anything, he concentrated on what he was doing.

'... ... .'

I tinkered with the lace on my clothes.

'I think my father is a better person than I thought.'

Although his impression was cold, he was not overly rude to a child.

Rather, it doesn't cut it even though it's annoying on my side.

'Maybe he will make me a little prettier... ... ?'

I shook my head as I thought.

I don't think there is ever such a thing as unpaid love.

Others may have it, but at least not for me.

'It was like that in the original world.'

When I was Hye-Min Yoo, when I was young, I lived alone with my mother. Because my father passed away early.

It was only after I started to walk that my mother remarried.

My grandmother was very happy.



"I thought I would live as a widow with children all my life, but what is a son-in-law who works for such a good company?"



As much as my grandmother was very happy, my stepfather was a good person.

Because my wife treated her daughter well.

'... ... Until my brother was born.'

Seven months after the mother and stepfather got married, a younger sister Se-eun was born.

My younger brother was a sweet and lovable child. The whole family fell in love with him.

My grandmother always said this while holding Se-eun.



"I was born after my mother sold me, so you did all the filial piety that you will do for the rest of your life. Aww, what a pretty thing."



Every time I heard that, the lady next door said, "Your grandmother is old-fashioned." and said

But I thought that what my grandmother said was not entirely wrong.

My mom said she didn't know what to do with her younger sister because she was pretty.

After my brother was born, I was out of my mother's interest, but it was okay.

Because my mom was happy.

Then one day, around the time I entered elementary school.

Leaving a doll behind, me and my brother struggled.



"Give it! What a difference!"

"No. This was my mom's birthday present!"



I was afraid that the doll's neck would be ripped, so I pushed my little brother away without realizing it.



"What are you doing!"



When my stepfather chased me in, he yelled at me like a fire.

Then he hugged his crying brother and gently frozen him.



"Don't buy ten of those things. Yes? drop it drop. Our Se-eun's pretty eyes are going to swell."



The younger brother put him in his father's arms, cut him off, and stuck out his tongue.

My maternal grandmother also heard the story and followed her like Deukdal.



"After becoming an older sister, I fight with my younger brother over dolls or anything else. Are you going to take responsibility if your father says that you can't live with your mother because of you? okay?"

"... ... ."

"Reflection, reflection!"



Mom pretended not to know it.

He only patted his younger brother on the back, who was sleeping in his arms, but he went into the bedroom and did not come out.

Children are more sensitive than you think.

easily recognize the situation.

I vaguely noticed that I had come into this family by my brother's side.

I realized that my younger brother and older sister were the kind of person I could treat with care.

Until Se-eun graduated, all of her homework was my responsibility.

When he became a college student, he never took a day off from a part-time job to earn money for his younger brother, who started playing the piano.

Because he gave expensive lessons that his father's salary alone could not cover.

Still, my brother



"Seun-ah, who cleans up our food outside?"

"Oh, my maid."



He was joking and said these things easily.

My younger sister was the princess of our house in exchange for the opportunity to marry my mother and stepfather.

And I came into the house without payment, so as a maid... ... .

'Stop, stop.'

I quickly shook my head.

Just thinking about it makes me feel bad, so let's stop.

But thanks to my brother, there was one good thing.

Because I got to know <Bing. Heuk. Hand>.

The novel was my brother's favorite.

'It would have been better if I had become Erilot without knowing anything.'

So I cleared my head and glanced at my father.

'Anyway, I need a price to be liked by my father.'

Is there no good way

As I was thinking about it, I heard a knock.

"This is Konrad Martial."

Conrad!

I jumped up, and Enzo, who had my father's permission, opened the door.

Conrad entered the room and greeted his father.

And when our eyes met, I wrinkled my nose.

father asked.

"The dragon."

"The explorer has found a clue to the Purification Stone on Mount Hadix."

"Because."

"This is an order for the military to search for the Purification Stone on Mount Hadix."

"For my soldiers who have been back less than three days."

"You said that if you find a fossil, you will review the budget of the jurisdiction again."

Having said that, Konrad handed over the papers. It seemed to be a document related to Jeonghwa-seok.

I looked at my father with a puzzled expression.

'Are you going to do it? Huh?'

Disobedience of orders is punishable by military law.

Besides, they say they will review the budget too!

This is what my grandfather conceded.

Enzo and his father's lieutenants also looked at him with eager expressions.

Dad licked his tongue and looked at Enzo.

"Prepare your troops. Tomorrow morning, we leave for Mount Hadix."

"Yes... ... !"

Enzo and his lieutenants, at any rate, had to change their father's heart, so they quickly headed out.

'If it is a purification stone, it is said that it purifies the curse... ... . uh?'

I glanced at my father, startled.

The contents of the novel flashed through my mind.



["A purification stone was found in Mount Hadix?"

"Yes, it's a feat after three search attempts."

"I'm sorry. If Daymond had been discovered while he was still alive, his precious talent would not have passed away."

"Isn't General Daymond killed in the war?"

"Did you not know? Rumor has it that a curse was manifested during the war and could not escape the enemy's sword."

"It is strange that a man who was so great died by the sword of a single soldier."]



'Yeah, it's not over just to prevent you from dying on the battlefield.'

If someone instigated death, he might take another chance and cast another curse.

'Father needs Jeonghwaseok.'

However, it would be very difficult to find the Jeonghwaseok.

It was not found after three search attempts for nothing.

'But I read the novel so I know where it is.'

But I couldn't tell you there.

It was very strange for me, who had never been to Mount Hadix, to know the location of the Purification Stone.

'You won't take me even if I comfort you?'

Then there was only one way.

What if I had someone higher to give orders?

'Okay, let's try.'

So I decided to visit my grandfather.



* * *



Returning to the nature before the sun went down, I went straight to my grandfather.

Viscount Debussy, who was with my grandfather, said to me.

"It seems like I haven't seen you in a while."

It's only been three days?

But other times, it might feel like it's been a while since I've been chasing my grandfather every day and night.

"No."

"Yes, miss. Did you have fun today?"

"Yes."

"What were you doing?"

"Uh... ... . I draw in the Avami room, I write in the Avami room, I paint in the Avami room, and... ... ."

As I folded my short fingers one by one, the Viscount said, "Hey." he nodded his head.

"You have a good relationship with Daymond-sama."

"Abami Joah."

The Viscount smiled haha, wondering if I was cute when I raised my arms and spoke.

"But why didn't you stay in the barracks and come here? Daymond-sama will be returning to jurisdiction this week, so it would be nice to have a more intimate time."

Even the Viscount doesn't seem to think that my father will take me to the jurisdiction.

'If it's a homunculus, it would be awkward to bring it to the jurisdiction.'

I poked my face out on the table and said.

"I'm going to see Habuji."

"You live with him, why?"

Eh?

I blinked my eyes.

'What is it, you say it like you're sorry.'

Have you ever been upset?

Viscount Debussy smiled and looked at his grandfather.

"Is it a pity that you couldn't see your granddaughter you see every day?"

"It was good that it wasn't bothersome!"

Grandpa dismissed it at once.

'Well then.'

Aside from me, I have a lot of grandchildren.

I can't be sad that I haven't been here for a few days.

'Certainly I was chasing you too much.'

It was just annoying when a child chased after him like that.

Grandpa glanced at me.

"So, what's going on here?"

"Abami, let's go to the mountains. Erilot is also worth it. (Father, let's go to the mountains. I want to go with Erilot too.)"

As he spoke with his twinkling eyes, Grandpa's eyebrows twitched.

"Go ahead and do something. All right, so wait patiently in the castle."

I couldn't hide my disappointment at Grandpa's words.

There were no monsters in Hardix Mountain, and I was hoping that they would allow it because I was only really going to search.

I shrugged my shoulders.

The Viscount Debussy, who saw that day and smiled single and single, said:

"miss."

"Yes."

"Does Grandpa like you even if you quickly decline a request?"

"Yes."

"Then, do you like your grandfather or your father?"

I said, "Ummm." He looked into the air with a squint.

People in my grandfather's study looked at me. Even the butler who poured tea into an empty teacup.

I answered.

"Abami."