this 3 years old is a villainess

Chapter 29

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Joshua returned to the room.

However, I heard something rustling in the bedroom.

He frowned and opened the door leading to the bedroom.

Balzac's shoulders, who had been searching through the drawers, suddenly rose.

"Uh, are you here... ... ?"

"What are you doing there?"

Balzac said with a look of embarrassment.

"You have stirrups. little one."

"what?"

"Ah, why did Prince Lisian make something for you... ... ."

"Balzac—!!"

Joshua's screams echoed through the room.

Balzac flinched.

Joshua grabbed Balzac by the collar and slammed it against the wall. pushed

"I told you several times not to talk about Lisian."

Lysian Astra.

Its name was Brother's Shackles.

The father who tried to poison Daymond and betrayed Astra.

He stole the relics of the gods from Astra.

Lisian's death was also due to the holy relics. He was cursed by the holy things and died at such an early age.

If the twins hadn't been born with strong protection, they might have been abandoned right after Lisian's death.

As such, Lisian's name was a taboo for the twins.

Balzac muttered.

"You made a mistake... ... ."

"How many times do you make that mistake?"

"... ... ."

Joshua looked at Balzac with a cold face.

"If you're stupid, keep your mouth shut, or if you can't keep your mouth shut, you can think."

Balzac's eyebrows twitched.

"Are you serious?"

"The worst thing is your mental state."

"this-"

The energy began to tremble in Balzac's hand.

When he stretched out his hand, Joshua quickly clenched his throat and backed away.

The wave that had emanated from Balzac's hand pierced the wall as it was.

bang-!

The wall was dug into a huge circle with a dull noise.

"Shall we stick together!"

"Do you think you are the only one who has the protection of the offensive system? That's stupid."

Balzac frowned and placed his hand on the dagger around his waist.

Joshua also grabbed the sword hanging from the wall.

Balzac was the first to attack.

When the two were just about to meet,

"eye patch!"

Erilot, who rushed forward, blocked the two of them.

Suddenly, surprised, Balzac retreated.

Joshua took a step back.

The brother frowned and looked at the boy who stood in the way.

"Hey!"

Balzac groaned.

"Crazy? Why jump between the swords!"

At the very least, it almost would have been a shattered night.

"It's because we fight."

Erylot said while still blocking the two of them.

"No matter how much we fight, what if I jump between the swords!"

"What do you care?"

Balzac and Joshua answered in turn.

"It's not like we're fighting between brothers."

"Astra also kills siblings."

"... ... ."

There was nothing to say about Joshua's opinion, so the child was silent for a moment.

Then he groaned, umm, umm, as if contemplating, and then narrowed his eyes.

"Gummon, I'm still a baby, so I'm fighting Goya. (Then I'm still a baby, so I'll fight without danger.)"

Balzac sighed and snorted.

"Are you stupid? Where is the fight that is not dangerous?"

"This."

"Is there?"

"Huh!"

Erilot took Balzac and Joshua's hands one by one.

'... ... !'

'What, what?'

Joshua was stunned and startled, and so was Balzac.

Balzac glanced at Erylot's tiny little hand that was holding mine.

'Why is he grabbing people like that?'

Except when I was young, when I couldn't even lock a button, no one ever caught me.

When receiving swordsmanship training, or in contact with others.

However, Erilot was not afraid to hold hands.

'... ... Am I good?'

If you think about it, yes.

King God Ultra Generation I helped a wild horse running on the grassland, and because it was tickling, I gave him some medicine... ... .

Erilot's hand held a large footstool, and he coughed in vain.

Erilot dragged the two of them to the table.

We put the two of them together, and made Balzac and Joshua face each other and hold hands.

"what!"

"Let go."

The two quickly moved away as if they had touched an insect.

Erilot said casually.

"It's green onion."

"What are you wrestling with?"

"Green onion. If you knock it down first with force, it will hit you."

Erilot mimicked arm wrestling with her own arm.

The brother saw it and burst out laughing.

It was ridiculous that it was just a fight.

Joshua frowned.

"Everyone get out of my room. Don't be silly—"

"Huh, is Yosha going to lose weight? (Huh, does Joshua look like he's going to lose?)"

"what?"

"Because I'm avoiding you. Goya with a stronger Baljaku. Is not it?"

Balzac gave a happy expression on his face.

"of course! I am the older brother."

At the same time, Joshua scoffed, saying that he couldn't even compete with him.

Joshua smiled coldly.

"The idiot is still there."

"How can you defeat me, reading only books in the corner of the room?"

"I must have forgotten. In the last swordsmanship match, I won."

"Because you wrote a mean number."

"You must have been an idiot."

The brothers' eyes blazed and met again.

Balzac bangs the table! and knocked

"Let's see who is stronger."

"I don't play games without pay."

"If you win, you will be punished from now on!"

Joshua raised an eyebrow.

The two brothers sat down.

After Erilot put a chair between the two of them, he stepped on it and climbed up.

Then, I placed one hand the size of my little one on top of the two clasped hands.

"Gurum Poetry—Jak!"

As soon as I said the start, I took my hand away.

The two brothers tightened their fists.