This Three Year Old Is a Villainess-Chapter 253

A magnificent palace made entirely of gold.

Seilon sat on a huge and splendid golden throne.

Like an Egyptian king, his chest was fully exposed.

“Agikko joyo. (Give me the baby’s share.)”

[There is no baby’s share. Everything is mine.]

Seilon shamelessly grabbed a bowl of cookies.

The child pouted.

[Seilon, how can you be so heartless to your own bloodline?]

[It’s not only my bloodline. Yours is mixed in too.]

[That’s not what I meant.]

[Stop being petty and share.]

[You know how much the daughter was waiting for today’s treat.]

Men dressed like Seilon added their voices.

But Seilon just annoyingly ate the cookies.

Then, a huge door opened and a red-haired man strode in.

‘Bakira!’

The rough man I met in the Celestial Realm.

[Petty brat. Did you steal the cookies I set aside for that kid?]

[They were given to me. What’s wrong with taking what’s mine?]

[Fine, one of us dies today.]

Bakira clenched his fist, making the palace tremble loudly.

Seilon looked at him nonchalantly.

Suddenly, the palace’s shaking stopped instantly.

[A lion protecting the priest cannot kill the priest.]

[You─!]

[Out of mercy, I might leave a piece of cookie.]

Seilon looked at the child.

[If you’ve finished everything I ordered.]

“The baby’s all done! (The baby’s done!)”

[Good. I will check if you’ve properly learned the dignity of a ruler.]

The child crossed short arms with effort.

Looking closely, it seemed to be trying to fold its arms.

Then it put one leg on the other...

“Dejigo shipeoseo hangjanghan gosi-nya! (Do you want to die, crazy one!)”

[......What?]

“Gaanghi nareul mueoseuro ananeun gosiya! (How dare you think you are something to me!)”

[.......]

“Eh, ttipa, tteo gichan-jyun. (Ugh, damn it, you’re being a nuisance again.)”

[You...]

“허간 nal ssambajjilman haneun mongchunhan nomdeul. Da sseobbeolkka?! (Always fighting idiots. Shall I wipe you all out?)”

[.......]

[.......]

“Seero apparang tokkaji! (Just like Seilon Daddy!)”

Silence fell over the palace.

[What the hell are you yelling in front of a kid?]

Bakira glared sharply at Seilon.

Seilon, usually brazen, swallowed dryly.

[I told you to learn some dignity.]

“Appa tokkaji haejjana! (I told you to be just like Daddy!)”

The child huffed indignantly.

The men shot Seilon fierce glances.

Seilon remained silent.

‘Even here, he’s surprisingly a klutz.’

I think they don’t see me.

No one was paying attention to me.

Then, the child pouted.

“KKaja naegonde... agiga kkaja joahaneunde... uwaaaaang! (Those are my cookies... the baby likes cookies... waaaaah!)”

As the child began to cry, the men hurried over.

[Alright, alright. Don’t cry, little one.]

[They’ll bring more treats, okay?]

A blond man scooped up the child.

‘Mikael...’

Mikael was Dad’s guardian star, whom Bakira and I had seen.

[Your pretty eyes will get swollen.]

“Seero appa agi an joyo... (Seilon Daddy won’t give cookies to the baby...)”

[He was just teasing because you’re cute. Seilon will leave some cookies.]

Mikael glared fiercely at Seilon and asked, [Right?]

Seilon cleared his throat and offered some cookies.

[Take them.]

The child stopped crying immediately and jumped down from Mikael’s arms.

Then dashed to grab the cookie bowl.

[Say thank you?]

“Eung! Eh, ttipa, deurege gomamne. (Yes! Ugh, damn, thank you so much.)”

[That’s not how you say thanks.]

“Seero appa singhahate ike insahaneunde. (Seilon Daddy greets his subordinates like this.)”

[Just eat the cookies.]

The men poked and snickered at Seilon.

‘This is why you can’t even drink cold water in front of a kid.’

I chuckled.

The child sat down under Seilon’s chair and ate the cookies enthusiastically.

When only a few were left, the child looked at the bowl with a troubled expression.

Mikael smiled and asked.

[Why don’t you eat more?]

“Uuum... um...”

[Little one?]

“Ijjanayo. Masineun goyo. Joahaneun saramgwan nona meogeoyo. (You know. Delicious things must be shared with those you like.)”

Closing eyes tightly, the child held out the bowl toward the men.

Their eyes widened, then they burst into laughter.

Mikael laughed softly and knelt before the child.

[Then since I like the baby most, this must be for you.]

Mikael gave the child a cookie.

The next man, and the next, kept giving cookies.

Even Bakira smiled and passed cookies.

And Seilon...

Crunch.

[You really are...]

He bit a cookie himself.

[I like myself best.]

─And the child smiled brightly.

“I know this. At times like this, Seilon Daddy is dirty and cheap! (I know this. At times like this, Seilon Daddy is dirty and cheap!)”

The men burst out laughing, and Seilon flinched.

It was a very warm and peaceful scene.

Time passed.

The child who once barely walked had grown into sixteen.

She quietly tiptoed down a golden corridor.

Skillfully slipping away, the child peeked from behind a pillar.

“No one can stop me.”

As she grinned, a glowing door appeared from nowhere, and strong arms suddenly reached out.

“Ahk!”

The child screamed.

[Trying to sneak out of the palace again?]

“B-Bakira Dad.”

[Come here. Right here.]

The child struggled, but to Bakira it was like a kitten wriggling.

With a swift motion, she was lifted and slung over his shoulder.

“I hate studying~!”

[It’s not something you can refuse. You’re the one who will inherit the world.]

“I don’t want to rule! I just want to live as a small-time professional gambler─!”

[...You went to the gambling den again?]

At that, the child looked away.

“I dreamed that.”

Saying so,

[This one is the real deal...!]

Bakira shouted fiercely, and a red light flickered along his form.

The child panicked and struggled, barely escaping, then ran fast.

[Come here! Aren’t you coming?!]

“Waaah! Bakira Dad is going to kill me!”

Just as Bakira’s hand nearly reached the child,

Three handsome men appeared at the corridor’s end.

“Mikael Dad, Quoros Dad, Lu Dad!”

The child hid behind Mikael.

“Bakira Dad is hitting me...”

With a pout, the man called Lu chuckled and looked at Bakira.

[What’s the fuss about now?]

[That brat went to a gambling den again! Instead of inheriting us, she wants to be a small-time gambler!]

“No, it suits me...”

The child poked her face out from behind Mikael and muttered sulkily.

[That’s nonsense─!]

[Enough, enough. The daughter was joking. Right, little one?]

[No joke. If I don’t get punished, she’ll go to the gambling den again today!]

At that moment,

[Why is the palace so noisy?]

Seilon, wearing a loose robe over only pants, rounded the corner.

Bakira ground his teeth.

[Is this because you keep taking our daughter to gambling dens whenever you get the chance?!]

[I’m just teaching her social skills.]

[The priest is always playing in gambling dens...!]

Bakira began his harsh nagging. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Seilon rubbed his head and watched the child.

[Did you win some?]

“5000 Gilena from Turtle Head. I won back all the money Dad lost.”

[Really? That must have made that guy furious.]

The pair whispered giggling, then—

Boom!

The ground trembled violently.

Bakira’s eyes glittered with murderous intent.

[...I didn’t order this.]

“No, I was just getting revenge...”

Though they tried to excuse themselves, Bakira’s expression grew harsher.

Eventually, both—

Bang!

Were hit on the crown and made to reflect.

Seilon was thrown into a paperwork hell.

The child ended up standing with a sign around her neck: [I am addicted to gambling].

Passersby and the child’s other fathers chuckled each time they saw the sign.

The child pouted and said to Seilon,

“Seilon Dad is a priest, so why can’t he beat Bakira Dad...?”

[There’s that kind of relationship.]

The child narrowed her eyes at Seilon.

[...That guy’s fists are damn strong.]

“Why do people gamble all over the world but get scolded like this?”

People in this world have no lifespan.

They can’t reproduce or undergo special changes.

Life grows dull, and gambling is like a sport.

[That’s why word choice is important.]

“Word choice?”

[Next time say you’ll be a professional poker player.]

“Ah~”

The child giggled, “So that’s how it works!”

Then she leaned on Seilon’s desk.

“What’s this paper? ‘Crime rate... rising in outskirts’?”

[There’s been a string of murders in the outskirts.]

Ancients had no fixed lifespan but could still die.

Accidents and murders meant death, like modern humans.

“Was the culprit caught?”

[Seems to be at large. Must be a murderer using blessings. Long-range blessing users are a pain.]

Seilon clicked his tongue and flipped the papers.

The child rested her chin and looked up at Seilon.

“Then just don’t have blessings.”

Seilon glanced at the child.

She tilted her head.

“Blessings divide people by status, cause murders, and some commit suicide for having weak blessings... blessings aren’t good at all.”

[But they’re indispensable too. The light that clears darkness, the water you wash with, even making beds—all use blessings.]

“There are places that live well without blessings!”

[...What?]

The child quickly moved opposite Seilon and waved her hands in the air.

A misty light spread and letters began to appear.

“There are carriages that run without a word. Look at this. They light up nights with something called electricity, no blessing stones!”

Seilon frowned.

[That language is new to me. Are you ‘seeing’ something from another dimension?]

“Yeah! It’s called Korean. I learned it because it’s easier than other scripts!”

[Still can’t read our script properly...]

“Well, it’s very hard.”

The child pouted.

“You have to read it with magic power. Inefficient. So how about we use this from now on?”

[This one?]

“Yeah! ‘Created ones’ have weak blessings and can’t read our script. That causes many problems.”

[That makes sense, but...]

“Some humans with weak magic are illiterate too. But this alphabet only has 24 letters.”

[24 letters.]

“Super easy. Want to see? This is a vowel: a vertical line means ‘ee’, and a horizontal line across it means ‘ah’. This is ‘giyeok.’ Combining ‘giyeok’ and ‘ee’ makes ‘gi’. Then what is this?”

‘Ga’

Seilon narrowed his eyes.

[...Ga?]

“Right! Smart!”

[I’m usually quick to learn.]

Seilon looked proud. The child giggled.

[Definitely easy. Created ones would learn quickly too...]

I took a deep breath.

‘So that’s why the child saw Korean letters through blessings.’

So the ancient language was Korean!

“See, so much can be done without blessings! And I...”

The child watched the light swirling in her hands.

“I do get help, but this power isn’t good.”

[Why?]

“Every time I use it, it feels like someone’s watching me. Like I’m seeing things from another world through blessings.”

Seilon frowned.

He looked like he didn’t understand.

But their conversation didn’t last long.

Bang!

The door slammed open and ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ Bakira with the other dads came in.

[This one can barely stand?!]

“You’ve stood for hours and want more? Waaah─!”

The child frowned and the other dads chuckled.

After being scolded harshly, the child finally escaped Bakira’s grip late at night.

Back in her room, she slumped onto the bed, pouting.

“Ugh, my feet hurt...”

“That’s why I told you to stop going to gambling dens.”

Several children entered through a side door connecting to the large room.

The child made a sulky face.

“You told Bakira Dad where I was, right?”

“Maybe.”

“Lies. I could feel your energy from Dad!”

“How can a created one keep silent to the Creator’s questions?”

The child stuck out her lips.

“Kumal nappa! (You’re so bad!)”

...Kumal?