This Three Year Old Is a Villainess-Chapter 291

“The Mashitabbabas, Grimie, and Dalia were confined together in a single carriage and transported away.

Dalia’s younger Mashitabbaba sibling ground their teeth.

“Truly, it’s vile.”

Dalia stared up at her father with tearful eyes.

“What shall we do now? W-will Grandfather be angry?”

“.......”

“F-father......”

“Do not worry. They will not dare punish me lightly while I am negotiating with the Emperor.”

“But what if they come to hate me......”

“This is a war for the succession. You should have anticipated battles of this scale.”

“Really?”

Just as Dalia reached out with both hands to link arms with him, Grimie withdrew his.

Dalia flinched and looked up at him. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

“Father......?”

“.......”

“Why? Why did you do that?”

“......My blessing is unstable after battle. Step back and stay safe. I cannot allow anything to harm my precious daughter.”

“Aah... You nearly gave me a fright.”

Dalia laughed nervously and leaned against Grimie’s shoulder. Grimie closed his eyes.

‘That light during the battle... It must mean the world has chosen another as its Savior.’

The moment his hand brushed against Erilot’s servant, light spread forth. And Erilot herself rushed to shield that servant—calling out that peculiar name...

“Han Jihyeok!”

‘Someone like Dalia was by Erilot’s side all along... Since when had he been recruited? How long had they prepared...?’

“I’m so tired, Father.”

“.......”

“Mm, I said I’m tired......”

“Father, to the right! The Mashitabbaba’s sibling is—!”

“Harold! From seven o’clock, Grimie’s horde of monsters is advancing!”

In battle, Erilot had wielded her ability to read the world’s flow with precision. She must have endured bone-shaving training. Even in crisis, she calmly assessed the situation.

‘If only she had been mine...’

Veins bulged on Grimie’s hand. His mother had been the sole daughter of the Marquess of Pensiltung—once betrothed to the former Emperor, she had insisted on becoming one of the Astras herself.

“Grant me Kronos Astra, and I will become your daughter-in-law.”

Rejecting the previous Duke’s eldest son, she had insisted on the current Duke, Kronos Astra. Everyone had called her mad—yet she had conviction. A potent had shown her that the next Duke of Astra would be Kronos, destined to rule the empire with unparalleled might.

Thus was born their eldest son, Grimie Astra. The day she first held her son, she screamed.

“Why? Why!!”

The instant she held him, she ‘heard’ the future in which her son would fail to become Duke of Astra. She had done everything to change that future—eliminating the illegitimate children her husband had fathered by force, then educating her son to perfection. He possessed superb intellect and zeal—fit to be the next Duke.

The future would change. She was certain—until Daemond Astra was born. Her husband showed no interest in the child, so she believed this one, too, would be meaningless. Yet the moment their eyes met, she heard another future: under the Red Moon, this child would rule Astra as its next Duke.

“My Lady Mother, do you wish to drink again?”

“A joyous day, is it not? A most, most splendid day that your father becomes Duke of Astra. Ahaha, Duke of Astra...!”

“.......”

“Will you bring that girl to the castle now? Why hasn’t she come? My precious treasure I hid away in the mountains, fearful to wed....”

“Did you not kill that woman, Mother?”

“Oh, yes. I killed her. She vowed she would never marry otherwise, so I slew her.”

“My Lady Mother.”

“I tore her apart before that man. Before the former Duke, I subdued him to show what I requested. I....”

Her Ladyship slipped further into madness.

“Grimie, my beloved Grimie, you alone are all I have.”

“.......”

“Let us flee. You are not happy here. I know—I have ‘heard.’”

“.......”

“You can never, ever defeat Daemond. He has a marvelous daughter, you see.”

“.......”

“A Savior who reads the world’s flow, beloved by the world, destined to transform this dark Astra....”

‘How dare she.’

A mocking laugh echoed in his ear. Floating in the air, Inolax drifted to Grimie’s shoulder and whispered.

“Erilot—the Savior that wench created was improvised. Should your daughter wield a blessing, the world would choose her as Savior again.”

Inolax grinned and rested his chin on Grimie’s shoulder.

“Must you worry? You robbed Daemond of everything he should have had. Now go kill that bitch. Yes?”

‘.......’

“Kill the wench who dared claim my Sairon as Guardian, so that I and Lord Sairon may be together. That was our promise, was it not?”

‘It is not yet time.’

“When will you act—!!”

“Begone.”

“I have told you everything! All ancient magic, the artes, the Guardians—keep your promise! You filthy Grimie—filthy plunderer!!”

Grimie gathered his magic. With a piercing scream, the air warped and Inolax’s form began to vanish.

“Liar! You filthy creature—! Keep your promise! Lord Sairon! Lord Sairon...!!”

Soon after, Inolax disappeared. At last, the carriage stopped. The Duke’s personal guard pulled Grimie and Dalia out first.

“The Duke awaits you.”

“Father......”

“Go.”

Dalia and Grimie departed. The Mashitabbaba’s sibling scowled.

“We should inform Lord Kumal and launch the attack. If anything happens to Her Grace, we...”

“Brother?”

“.......”

“Brother.”

“......Yes.”

“What are you thinking so gravely?”

The ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) Mashitabbaba’s brother stared out the window. Daemond was helping Dalia down from the horse.

“Thank you, Father.”

“.......”

“Why such a displeased look?”

“I should have killed Grimie. He got you hurt.”

“Gah! Shh, someone will hear us.”

“Let them hear.”

Their eyes fixed on Erilot, who had scooped up Han Jihyeok onto her back and carried him to the carriage.

“That appellation is too affectionate—how dare he touch our Messiah. That wench must be torn apart.”

“......Whatever.”

“He seemed to read the world’s flow in battle.”

“Nonsense. That is the Messiah’s power.”

Their sibling frowned and continued.

“Grimie said her blessing was . He said she concealed it and pretended it was his own power—have you forgotten?”

“I have not, but......”

He recalled Lord Kumal’s words to the young Guardians who had not yet inherited a name.

“The first Guardians were lowly. The Messiah took them in and taught them the world.”

“So the Guardians sacrificed their lives for the Messiah!”

“No—the Messiah was the one protected. Even in the final moment, the Messiah concealed the Guardians at his back and never retreated.”

“Wow....”

“Children, we must fulfill our ancestor’s wish. We must free the Guardians bound to humanity and help them receive life anew.”

“Like how he defended the servant against Grimie—like a true Messiah....”

“Silence—!”

The younger Mashitabbaba sharply rebuked him, staring with grim resolve.

“How dare you sully that name.”

“.......”

At last, they found her—hers whom they longed for in the torchlit underground cave where only a palm-sized light shone.

Their miracle, light, hope.

Above parents, siblings, lovers, friends... their Messiah.

The younger Mashitabbaba spoke.

“When the Guardians learn the Messiah is wounded, they will rage. Even gentle Lord Kumal would be horrified—there may soon be no command at all.”

“Yes.”

“Stop your idle thoughts and protect Lady Dalia.”

“......Yes.”

The Mashitabbaba’s brother turned to peer out again, never tearing his gaze away.

“Heh, one might think your leg is broken.”

“I can’t walk because it shakes so much... Why did you have me grab at Grimie?!”

“Tsk, you’ll fall. Now, on my back.”

“Really, you?”

“Am I fake? I’m trained in combat, you know?”

Erilot carried Han Jihyeok onto her back and moved him into the carriage.

I showed nothing but a safe face to Grandfather, then quickly slipped away from the Ducal Palace.

‘What matters now is the manifesto of support.’

Having incapacitated Grimie and Dalia, I must settle everything. Han Jihyeok and I mounted horses and rode toward our rendezvous with Conrad.

Balzac and Joshua lay sprawled in the forest—evidence of fierce battle.

“What happened?”

Joshua, leaning against a tree trunk, asked.

“The Shrouded warriors attacked here too.”

Balzac, lying supine in the undergrowth, panted.

“One of them was extraordinary. What was his name... Suhurmashi?”

One of the ancient retainers who once guarded me.

Balzac grumbled.

“He stripped blessings away—what a pain.”

Joshua nodded.

“Fortunately, he couldn’t touch those whose blessing tier exceeded his own.”

So the other troops were powerless, and my brothers dispatched them all.

Joshua rose to his feet.

“He was dangerous, but suddenly withdrew.”

Balzac brushed himself off.

“Dalia said something about danger. If she had left the manifesto here, it would have been disastrous.”

I nodded.

“Indeed—well done. The manifesto?”

“Here.”

Conrad handed me the manifesto. I inspected it: the names of branch-house heads, each sworn to punish the main line with soldiers and weapons at the slightest sign of betrayal.

‘You’re dead now that it’s in my hands.’

I smiled coldly.

“Then let us begin.”

They are all dead. We rode at once for Castle Fushrof. Word had spread that Dalia would strike, and with the stolen manifesto vanished, everyone would have gathered to plan the next move.

As expected, the branch-line heads had convened. I pushed aside the guards at the door and entered.

The branches recoiled at my approach.

“Hello. What a perfect day to die, isn’t it?”

“E-Erilot A-Miss, this is...!”

Waving the manifesto, I said,

“This? Oh, nothing much—just proof that I can annihilate three generations of you forward and three back.”

“......!”

“What are you waiting for?”

I stared at the trembling branch heads with wide eyes, then shouted loudly:

“Kneel—!”