These 3 year olds are villains

When I came to my senses, I saw a luxurious chandelier.

A huge chandelier that could never be hung in my bedroom, the size of the palm of my hand.

I realized it as soon as I saw it.

'… … It's still this world.'

If I could, I would have liked to cool off at least one swear word, but even that is impossible.

Because this body was a three-year-old who couldn't even pronounce it properly, let alone swear!

All I could do was curl up like a bun and whimper.

My name is Hyemin Yoo.

No, Erilotte Astra.

He was a 3-year-old possessed by a villain in an exhausting novel with the highest level of difficulty.

'Help me!'

* * *

Three years ago, I, a petit bourgeois in Seoul, died of illness.

The diagnosis was pancreatic cancer.

By the time I realized it, I had already missed the treatment period and died after a few months.

And when I opened my eyes again... … .

'It was this body.'

A small, round hand like a rice cake.

A plump body wrapped in swaddling clothes.

The body of a 'baby', literally a 'baby', where not even Utauta comes out.

No one explained it, but I had a gut feeling.

'It's a reincarnation!'

This is because it was a familiar setting for me, who once spent all my money on Kakao Page.

For that reason, it was quick to grasp the situation.

'Judging from the fact that he was reincarnated as a baby, he is a child.'

'Looking at the luxurious room, my dad must be an aristocrat.'

'It must be a grand duke or an emperor.'

'You're a cold northern duke, but you'll be warm to your daughter.'

Anyway, I decided to make preparations before meeting my father.

As for why I don't prepare to meet my mother, there is usually no mother in this setting.

And seeing as she didn't really visit me, it was clear that my mother was gone.

Anyway, I worked hard until the adults came.

'Let's practice not crying even when we see scary things.'

I also practiced laughing for the development of

'Abba? Papa? Papa? … … Gongbanmi?'

I thought hard about the title for the development of .

I waited for my father with such a beating heart... … .

"Is this the guy?"

"Yes, Duke."

… … It was Grandpa who appeared.

'Shouldn't the father of child-rearing be young... … ?'

Is it an ejection variant?

Still, like a duke, he had a very terrifying momentum.

The Duke asked the adjutant who came with him.

"So, your abilities didn't manifest?"

"yes."

"Damn it."

"What is the name of the lady?"

The duke glanced at me, then said in an insincere tone.

"Erilot. I will call her Erilotte Astra."

It was a strangely familiar name.

'Arilotte, Arilotte, Arrill... … lot?'

As I was chewing on the name, a flash came to my mind.

There must have been a character with that name in the novels I read.

Romance novels that were serialized on free sites.

.

The contents of the novel called for short are as follows.

I was an ordinary college student in Korea.

I was possessed by an extra novel that I usually read.

All in all, Go Ara went through all sorts of hardships, but it turned out that I was the granddaughter of Duke Astra, the last black man?!

The Duke of Astra, one of the villains who oppresses even the emperor.

I was scared and tried to run away, but I fell in love with my family.

'It can't be helped that this happened.'

You have to seduce the family members and bring them to repentance.

Will I be able to change the future by defeating the original heroine who I think took everything from me?

So, is Erilotte the 'protagonist possessed by an extra'?

No, she is the 'original heroine' and the cousin of the main character, Dahlia.

In other words, my role was to be a villain pretending to be the original mistress.

Even the villain who is scheduled to die miserably for harassing the real protagonist... … .

'The person who just gave it a name wasn't my father, it was my grandfather.'

I tried to think calmly, but my mind collapsed.

To be possessed by ice water?

Where do you find cases like this?

'Besides this novel... … It's been all year round.'

Yes. This was a novel that was discontinued because it was ruined.

The start wasn't bad. Knowing the taste is honey, there were quite a few readers who came because of the cliché.

However, it all fell apart due to the poor development.

The reason the remaining readers clicked on the next episode was because it was worth watching the villain Erilotte suffer.

The writer must have known that, and he had been terribly harassing Erilotte.

'Summarizing, in the future I... … .'

1. Being treated as an invisible person because you didn't have the power your grandfather wanted.

2. My father went to the battlefield before I was born and died when I was 4 years old.

3. I'm going to be bullied all over the family because I don't have a proper guardian.

4. Blackened and harassed the heroine out of jealousy and got a sore throat.

The genre of my life was determined without my knowledge.

It was a waste.

* * *

3 years later, now.

I climbed up on the chair with a depressed expression.

'I couldn't return to the original world this time either.'

Yesterday was the day of the lunar eclipse.

I expected so much that I thought it was the last method, but this time it also failed.

'Rather than going back, I only stayed up all night.'

Thanks to that, I'm about to die from drowsiness.

'No no.'

I shook my head and grabbed a crayon.

He was currently taking classes at the 'Twelfth Tower', where the children of the Astra family's collaterals live.

Even though I am a direct descendant, I was living in this tower as soon as I was born out of my grandfather's eyes.

If you say you're lazy, you'll be completely taken.

I looked at the teacher while holding the crayons.

Our table of under-7s was currently learning letters.

"Now, let's try some difficult words this time. 'It's too far'."

I wrote on the paper as instructed.

[far away]

The small muscles were not developed, so the handwriting was extremely crooked.

'Um, good.'

Now I can barely use the imperial language.

Thinking so, I suddenly looked around. I saw letters written by children sitting around me.

[Gaemander]

[Gyaatdeuk]

[Forgot you]

"… … ."

I secretly covered the paper and added letters.

[dark]

This was a skill I had accumulated over the past three years.

You can't be too bad, but you can't be too good either.

'Because I don't want to stand out.'

Only then could they move freely.

The reason I was able to use various methods to return to the original world was because I was free.

The teacher looked around at the children's handwriting and nodded.

"It is a difficult word. 'Kamaduk' uses 'wi' and 'rod' among the spellings learned last time... … ."

While class was in progress.

The door opened and a servant walked in with trotted steps.

"I got a call from nature. It is an order to bring the nobles to their hometown tomorrow at noon."

"I will prepare."

Somehow, it's been a fuss since a few days ago, so it seems that tomorrow is the day to go to the mainland.

'It's already that day.'

The day when direct and collateral children of the parent family gather to take an exam.

The test was very important.

'Because this will determine the rank.'

In Astra, a terrifying dark family, everything is determined by order.

Everything from pocket money to the room you live in, even future government posts.

So, everyone had no choice but to be frantic about the test.

'Well, it doesn't matter to children like me.'

How will kids who can't even dictate take the test?

It will come back after roughly matching the number of heads.

But the kids were excited.

"Can I see my direct relatives? Mr. Blizen, Mr. Joshua... … !"

"I like Balzac the best. that's cool! The youngest Auror user!"

To the kids, direct relatives were like celebrities.

'I don't know how scary they are.'

In , Erilotte almost died several times because of her direct relatives.

It even served as an opportunity for Erilotte, who was originally timid and easy-going, to turn black.

While I was thinking that, something pushed the chair I was sitting on.

"Hey, dog hair."

I turned around and saw a slender boy smiling.

That skinny kid had recently begun to bother me.

There's a rumor that I'm being ignored at home, so I want to touch it.

At first glance, it was a typical extra.

What I'm going to say is that it's pretty predictable.

'Your mother is a commoner?'

"Your mother is a commoner?"

'It's vulgar.'

"Cheaply."

It wasn't different from what I expected, so I became cold-eyed.

The slender smiled and raised his hand. Now it was his turn to press his head with his fingertips.

I said, "Wait." He grabbed the slender man's index finger. And the other arm flashed.

"Sam Sammy, open your ashes! (Teacher, that kid is bullying!)"

As soon as he did, the eyes of the adults gathered at once.

Slender was terribly perplexed.

At times like this, it's normal to hold on to the hem of a skirt and cry while trembling, but it was embarrassing to tell her about it.

Teachers arrived right away.

They looked at the situation and immediately opened their eyes narrowly.

"You are bullying a child in class with you. I'm really disappointed, Mr. Timothy."

"I will keep a record of this. Reflect."

I was scolded for being skinny, and I ended up writing ten pages of self-reflection.

I hummed as I watched the slender man write a letter of self-reflection while weeping.

I know this because I experienced everything when I was Hye-min Yoo, but it is best to arrive at a time like this.

'Besides, do you think I haven't done anything for three years?'

Of course, returning to the original world was the number one goal, but I prepared a precaution just in case.

"How are you feeling?"

The teachers asked with extremely benevolent expressions.

"Yes."

"I'm glad."

"Yes. go down What if you invest in Pena Shanghai? I earn a lot of money. (Yes, my grandfather. He makes a lot of money by investing in Pena.)"

Then the teachers took up their notebooks with their eyes sparkling.

"Above Pena."

"Above Pena… … !"

Adult help is essential for children to survive.

So I captivated the teachers by releasing jackpot stock information.

I'm glad you remembered the contents of the novel.

"Maybe you are so clever."

"candy. Would you like some candy?"

"Yes! (yes!)"

Oh.

There is one thing I haven't introduced.

When I was Hyemin Yoo, my job was an aide to a member of the National Assembly.

I hired a trashy boss, and there are only three things I learned there.

1. Walking a tightrope like a migratory bird to another faction without looking back when the same faction falters.

2. A way of speaking that catches the other person's words and turns them into a jerk.

3. A raccoon-like habit of pretending to be nice to the weak and even nicer to the strong, making me the most pitiful person in the world.

I thought about it while fully demonstrating the skills I learned from the garbage boss.

'This is K-Politics, children.'

A day after completely failing to return to the original world.

I made up my mind.

'I'll survive this somehow.'

* * *

The next day, noon.

I arrived at the main town with my collateral children.

The children burst into exclamations as soon as they entered the nature.

A sculpture of 11 gods occupying the entire huge wall.

A large and beautiful stone pillar.

A luxurious insignia adorned with gold threads.

It was an overwhelming spectacle.

'Even though it's a spooky spectacle.'

I glanced at the strange monsters wearing chains in front of the gateway.

It's very scary because it's blinding.

'This is very inconvenient.'

Suddenly, the feelings of a child come to me.

Even often, I would be completely childish.

'Maybe I'm not the main character, so maybe there's a penalty for me.'

It seems that the fear of monsters was the same for children of my age. I quickly walked past the monster.

I hurriedly ran after the kids.

The body of a three-year-old did not have developed muscles, so no matter how hard she ran, it was difficult to keep up with her older sisters and older brothers.

'Oh, I'm going to die.'

I barely followed the kids into the testing room.

One of the collateral children who arrived first muttered with a sad face.

"What, we are the only ones... … ."

There was not a single direct descendent in the room that the children expected so much.

'That's right.'

Direct descendants are 'those who are in charge'.

The collaterals are 'those who are employed'.

The rank is certain, but there is nothing good about having direct and collateral take the exam together.

Because the collateral kids will be scared and won't be able to show off their skills properly.

'No matter how good grades my direct relatives get, people won't believe me.'

So, even if you look at it like this, the fact that I, a direct descendant, took the exam with my collaterals, it meant that my situation was the worst.

If my father passes away next year... … .

It was creepy to think about.

'I have to get good grades in the exam unconditionally.'

Even if he didn't have the that his grandfather wanted, he had to show that he was a helpful kid to the family.

The older kids seemed to think that they were lucky, so their faces brightened. On the other hand, the children were sullen.

It wasn't long before the magistrates entered the door.

"The Lord is coming."

The children who were seated stood up all at once.

Soon, the surroundings became quiet in an instant.

The sound of low shoe heels came from outside the door.

yet… … .

'wow.'

I took a deep breath when I saw the man enter the door.

It was an overwhelming feeling of intimidation.

A black jacket made of animal fur.

A robe adorned with all sorts of luxurious things.

The first thing that caught my eye was the eyes.

Creepy eyes that seemed to collect all the unclean things in the world.

That man is the evil of this world.

It was my grandfather, the Duke of Astra.

'It's amazing.'

They were young children, some older children, and all of them were pale.

Administrators may be familiar with this kind of reaction, but it is not an emotional expression.

It was only natural that his children and grandchildren were trembling people.

one administrator said.

"I will begin the exam."

Then others brought a trolley. What was in the trolley was a certain frame.

The administrator heard it and said.

"This is an excerpt from a history book written in an ancient language."

"… … ."

"I will give points to those who give the correct answer most similar to the interpretation published by scholars."

'It's a terrible difficulty level.'

The ancient language was extremely difficult to interpret.

A situation where there are still a few spellings and words that have been revealed.

'To interpret something like that.'

There is no way that small children who are just starting to learn their mother tongue can solve it. Even the older kids have a mental breakdown.

Still, the test had begun, and something had to be done.

The children groaned as they copied excerpts onto the papers handed out.

"therefore… … this… … ."

"Uh, because this letter has this pronunciation… … ."

No matter how hard you try, no one can pass this test.

'Of course I'm overdoing it.'

I only took the imperial language last month. The ancient language was a character that had not even been seen.

Still, it seemed that it would be better to show a sign of effort than to remain at a loss.

I lifted my tiptoe and looked at the excerpt.

All the while, I heard the magistrates whispering.

"The problem was too difficult."

"Still, it's just a few sentences from my direct relatives, but I guess… … ."

"That's because they are direct relatives. Isn't ancient language a class subject?"

It seemed that no one was expecting anything.

The grandfather looked at the children with cold eyes and stood up. There was no harvest, so he seemed to be leaving.

That moment.

"Dragon, sleeping, warm… … . (The dragon, sleeping, the ground...)"

As I read the excerpt, people's eyes were drawn to me.

Even my grandfather stopped walking and looked at me.

The administrators' eyes widened as if they would pop out.

They hurriedly opened the book and began turning the pages.

"The land where the dragon sleeps… … . Your interpretation is correct."

"Nonsense. How can a child like this... … ."

I know.

It was unbelievable.

'Why is Hangeul the ancient language?'