This Three Year Old Is a Villainess

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My father and I got into the carriage and went back to the castle.

My father looked at me all the way home.

'It's a bit burdensome to look at it this way.'

Embarrassed, I rubbed my face with my hands. But my father hurriedly grabbed my hand.

My eyes widened in surprise, my father said.

"It fades."

I had medicine applied to the wound.

He tried to touch it with his kinky child's hand, so it seems he was trying to stop him from doing it.

"Yes!"

I quickly put my hands down and nodded vigorously.

"Are the wounds itchy?"

"Nope. (no.)"

"When it hurts."

"Strictly."

"... ... okay."

Father nodded.

And let out a light sigh.

"Don't do that in the future."

"But, Abamihate... ... ."

"Don't do it even if you need me."

"... ... ."

My father's eyes narrowed as I rubbed my fingers as I became pale.

"Why the hell would a child like you do that?"

"Uh... ... ."

I carefully selected my words.

I glanced outside and whispered that I didn't want the sound to leak out.

"Because I'm not an Abami baby."

"... ... what?"

"Erirot, it's not Ingan. It's made. So, if you want to spend time with Abami, you have to be late. (Erilot, I'm not human. It was made. So, I have to work hard when I'm with my father.)"

I'm going to work really hard, so can't you just throw it away?

 

As he tried to appeal with his eyes twinkling, his father's expression hardened.

"Who said that to you?"

"People... ... ."

My father gritted his teeth.

He looked angry, so I shrugged my shoulders.

Dad sighed and said.

"I'm not mad at you."

"... ... ."

"It's me."

'Why?'

I put on a bewildered expression on my face, and my father slowly opened his mouth.

"You are a person."

"Yes... ... ?"

"She is my daughter."

'what?'

I opened my eyes in surprise.

'uh? Uh-?!'