This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 183 - ⑥②

“What… what did you just say…?!”

Crash!

A shocked Valdrich knocked over his chair as he stumbled backward.

The other second-generation members were equally stunned.

What did he say?

Chief negotiator?

The title of chief negotiator meant that Daymond would now be the one controlling the entire white crystal trade on the continent!

“No way, this can’t be happening…”

“No matter what…”

Now, it was the Astra family who was in an uproar.

Daymond had never fostered close ties with the other second-generation members.

This meant there would be no spillover benefits for them.

So, the news that Daymond would be the one in charge of the white crystal trade wasn’t something they welcomed.

“This is absurd.”

“Why him?”

“Why does it have to be Brother Daymond…!”

Daymond was already expanding his territory and gaining momentum.

If all the credit for the exclusive white crystal trade went to him now, then what?

Not just Astra, but the Empire and even every other nation on the continent would be at his mercy because of the white crystal.

‘Why? Why him?!’

Valdrich’s face flushed red with fury.

His anger and inferiority toward Daymond were boiling over.

‘What has that bastard done to deserve this?!’

With those thoughts, Valdrich began spewing words that the other Astra members hadn’t dared to say out loud.

“Ha… Crown Prince Beleyn . My brother is already too busy overseeing the military.”

Forcing a smile, he continued,

“Managing the white crystal distribution? It’s far too complex a trade for him to handle. There are many other talented individuals in Astra who could—”

His thinly veiled attempt to belittle Daymond made Beleyn glance sharply at him.

Valdrich flinched.

Even though Beleyn had shown vulnerability due to his son, he was still the first prince of a powerful nation—a presence far too formidable for someone like Valdrich to challenge.

Unable to withstand Beleyn’s gaze, Valdrich lowered his head.

“……”

“I am a man who values loyalty.”

Beleyn turned his attention back to Daymond.

Daymond didn’t look away, locking eyes with Beleyn, trying to discern the real reason behind the prince’s proposal that seemed to favor him.

However, Beleyn’s intentions were pure gratitude.

Toward Daymond.

Or, more precisely, toward Erylotte.

“I will never forget how you saved my son today.”

“My daughter did that, not me. I didn’t do anything.”

Beleyn smiled.

Some parents would claim their children’s achievements as their own.

But Daymond, on the other hand, gave full credit to his daughter.

It was clear now why such a capable daughter had come from such a father.

That’s why she had been the one to notice something was wrong with Abeno.

With a warm smile, Beleyn said to Daymond,

“Having a daughter like that is your blessing.”

“……I can’t deny that my daughter is indeed a blessing.”

Daymond had no choice but to agree.

Erylotte was more than a fortunate stroke of luck for him.

Valdrich, on the verge of tearing his hair out in frustration, held back.

‘What is this…?! This is just a matter between kids! How can you bring that into a business negotiation?!’

How could they decide the person in charge based on something like this?

The expressions of the other second-generation members were equally dismal.

“……”

Their eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment as they glared at Daymond.

Daymond had always been remarkable, but only in terms of military prowess.

He was known for his strength and overwhelming force, but he had never been fully recognized by the Duke or given sufficient resources, so he had struggled to manage his territory.

But since his return from the war—or rather, since Erylotte had started to shine—Daymond’s influence had been growing rapidly.

‘Erylotte… That child…!’

‘If I had a daughter like that, I’d be just as successful as Daymond!’

‘Damn it. Should I have had a daughter with a commoner too?’

While the second-generation members ground their teeth in jealousy, the only one smiling was Vasilia, the mother of Deianira.

Vasilia recalled what Deianira had said about Erylotte.

“Erylotte is such a fascinating girl. She’s smart, strong, and so impressive… I feel like she’s destined for something great. She’s already great now.”

“It’s the first time I’ve heard you speak like this.”

“Mother… the truth is, I really hated the classes we had at the main castle.”

“What?”

Her daughter had never said such a thing before.