I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

Viola!

The hallway rumbled.

Thud! thud!

Someone came running with a heavy footstepalmost the only person in the Duchy Castle who can wander around freely.

It was Hickson, the Dukes comrade and close friend.

You bastard!

Hickson was very angry.

Sir Hickson, long time no see.

Hey, whats wrong with this dumb beast!

Hickson loves animals. It is known that he likes animals more than people.

Do you want to die?

Among them, he especially loved dogs and cats, and he was called Cat Mom because he always gave food to stray cats roaming the streets.

Kundo looked at Hickson with a slightly puzzled expression.

Sir Hickson?

Follow me.

No violence was allowed inside the Winter Castle. However, it was a different story when it comes to the training.

Why? Are you afraid?

You are insulting Veratoux.

Kundo nodded his head without much agitation.

He knew Hickson was much stronger than him, but he couldnt refuse. If it was Veratoux, it should have been. Even if Hickson was stronger than himself, he couldnt avoid the oncoming fight.

Lets go to the room.

He arrived at the training room. Of course, Kundo was beaten by Hickson in the training room.

A weapon is a waste for someone like you.

He didnt use any weapon. He just hit with his bare fist.

Kundos cheekbones collapsed, and two of his fingers were fractured. He spread out on the floor and took a deep breath.

On the other hand, Hickson seemed okay.

This guy. Pick him up and take it.

Kundos butler frowned slightly.

Youll have to take responsibility for this.

Huh! What responsibility?

Hickson poked his nostrils with his index finger.

What is the responsibility for being hit by me because he was weak?

Prince Kundo is only nineteen years old now.

Then?

The potential for growth is endless.

As time goes by, Kundo will get stronger, while Hickson will be weak. He pointed that out.

I wish a guy like that grew up.

I hope you will not regret today.

Kundos butler carried Kundo on his back. If he was treated by the priest, he would be healed without any aftereffects, but what about his broken self-esteem?

Kundos gaze turned to Viola.

Coward.

Viola shrugged her shoulders. Thanks for the compliments.

White Veratoux uses resourcefulness.

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Its all right to draw power other than her own.

If possible, it would have been better if it was expressed as mercenary art.

Eventually, Kundo lost consciousness, and Hickson came closer.

Are you okay, Viola?

Im fine.

I was shocked.

What?

Hickson raised his wrist. On his wrist was a magic-calling bracelet. It was a bracelet that formed a set with the bracelet on Violas wrist. It looked like an ordinary silver bracelet, though it was an artifact with warning magic.

An artifact that beeps from the bracelet on Hicksons arm when Viola injects magic.

You mean the call was too loud?

The strength of the call varies according to the concentration of the injected mana. Nonetheless, the calls strength exceeded its maximum volume and almost exploded.

It almost broke the bracelet.

Hmm. Is it because its old?

Hickson smirked at Viola tilting her head.

Its probably not because you dont really know.

Actually, Viola really doesnt know. She knew that the purity and amount of magic she possessed far exceeded the universal level. So, the fact that she almost broke the bracelet, even though she didnt use much force.

Anyway. Youre okay right?

Im okay.

Really?

Yes. Tundra. You come and bury this child well.

Viola handed over the dead cat to Tundra.

Yes.

Tundra accepted the cat. However, he was a little strange.

His eyes were red.

Whats wrong with you?

Its nothing.

Tundra took her cat and trudged away. An empty lot far away from the training ground. There he dug with his hands.

Tears dripped down the back of Tundras hand.

I didnt do anything

If only he was really strong. If he had been strong enough that it wouldnt be a problem for him to say something like that.

The master would not have had to suffer such humiliation.

Cats have a special meaning. For some people in Shadow of Veratoux , the cat means a devil or a fallen person.

Throwing a dying cat

It was also an act of ridicule and denunciation of an unclean person. It made him so angry and upset.

If only I had been really strong.

Drop, drop.

Just then, it started to rain.

The rain in the winter castle was cold.

Tundra, who had buried the cat well, was in the rain for a long time.

I have to be strong.

He did not know exactly what the master meant. But, it was clear that the master had decided to become a white Veratoux. He himself had to be the one who supported her.

Thats Im of no use.

Three years ago. Viola held out her hand.

Having lost his father and sister, he offered to stay by her side.

I have to be strong for the princess.

However, suddenly he couldnt feel the rain. Still, the ground around himDrop, drop!

It was still raining

Though it didnt rain on him.

With that thought, Tundra turned his head and looked up. He saw an umbrella. And, he saw Violas face

I knew you were going to be like this.

She seemed to know what Tundra was thinking and why he was down.

Viola held out her hand.

Get up.

However

Its an order.

Tundra hesitated for a while, then grabbed Violas hand. Her hands were still small and warm.

You did your job well.

Saying so, Viola stroked Tundras hair.

The one I called was Hickson, not you.

No more rain fell on Tundras face. But, something like thick raindrops dripped down his chin.

Ill get stronger.

Tundra made a firm commitment. I will become strong enough that even trash like the third Lord wont dare look at me.

.

His eyes turned red.

So, I will take away everything that insults the master. Surely.

Water, whether it was tears or rain, was mixed and ran down Tundras face.

Hickson sat cross-legged and rolled his eyes towards Viola.

Monster like bitch.

Why are you saying bitch to the Princess, no dignity.

How did you know that the third Lord would come?

Is the third Confucius one who longs for me to become a Black Veratoux?

So, she prepared ahead of time.

Thats why she gave Hickson a magic bracelet.

And, my father knows that, too, right?

So you and Heron both predicted the situation?

Hmm.

Viola drank banana milk instead of black tea. Maybe it was because she was ten years old, so she liked sweet milk more than tea.

My father would have wanted to see my response.

A response as a white Veratoux?

Yes. I had to show mercenary skills, not force. So I called in uncle, and you got angry with the third Lord. There was a good cause, too.

Is there a reason?

He pissed off the cat mom.

Viola shrugged her shoulders.

Will your father not take any trouble at all?

Why?

Thats right. Her father is also a hedgehog butler.

My father also likes animals.

Huh? What?

He hates people who persecute animals.

Ive never heard it before.

Of course, that would be the case. It was because it only exists as a setting in the book.

Hickson trembled once more.

Anyway. You were expecting the third Confucius to come, and you set the stage.

Yes. Perhaps the report is already up right now?

Violas prediction was correct.

She expected the report itself to go up straight away. However, she did not know that he would be sharing this story with the First princess, Medea.

The First Princess, Medea.

The most likely successor candidate as the next duke, she opened her mouth.

It really happened just as father said.

Yes.

As the Duke said, the Third Prince returned with blood.

Viola did not use her own power, but an external figure named Hickson to bring down the third Prince. It was an action unsuitable for a black Veratoux, but it was an understandable action for a white Veratoux.

I met Kundo.

How is he?

He is recovering through the priests recovery prayer, but I think it will take a few days.

Right.

There was silence for a moment.

Heron and Medea were not friendly together.

Medea opened her mouth again. But theres something strange about it.

Strange?

Sir Hickson said he only used his fists, but there was a scar on Kundos chest.

Medea didnt describe it as a wound to the extent of a slight scratch.

Probably the inside of the skin was cut first, and the skin split open during the battle with Sir Hickson.

It is much more difficult to cut inside the skin than it is to cut the outside. It needs sharper energy, and must be able to handle magic to the utmost. It was a high-level sword that destroyed the body from the inside.

There wasnt a sign of Sir Hickson.

Then?

I think it was probably Viola.

I see.

A faint smile appeared on Herons lips.

Of course, Viola herself was completely unaware of it.

Father.

.

Ive often been told that Im the first on the continent, the first in history, the first in the world.

Yes, it was.

Her combat prowess is comparable to that of the Duke of Heron as a child. Based on her overwhelming talent and steady hard work, Medea has risen to that level.

She was also known by the nickname white wind.

The wind refers to a cold wind blowing from the north.

The white wind meant a huge snowstorm that blows once in ten thousand years, among other winds. According to the Imperial Records, it was recorded that as many as a hundred thousand people died when the white wind blew.

I couldnt even do that when I was ten.

Her smile deepened.

Its against someone stronger than her. Even Kundo has learned the Veratoux swordsmanship. I didnt know that she would inflict damage on Kundo. While proving her ability as a white Veratoux, she lacks the qualities of a black Veratoux. It must have been intentional to let you know that she wasnt.

Are you a little interested?

Yes.

Medea asked.

Is it okay if I meet the child?