I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

Beautiful Prince Jermi.

He has been the hottest topic in the social world lately. Although he had not formally entered the social world, his beauty ignited the hearts of many young girls.

Rumor has it that he was the incarnation of a beautiful dragon, that he was beautiful enough to make a mark in history, and that even that neat Levilia flower lost its light in front of Jermi.

There were always a lot of rumors around Jermi.

Some people were jealous that the rumors had been inflated.

If hes such a beautiful person, then why wouldnt he go out of the Storm Fortress?

Its like admitting that your rumors are exaggerated.

Needless to say, if he was the son of an aristocrat, he would enter the social world at the age of twelve. They show off their presence at the Forget-me-not Banquet, an aristocratic banquet usually held in May.

But, Jermi never showed up at a social gathering.

In winter.

Azulesia, a famous egg tart restaurant all over the continent.

A boy stood in line there.

His attire was scruffy and he had a sharp sword around his waist. He was shabby and he wasnt a good-looking boy, but his eyes were full of sparks.

Princess Viola loves the egg tarts here.

He left the official delegation and came to Azulesia.

Itll be fine because its free time, anyway.

Since he had adhered to the official schedule, the rest of the time was free. So, as long as it didnt make a fuss in the winter castle, it would be fine.

I need to find out a little bit about Princess Viola.

He had heard a lot about Viola.

Iron-Blooded Veratoux

The Lady, who became rich at a young age thanks to her great insight.

Adopted princess who was known to have a special relationship with the famous Lord Hickson, and may have had a full-fledged war of succession with the First Princess, Medea, even if she was born ten years early.

He looked around once.

There was no one capable of recognizing his identity.

Itll be fine because Im wearing a mask.

This mask came from the winter castle production workshop, and it was also a mask that boasted a quality that was almost magical. There were rumors that it was a business of Seivan Marcos, a disguise master of Winter Castle, but that had not been confirmed.

Jermi tapped the person in front of him on the shoulder.

Excuse me.

Oh, are you an aspiring apprentice knight? There was a time when I was like that.

Do you know about Princess Viola Veratoux?

The man who was very talkative from the beginning proudly presented a lot of information.

Thats what happened. Do you think thats all? At the welcome dinner, she got the nickname Iron-Blood Princess. There are also rumors that she slaughtered all the wild boars that were riding in Maple Village.

Even though the reality was a little different, rumors had spread among the people.

Jermi opened his eyes wide.

Wild boar?

Yeah. Its not just wild boar. They said it was a wild boar that grew up eating magic.

I heard that even the knights of the Empire find it difficult to kill a monster wild boar alone.

Jermi also experienced the monster wild boar. Among them, the most powerful one was a wild boar of a special species called Saber.

It was a monster that could only be hunted if one was at least a level Seventh Knight.

She slaughtered them all when she was only ten.

Shes a great person!

Jermi thought of a saber boar, but in reality, it was just a wild boar.

You think its the only one? Theres a fact that all of us winter castle people know.

What?

Princess Viola subjugated every herd of wild boars and toasted with its blood to celebrate.

Of course, that was never the case.

Those who saw her who drank blood said this.

Gulp.

Jermi was engrossed in the mans story.

A demon of iron blood. The incarnation of death.

Thats right.

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Rumors about Viola were largely the same.

Im curious

How can rumors spread like that?

A ten-year-old with a saber-species wild boar Comparable with the famous Medea.

Wow. There are so many people.

As Jermi waited in line for over thirty-minute, the sweet smell of egg tarts flew in the wind.

His nose fluttered.

Looks delicious.

He could understand why so many people came to Winter Castle to eat egg tarts just by the smell.

After waiting nearly an hour, he was able to enter Azulesia.

Eh?

There was one person who stood out in Azulesia.

Purple hair.

And, energy as if piercing the lungs and the purple eyes that contained breath-taking threatening aura.

Munch!

Aulp!

Aside from that, he saw a girl who loved egg tarts.

Viola Veratoux!

Viola Veratoux was here.

Ironically, the man who said he knew Viola well did not recognize her at all. Jermi didnt even recognize her at first.

Its very different from the portrait.

There were no magic pictures of Violas face, and the only thing that circulated in the market was portraits.

Viola in the portrait had an ominous and gloomy face like a witch.

If he hadnt felt the sharp force emanating from her body itself, he would have never known she was Viola.

Purple hair and eyes much lighter than the portrait

Although she contained a vicious energy, her eyes themselves were dazzling.

Jermi glanced around.

Hmm.

It seemed that the only person who knew the identity of Viola here was the owner of Azulesia. No wonder the owner of Azulezia continued to care for Viola and was watching her.

Three egg tarts.

We only sell two per person. Please wait.

Then, give me two. By the way, who is that person?

The owner swallowed his saliva.

For some reason, he didnt want to put the name Viola in his mouth.

Im certain from the reaction.

Interestingly, even Viola wielding so much power within the winter castle could only purchase four egg tarts.

It was also bought by Tundra.

Tundra. Can I eat this?

Yes. I dont like sweets.

Jermis ears twitched.

Ah. That boy is Tundra.

He was seventeen years old.

Tundra was the same age as him, and he was said to be Sir Hicksons only disciple. Although he was not a nobleman, he was also called the Sleeping Dragon of the Winter Castle because of his excellent swordsmanship.

But, hes more famous with the nickname of pet sword.

He didnt know why he was called a pet sword.

All he knew was that he was nicknamed Pet Sword because he didnt leave her side for even an hour and took care of Viola with all his heart.

However, the truth was it was a misinterpretation of pet dog.

Two egg tarts. Here you go.

Jermi took the two egg tarts on the tray and started walking.

Viola Veratoux.

And, towards Tundra.

Viola was worried.

There was only one egg tart left. She seriously contemplated whether to take this home and eat it here.

It will be warmer and sweeter if you eat it now.

But

This is the last. Wouldnt it be better to save it? My stomachs full.

Her troubles did not last long.

Grab!

Munch, munch!

In the end, she had no choice but to eat. This egg tart was too enticing to bear.

However, she found someone.

Eh?

Fluffy silver hair.

Full of freckles on the face A normal-looking face.

A scruffy outfit and a rusty sword.

[ Jermi always wore a disguise. ]

A boy who matches the description in the novel was here. At the same time, she also knew that Jermis delegation had arrived at Winter Castle.

Is it really Jermi?

She looked at the handle of the sword.

[ He wore a blue knot tied to his sword.

The blue knot was also a symbol of the storm sword, and it was also hand-tied by his younger sibling. ]

A knot made of blue thread appeared.

Its Jermi!

This was where Jermi Palail appeared.

Her mind suddenly became uncomfortable.

In the original story, Storm Fortress and the Palail became enemies of Winter Castle. Jermi was the young head of the Palail family and was the person who would fight Medea and the famous battle of the summit.

The summit battle took place for seven days at the summit of the Serk Mountains, and both suffered serious injuries.

When sister Medeas was weakened, Viola came by surprise and inflicted fatal wounds.

Medea, who loved her family, got caught up in Violas trick and was pushed out of the successor position.

Anyway, the important thing was he was a person who is on the right track to be compared to sister Medea in the future.

And

In the original work, it is a family that considers Veratoux as an enemy.

Of course, things were very different from the original now. However, she knew that the authors settings didnt change very well.

It had already been confirmed that the flow didnt change even if the details changed.

Theres nothing good about keeping him close.

Viola didnt know why he came here.

For now, she decided to pretend she didnt know. After all, it was thanks to the novel that she was able to recognize his disguise.

She couldnt really say, I saw your disguise in the novel!

But, why is he coming here?

Tundras eyes turned to the silver-haired boy.

Who?

There arent many seats. It seems it can fit four people here, can I join you?

At that, Tundra answered briefly. No.

Why?

Because you are a stranger.

Dogs must be vigilant for their owners. Tundra thought so.

Instead, Ill give you an egg tart.

Still, not

Viola cut her words.

Sit down.

She quickly brought the egg tart from the tray, as if someone was going to steal it. Seeing so, Jermi smiled lightly and sat down in front of her.

Are you aspiring to be an apprentice knight?

Yes. Im working hard.

Tundra laughed openly.

Are you an aspiring apprentice knight He growled in a low voice and continued.

When you hide your energy like that?

He then brought the dagger under the table.

The dagger touched Jermis knee.

What are you up to?

Jermi laughed.

He was indeed a dragon of Winter Castle as Tundra seemed to have read his energy.

I dont have a plan. I just

Viola, who felt better after eating the egg tart, opened her mouth. Its okay, because hes my guest.

A guest?

Yes. You can lower your sword. Are you going to use violence in the Winter Castle?

In the end, Tundra quietly took the dagger.

Still, somehow, this silver-haired boy bothered him.

What, did you find out who I really am?

Would you like me to pretend I didnt know, wearing a blue knot that symbolizes the storm sword?

Small Storm Jermi.

Viola didnt really want to get involved with him. It was safest to simply keep a moderate distance from this dangerous person.

Theres no variable to reveal my identity from the start.

So, it was hidden.

In a controlled environment without variables, if we just chat and part, nothing would happen.

Lets keep a reasonable distance.

Grab!

Munch, munch!

And so, she quickly ate the egg tarts.

Im done. Prince, come to us in Princes true form. Ill get going.

It meant that she didnt want to talk to a fake figure in disguise. Now that she got the egg tart, there was nothing to do.

Viola stood up first.

Tundra followed.

He looked at Jermi several times as he walked outside.

Something is ominous.

Even though the reason was unknown, for some reason, the boy felt ominous.

Jermi smiled and put the remaining egg tart in his mouth. Without realizing it, he put his hand on his cheek.

Oh, its delicious!

This was the first time hes eaten such a delicious egg tart.

He seemed to understand why Viola had such a happy expression on her face.

Princess Viola.

She felt very different from the rumors.

Behind that calm figure, a cruel figure was hidden. When he heard the rumors, she was an iron-blooded princess, but in reality, she wasnt.

Was I thinking too much like a witch?

Because of that, he didnt know that she might feel more friendly.

I want to get to know you.

Grab!

Munch, munch!

That image kept coming to mind. At that thought, Jermi laughed then rubbed his noserub, rub.

It was very different from the rumors.

Am I saying that the iron-blooded princess is cute?

He stared at the blue knot hanging from his scabbard. It was the knot that his little sister, Jessi, tied with her small hand.

This is a little dangerous.

Even if she was cute.

I want to be nice to you.

Then, suddenly, there was a commotion.

Someone screamed.

How dare you! Its not enough to make me, the son of a Viscount, wait so long! You only sell two? Are you trying to deceive me! A commoner believes only in his frail and shallow talents and doesnt know how high is the sky! Im going to strike you on the head!

However, the answer of the owner of Azulesia, a commoner, was strange.

It would be better not to do this, Lord.