I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well - Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Xenon brought in two dresses.
One was white, and the other was blue. Both have beautiful jewelry and accessories, and both are full of brilliant lace.
Though, of course, it wasn’t Viola’s taste.
‘It would’ve been nice if I have a cute character.’
I think the sweet world of Romance Fantasy, which is loved by dad and brother, would’ve been better.
I’m screwed. There is no such thing as cuteness here.
Viola looked at her face several times in the mirror. There is no one who would potentially think she looked so good with the villainess’ behavior. ‘I didn’t think this body, which mysteriously emits an aura of murderous ears, would be considered cute.’
“Not so good.”
“It’s my mistake.”
Xenon took out his notebook and took notes.
“What are you writing?”
“I am writing about how the princess hated dresses.”
Anyway, this place is a fantasy world, and it is natural for a Young Lady to wear a dress. Still, there were dresses that were easily worn and moved around that I liked.
“This should do it.”
Among the dresses full of closets, she chose clothes that were less designed and the simplest.
In the meantime, Viola was constantly suspicious and wary.
“Sudden date?”
Xenon asked for a date. It is said that there is a place in Winter Castle that sells very delicious Egg Tarts. It has only one menu. People would come here from the southern trip just to purchase these eat egg tarts.
Actually, Viola knew. The tart is also a Winter territory specialty.
‘He must have a plan, right?’ I’m sure there is. Though I don’t know what it is. So, I couldn’t relax, but still, I want to eat it.
Viola’s seven-year-old body was unable to beat the gluttony of twenty-one-year-old Arin. Han Arin, twenty-one, is originally a gluttonous person. It was kind of traumatic for her not to be able to eat delicious things as a child. So, after turning twenty, she ate everything she wanted to eat. Sometimes she even got an upset stomach because of it and had to take digestive medicine.
The twenty-one-year-old spirit that in me would not endure the gluttony of the seven-year-old. And it is egg tarts we are talking about!
Twenty-one years old. There was a gap between the body and the mind, and the body strongly wanted to indulge in egg tarts.
My appetite grew wiggly. ‘It’s an irresistible date offer!’
Xenon, in white gloves, pushed out his hand towards Viola, who was wearing a white dress.
“I’ll escort you, Princess.”
“Yes.”
In the novel, it was described as a heavenly taste. Sprinkle cinnamon on freshly baked nooran egg tarts.
「 Take a bite of the hot egg tart. 」
This is the rough description.
“For a moment, a warm, fluffy feeling fills the mouth, and that dreamy sweetness travels through the blood vessels of the body to the tip of the toes…”
With the plan of having an Egg tart restaurant date with Xenon, they then headed to Azulezia.
***
As expected, egg tart is popular.
‘Wow, this looks so good!’
There is a deep sense of happiness filled in my heart. At this moment, I thought I would have no regrets even if I ate this and died. The expression that my sweet inner sound is transmitted from mouth to toe was not false after all.
‘Yeah! This is life!’
It was the first happiness I felt since I have transmigrated here. ‘I’m glad I possessed this body,’ this was the first time I left this way.
Though, everyone in the bakery stood up.
‘Huh?’
It suddenly became solemn. People put their right hand on their chest. It looked like a salute to the national flag, which was a way of paying respect.
It was the honorable duke.
Heron Verratoux walked in. They all lowered the egg tarts in their hands and bowed their head carefully.
People in Winter Castle fear Heron Verratoux, but they have awe-inspiring admiration in their eyes. They have fear of those who acknowledge the glory they had, but they did not feel fear. It’s just filled with reverent respect unto him.
And the people of the winter castle did feel that.
Their eyes were filled with awe. Fear and respect for the great monarch of the winter castle were mixed together. They kept their right hands on their chests in shock and bowed their heads towards the owner of the Winter Castle.
The surroundings became quiet.
No one dared to eat egg tarts in front of the honorable Duke. The least they can do is give their courtesy and respect to the monarch. However, there was the only one who did not show courtesy and respect.
Wow!
Someone chewed egg tart.
It was so quiet around that the sound was even louder.
***
Viola was embarrassed.
‘Huh…?’ I had to get up, but I couldn’t move.
The only thing that moves is the hands and mouth towards Egg Tart.
‘I need to move.’
Viola must have been in a hurry, so she put one whole piece in her mouth. Her cheeks were full and sloppy cream in the egg tart was filled near her lips.
Munch. I tasted sweet bliss. For about two seconds, Viola experienced heaven.
‘Oh…My God…’
And heaven was short. It was only two-second heaven. The stark atmosphere caught her eyes.
‘I’m in trouble.’ My body was stiff.
Everyone else is up and taking a bow, and I’m the only one who ate egg tart. So, I tried to chew hurriedly, though the sound was awfully loud. Viola could feel the eyes of Duke Heron and the crowd.
‘Oh, this is, I know. It’s not that I’m trying to be rude…’ I felt like crying.
Everyone was looking her way.
Some of them looked at her side, while the others’ faces were filled with astonishment. A child who sits calmly in the presence of the lord of winter and savors egg tarts. ‘How did you get your manners fixed?’ They looked with that thought. Viola seriously wanted to cry.
‘It’s just that my body didn’t listen to me…’
This seven-year-old’s body is very vulnerable to sleep, appetite, and bowel movements. This is one of those situations now…
So, it was even more so when there is a big gap between the spirit of twenty-one-year-old Han Arin and the body of seven-year-old Viola.
Han Arin, who grew up in an orphanage, had a different appetite for ‘sweet desserts.’
She knows how delicious egg tarts are, so her mind strongly wanted to consume those egg tarts. Therefore, the seven-year-old Viola’s body failed to overcome the intense desire of the twenty-one-year-old spirit. Viola’s body was gifted with a powerful killer aura but is not resistant to sweet desserts.
Sigh. I don’t know why Duke Heron appeared here.
No wonder it’s a grand date.
No way…
I felt deceived by Xenon.
‘If you wake up late and say good morning suddenly, it’s rather contradicting.’ I thought in my mind.
He’s my favorite! I know my favorite character the best, so I can fix this! I ate calmly and collected my breath.
‘Pretending not to panic! I’m pretending!’
Duke Heron moved, and he raised his hand slightly. Only then did the people sit down, they lowered their voices as low as they could and carefully continued their stories.
Duke Heron sat in front of Viola. Viola lowered her head slightly.
“How are you?”
The expressionless Duke Heron caught my eye.
Once again, there is a big gap between the spirit of twenty-one-year-old Han Arin and the body of seven-year-old Viola.
‘He’s so handsome.’
On the first day of my transmigration, I was out of my mind. So, I couldn’t afford to appreciate that handsomeness properly, but now that I see him again, I can tell. There is no mistake with the contents of the novel.
Many people dressed up to win the hearts of Heron. In the social world, the popularity of the sequel book, 「 101 ways to capture the heart of Heron Verratoux 」, soared to the point of skyrocket.
Han Arin has met a lot of people and has seen a lot of good looks on TV and cell phones so she does feel the difference.
‘Crazy beauty.’
He’s not neat. He has loose black bangs. His sharp eyes that you see under the disheveled bangs. His black eyes, which had the immense energy of charisma, felt like it was spilling even beyond the color. Duke Heron’s sharp jawline, which was even sharper than his nose, seemed to reveal his intense sensitivity.
Is this how lily flowers with poisonous spines feel like?
A flower that would kill you if you reach your hands out and touch it. Even though, regardless of knowing that fully well, you still end up reaching for it under the influence of its beauty.
‘How can a man look like that?’
Viola slightly pinched her thighs. I know my father is handsome, but I must stay alert. The person right in front of me is the duke. It’s Heron Verratoux. I almost looked at him as though I was a fangirl in the real world.
“What are you staring at?”
I think I’ve already seen it.
“Is it rude to look at my father’s face?”
Honorifics or informal language? I thought about what to do, but I decided to use honorifics since there are so many people watching.
“Excuse me.”
“Why?”
“Because you are too handsome to be a father, but you are a father already after all.”
Carlton, the butler, standing behind the Duke of Heron, handed over a document. Heron showed the document.
“As of yesterday, you have become my adopted daughter on paper.”
“Should I thank you?”
Heron Verratoux doesn’t like obedient children. He likes predators who can find and eat their own food. ‘I prefer running cats rather than shrieking lions. I should not feel scared.’ And so, I made up my mind.
“Wouldn’t it be better for you to express your gratitude?”
“Why?”
For a moment, Heron Verratoux frowned slightly.
“Why do you ask so many questions?”
“I only did twice.”
Duke Heron shut his mouth.
Viola held her shaky leg close. He has an expressionless face, but I did feel a great sense of pressure. It felt like ‘Get up from your seat, swing your sword around your neck!’
It truly felt like he was going to cut my throat off.
“Twice is frequent enough.”
That sounded like ‘two cuts would be enough to cut your throat.’
Viola, like Han Ah-rin, who is a fan of Heron Verratoux, tried to overcome the situation. With a more relaxed, sober, and arrogant look on his face, I said, “Father brought me here because he wanted something from me.”
I tried to continue, however, my body hardly listened to me. Today, Han Arin’s appetite beat Viola’s body.
‘Stop it, hands! Bad hand!’
The hand began to move at will.
