I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well - Chapter 39
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Chapter 39
Tundra bowed his head slightly toward the Third Prince.
The Third Prince spends most of his time outside the winter castle, carrying out his full-fledged missions.
It is difficult to see within the Duchy’s family.
‘I feel an ominous energy.’
He didn’t seem to have come here with good motives. It looked like a hyena looking for its prey.
Thud. Thud.
The distance between the two grew closer.
“Oh, you’re Viola’s toy? No, the mongrel dog?”
“….”
“Dogs usually bow deeply when they see their owners, don’t they?”
Tundra was not pushed by the momentum of the Third Prince, Kundo. His eyes were different from those of Viola’s.
“My master is Princess Viola. Prince.”
Doing the minimal greeting, Tundra raised his head and looked at the third Lord. The Third Prince was already known to have surpassed that of the Imperial Knights.
“So, you can’t bow down to me?”
Pft. He burst out laughing
“Owner and dog, they’re funny ones.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Am I obligated to report it to you?”
“No, but it’s surprising. Isn’t this the first time the Third Prince has visited this place? Besides, you smell like blood.”
“Therefore?”
“I know it’s not polite to meet people with the smell of blood on them. Am I wrong?”
Clearly, Kundo’s body smelled of thick blood. He doesn’t know for sure, but it seems like he came back after killing a lot of people or monsters. And, if he looked closely, he could see there was red blood on the end of his sleeve.
Kundo smiled lightly and said, “Don’t get in the way, mongrel dog.”
“….”
“Know your place.”
“….”
“Where do you talk about human etiquette as a dog?”
Kundo lightly touched Tundra’s shoulder.
It looked like he was dusting it off.
“A dog just barks when it sees its owner, wags its tail and barks.”
Power entered Tundra’s eyes. Still, he couldn’t make a fuss here.
‘The master is over the room.’
He couldn’t get a kick out of where the master was. Hounds only bite their prey when ordered.
“Hey, Tundra.”
“Yes. Third Prince.”
Kundo chuckled as he spoke the next word.
“Bark.”
“….”
Tundra looked at Kundo silently.
He wasn’t really angry. Tundra’s dream was to be a dog, and it wasn’t uncomfortable to call himself a dog.
“Do it, you bastard.”
“….”
Tundra didn’t say it, which was against Kundo’s heart.
Even his eyes that were still alive are annoying.
“Woof. Woof. Try barking.”
“Again, you are the Third Prince of Veratoux, but you are not my master.”
“That’s right. Well learned. That’s a good dog.”
Kundo chuckled once more.
Spit!
He spat at Tundra’s face. At that, he did not avoid it. Tundra just stood there like a wooden stone.
“I’m sorry. I coughed without realizing it. Now, wipe it with this.”
Kundo held out his handkerchief.
It was a handkerchief stained with bluish poison.
Just then.
Viola’s room door was opened. “That’s about it. Brother.”
The Iron-Blood Princess Viola opened the door herself and came out.
Viola, who was about to rest in her room, was slightly startled.
It was the voice of the Third Prince, Kundo. It was as if he was arguing loudly, to make everyone listen.
‘He has come.’
Third Prince, Kundo.
She remembered various settings of Kundo. Nineteen years old. Kundo was a successor candidate with a great sense of inferiority to the First Princess, and he was learning swordsmanship similar to that of Tundra.
He was a swordsman who mainly mastered ‘Verratoux First Swordsmanship’ in the novel setting.
He also had so much power that he couldn’t find an opponent at his age. Kundo was described as sultry and dangerous.
‘The other thing is…’
He was a man with hateful contempt for the white Veratoux. This was because he firmly believed that Veratoux’s strength came only from strong force.
Kundo turned his head to look at Viola.
“That’s enough, isn’t it? Are you giving orders?”
“It’s not an order, it’s a request.”
“Request?”
At the polite words, Kundo’s eyes drew a half-moon. He seemed to like the answer.
“Yes.”
“If it’s a request, should I do it more politely? What would you like me to do?”
“I wish you would stop making the butler and maids flustered and carefully get out of my room.”
In an instant, Kundo’s body flinched.
“Well, the butler isn’t here.”
Kundo turned his head—one hundred and eighty degrees turn in an abnormal way. He stared behind his back.
And, at the end of the hallway, a maid was standing there.
“The maid is over there. The maid was flustered to see you.”
He smirked.
“I’ll just get rid of the maid, right? Then, there’s no one to see.”
Murderous energy gushed out of Kundo’s body.
Viola’s gaze reached Tundra. Saliva was dripping down Tundra’s cheeks.
The moment she saw it, Viola almost lost her mind.
‘This son of a…’
He spat on that face. The Third Prince is garbage.
“Come here.”
Viola beckoned to him.
Tundra with all his senses turned towards her, ran towards Viola. As she made eye contact with Tundra. He flinched.
He was spat on, he was insulted…
‘Ah…’
That sort of thing didn’t matter.
Just making eye contact with her was nice. If he had a tail, it would have swayed softly.
‘These are the eyes of the master.’
In the lavender eyes, Tundra’s own face was reflected.
Meanwhile, Viola felt dizzy.
‘I’m dizzy.’
Meanwhile, Kundo strode towards the maid. The maid seemed very frightened of him. Her legs were trembling, and cold sweat was dripping down.
“A,ah… Ah… sa, save…!”
Without realizing it, a groan leaked out. Her head turned white.
White breath leaked from Viola’s mouth.
“You’re like garbage tainted with an inferiority complex.”
Hearing that, Kundo’s body twitched. He looked back.
Viola’s eyes were dyed red.
‘Yes, this is it.’
This is it…
This was what Kundo had wanted from Viola. Meanwhile, the maid ran away, but he didn’t care. He wanted to see this.
Not the white Veratoux.
The appearance of a black Veratoux…
‘Beautiful.’
That murderous energy. A very special star recorded only in historical books. A human born with murderous energy.
Kundo turned around, keeping his gaze on her.
Viola’s body was gone.
Kundo hurriedly swung his sword.
“Oh. That’s fast.”
Viola’s dagger touched Kundo’s greatsword. At that moment. her body moved as if it were gliding.
Kundo read the movement.
‘It’s elegant.’
It was elegant and fast.
‘Didn’t they say she was ten years old?’
…Ten years old.
But, her movements were fast.
‘Our great sister Medea wouldn’t have been like this when she was ten years old.’
At that time. Kundo took a step back and swung his sword wide.
“Veratoux First Swordsmanship Chapter One. The Five-Pointed Stars.”
As if a gray energy was leaking from Kundo’s greatsword, and then a pentagon was created and then disappeared.
Viola’s body rolled away. She made flips in the air and landed in place.
Blood flowed from Viola’s mouth.
“A child who didn’t learn Veratoux’s swordsmanship at the age of ten achieved this much. Hoho, oh dear. I was defending myself. You did the attack, and you were injured because of it. You got it? I didn’t use violence on purpose.”
“….”
“Well, anyway. It doesn’t matter because there are no witnesses.”
There was a great physical shock.
The shock made Viola come to her senses.
‘Will the real Viola come out?’
After all, the purebloods of Verratoux were also beaten by monsters.
The ten-year-old Viola could not defeat the nineteen-year-old Third Prince. He deliberately told her what technique he was using. He had enough room to tell her the swordsmanship formula while moving his body. Anyway, Kundo seemed to be feeling better.
“I prepared a present to commemorate meeting my little sister.”
He opened the subspace, and he pulled out something.
Drip, drip.
Blood dripped.
It was a cat bleeding profusely. It was barely holding its breath.
Kundo slapped the cat recklessly, tak!
Throw.
The cat touched Viola’s paw. It was wriggling in pain. It looked up at Viola with pathetic eyes, barely breathing.
Viola was heartbroken.
‘It’s too late to heal…’
She lifted the dagger she was holding in her hand.
‘…Rest in peace.’
Third year after possession, this could be done without difficulty. The cat, who was having a hard time even breathing, was sent to a place where it no longer hurts.
She shifted her gaze to Tundra.
Tundra’s chest was going up and down.
He was breathing heavily and seemed to be controlling his anger.
“Tundra. It’s okay.”
There was one way to stabilize Tundra.
“Wait.”
Tundra was like a dog. Like a puppy waiting for its prey in front of it, his body stiffened.
‘Angry.’
He didn’t do anything even though he was by her side. He was so upset that he felt like crying. Even though Viola knew Tundra’s heart, she did not express it.
She opened her mouth.
“It’s a shame. brother.”
“So, why did the great talented youngest choose the white Veratoux? In fact, wasn’t that Veratoux a coward?”
Viola shook her head.
“That’s not what I meant.”
Viola wiped her lips, where the blood flowed—
She wiped and walked slowly. Then, stood right in front of Kundo and whispered softly.
“It’s a pity for our first meeting. You piece of s***.”
At the same time, from the far end, someone appeared. They were emitting a strong vibe like a storm.
“Your greeting is very wrong.”
Viola chuckled.
“Do you think so, brother?”
She didn’t survive three years for nothing.
Now, the situation was reversed.
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