I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well - Chapter 43
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Chapter 43
Hickson screamed.
“Hey!”
“Uncle, it’s okay. Sister won’t hurt me.”
“No, that’s not it.”
Hickson’s eyes trembled blue as he continued his words. “I’m upset, Viola.”
“….”
Viola didn’t understand his words for a moment.
‘He is upset…?’
What?
Still confused, she stared at Hickson’s face and asked back.
“Are you really upset?”
She seemed to know why.
“No. I trust you. I think you’re a good adult.”
“But, why do you want me to go, too?”
“Because I want to talk.”
“So, why do you exclude me? I’m upset.”
Hickson felt like seeing a little daughter saying, ‘Dad, I have a boyfriend!’
“Even if it’s upsetting, I can’t help it.”
“Why are you adamant?”
“Can’t I be adamant?”
“Well, I wish you didn’t.” He said, finally letting out a deep sigh, and then glanced towards Tundra.
As expected, Tundra was easy.
“I can’t do this. We should have a hot-bod conversation.”
“Uncle. Don’t vent it on my dog.”
“It’s not venting, it’s training.”
“Then, why are your eyes so bright?”
“…Was it noticeable? Hahaha!”
However, Tundra’s answer was more speculative.
“Please take care of me, Master.”
Hickson was upset for Viola, and for Tundra it was a powerful shock therapy. He was constantly being stimulated.
It was like that when he met Lord Kundo.
It was still the same today.
‘If I had been a really reliable dog, I would have been here, too…’
He was thinking to himself.
In other words, she doesn’t want to tell anyone else. He, too, falls into that ‘anyone else’ category.
‘It’s probably because I didn’t give enough trust.’
Viola said she would stay by his side. She reached out to him when he lost his father and sister…
‘One day, I will reach out to you. Becoming a reliable companion dog.’
…So, he had to be strong.
Deciding that, he spoke to the teacher with serious eyes.
“Please be rough with me.”
Viola was left alone with Medea.
Meanwhile, Medea gazed at her. The pale purple hair and eyes. She was still small compared to her age.
The girl in front of her looked slender and delicate.
‘She probably didn’t eat too much when she was young?’
She has been told that the aftermath still seems to be lingering.
“Sister. Sister said I would have died if you had been my enemy.”
“Yes.”
“You think I didn’t know that?”
“Yes?”
“That’s right. I knew.”
If Viola hadn’t shown her appearance as a ‘black Veratoux,’ these words might have sounded absurd.
However, she has already completed qualification verification.
From the beginning of adoption until now. Not only did she show a more Veratoux-like appearance than anyone else, but she even established a record of subjugating bandits in recent years.
Of course, it was actually done by Hickson and Tundra, although Medea didn’t know that.
“But why do you think I ran so recklessly?”
“Well, why did you do that?”
“Because I trusted sister.”
“Do you have any objective facts or evidence to believe me?”
“I told you before. If sister had made up her mind, Second and Third Prince would no longer be in this world.”
It was true. If Medea had a personality like Vixen, probably the Second and Third Prince would have already been found dead already.
It would have solidified her position as the successor.
“Sister.”
She called Medea once more.
Medea didn’t like the name ‘sister.’ It was because Viola said it like it had a special feeling. Medea couldn’t understand why she had such blind faith and favor toward her.
“Is this a political calculation?”
Iron-Blooded Veratoux.
Veratoux knows how to wear a thousand masks. So, is she approaching wearing a mask like this?
“I always wear a mask.”
“I know. We all live in masks.”
Viola looked into Medea’s eyes for a moment.
Medea’s eyes are red. It was as if it had been crafted from a red jewel.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“I don’t know.”
Medea lives wearing a mask. In the form of the First princess of Veratoux. She doesn’t want to kill her blood and…
She loves Verratoux and her own family more than anyone.
That’s why she chose to be strong.
“If you don’t want to be honest, I’ll be honest first.”
“….”
“I don’t like this.”
“What…?”
“A war between blood and blood. Various plot tricks and dark battles to become an heir. I hate all of them. I’ve always wanted a family. The family I dreamed and admired is not like this.”
Medea’s expression hardened.
A rich life flowed out of the ruby-red eyes.
“Viola. It’s not like Veratoux.”
“Yes, I’m not a Veratoux born because I was a very ordinary and abandoned child.”
To be honest, Viola was taken aback.
Medea was a first-class knight recognized even in the Empire. Among them, she is a one-star knight who was awarded a star.
The murderous energy that a one-star knight exuded could not even be compared with the murderous energy that Vixen exuded. It seemed as if endless darkness fell upon Viola herself and the whole world around her.
It felt like she was suffocating by sinking into a swamp made of darkness…
‘Let’s get our minds right.’
She knows how much influence the author’s settings have in this world. Therefore, she wasn’t discouraged.
“I am an adopted daughter.”
“That doesn’t take into account your complaints. You look like you’re regretting being the adopted daughter.”
“No. Veratoux is a nice place. Much better than where I was. My mother died a long time ago, my father abandoned me. I had no brothers. Before coming to Veratoux, I was very, very lonely.”
As she said her words, Viola was somewhat emotionally overwhelmed.
Even though she tried to ignore and forget, the fragments of the unresolved emotions became sharp shards of glass, scratching Viola’s heart.
“The only person who gave me strength, though, died leaving me alone.”
Kang Han-Joon, who grew up like her family, also died in a car accident. In fact, that was the most difficult time.
“Who is that?”
“That..”
At that moment, she thought she had made a mistake. As she was speaking, Viola was so moved that too many words came out.
“That was Uncle Hickson’s daughter.”
Medea was convinced.
“Yes. You said the reason you became friends with him had to do with his daughter.”
Medea looked at Viola with slightly softened eyes.
She lived a very different life from the beginning than her who was born as the First Princess of the Duke family. She thought she was an iron-blooded princess, but she found out that she was not.
‘A thousand masks…’
Medea was confident in herself.
No matter what others said, she did not waver in her values and beliefs.
“So, you mean the iron-blooded Veratoux is a mask?”
“Yes. Just like sister.”
Medea also wears a mask all the time.
To become a perfect princess.
She becomes a more perfect princess than anyone else, and she eventually swallows Veratoux… In order to destroy this law of the jungle environment.
“You’re pretty sure I’m wearing a mask.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I felt it from the welcome dinner. Sister was looking at me with concern, not curiosity.”
Medea lost her words for a moment.
Viola was right.
She did not see Viola as an object of her curiosity.
‘I heard he was seven years old, though she’s very small.’
‘She must be a child who doesn’t know anything. Is she okay?’
‘If she dies right in front of me, my heart will hurt.’
It was because Viola read all her inner thoughts in the novel.
Then, she continued.
“It was obvious because your eyes were so different from other people.”
“….”
“Am I wrong?”
“Well.”
“If that was the case, it would have been my mistake. Since I showed such a disheveled and weak appearance in front of sister, I will soon collapse. I will be disqualified as Veratoux.”
Medea did not answer. In fact, when she chose to meet Viola, she didn’t think this would ever happen.
Viola continued to speak her words as if she had to do everything she had to say.
“Still, sister. I’ve admired sister since the old days.”
“Since the old days?”
“Verratoux’s white wind blows even in the slums.”
It was said that the nickname ‘white wind’ was so widely known.
“I misunderstood sister, so it’s okay if I’m making a mistake now.”
“….”
“Still, I wish you were my sister.”
Viola counted to herself.
‘Three. Two. One.’
She was sure she would respond by this time.
And, that conviction soon became a reality. Medea finally laughed.
“You’re bold.”
“Did I make a mistake?”
“No.”
Medea moved closer to Viola and gave her a gentle hug.
“Congratulations on becoming Veratoux.”
“…Thank you.”
Because of the hug, she suddenly felt Medea’s body temperature.
‘It’s warm…’
Maybe it’s because she’s a character she’s liked from the moment she read the novel. Medea’s arms were especially warm. She thought to herself that she had to make up all the words that Medea wanted to move her heart.
‘I don’t think so.”
It’s been three years since she became Viola Verratoux.
She was three years older.
The days she lived as Han Ah-Rin felt more like a dream by now.
‘If it hadn’t been for Brother Han-Joon’s face, it would have felt more like a distant dream of the past.’
Because of Tundra’s face that constantly recalls the memories of Han Ah Rin, her memories as Han Ah-Rin are only vivid. Now, she has become more familiar with Viola Veratoux.
‘…So, for me.’
She was like Han Ah-Rin in the old days.
She is now Viola Viola Verratoux as well.
‘I need a family.’
And, as the original owner of the body, the same was true for Viola Veratoux in the novel.
[ “Have I ever been in your family, even once?”
“You’ve grown up to be a great Verratoux. What do you mean family? It doesn’t fit with you.”
“That’s right. It doesn’t suit me.” ]
Viola asked.
“Can I hug you, too?”
“Yes.”
Viola lifted her heel.
Medea’s arms were warmer and wider than she thought. It felt like a baby kangaroo that slipped into the pocket of the mother kangaroo.
“Then, you’re going to be my older sister now?”
“I’ve been your older sister since you came to Winter Castle three years ago.”
“Not a sister. Just a Verratoux.”
Although she pretended she didn’t, Medea understood exactly what Viola was saying. Somehow, the child who was rumored to be that iron-blooded princess seemed rather cute.
She is ten years younger than her.
The little girl with light purple hair. Her sister…
“Please, be my older sister Medea.”
She took out the Veratoux. Not an older sister as Veratoux, she was saying she wanted Medea to be a real older sister.
Medea let out a sigh.
“I didn’t expect something like this would happen…”
Is this appearance and even the situation a forceful situation artificially created by this young princess…?
‘No.’
Medea believed her own eyes. This kid wasn’t acting.
‘Much more than where I was originally, my mother died a long time ago, and my father abandoned me. There were no brothers. Before coming to Veratoux, I was very, very lonely…’
It could never have been acting.
Even if she’s acting, then she’s really good at disguising herself.
Either way, it didn’t matter.
‘Still, it would be nice if this was your true form.’
Asking to be her older sister, Medea suddenly thought that the figure of this child she held in her arms would be like a real Viola.
But, then a voice came.
“What are you doing? I think I need some explanation.”
Medea’s body trembled and trembled.
She didn’t seem to feel the presence at all, even the one-star knight Medea.
“Father.”
Lord of Winter Castle.
It was Heron Veratoux.
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