I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well - Chapter 46
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Chapter 46
Jackal was given the nickname ‘Storm Sword’ because his momentum and sword were as strong and sharp as a storm.
Looking at him, Viola was able to clearly understand what the ‘stormy momentum’ that was mentioned in the novel was like.
The magic storm created by Medea and Jackal was bloody.
“For a reaper who came to kill me, you have the most gentle expression on your face.”
“I’m on a goodwill mission. I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear Sir Jackal.”
Medea, who drew her sword, bowed her back politely.
Both know each other’s goals and intentions. They knew each other thoroughly, but silently pretended not to know each other.
“As the head of the Storm Fortress, I welcome the Princesses of Velatu. As a welcome greeting, I would like to share the exchange of swords with Princess Medea.”
“As much as you want.”
Viola swallowed her saliva.
‘If I step in for no reason, my arms and legs won’t get cut off, right?’
It actually seemed like it.
It felt like a monstrous creature was staring at her.
‘I still have to be brave.’
Even though she was scared to death, Viola didn’t show it on the outside. This was what she had been learning for three years.
Not telling the truth.
‘If I go between the momentum of those two… I’m really going to die.’
No matter how young Viola was, she was still a ten-year-old child. It was absurd to say to enter between the momentum of the two characters, which are described as almost completely self-sufficient in the work.
‘Still, believe me, the author’s settings!’
Viola moved her steps.
Because she was so scared, cold sweat ran down her.
‘Oh, I—I, I don’t know.’
Not knowing what to do anymore, she just closed her eyes and started walking.
She couldn’t see anything with her eyes closed, anyway. Besides, Viola was more comfortable walking with her eyes closed.
Hickson, who was watching the situation from behind, frowned slightly.
‘Viola?’
Should he catch Viola?
It was dangerous.
But, he couldn’t go out since before Viola departed, she had been asking him.
[ “Uncle. If I don’t ask for help, just wait patiently for me.” ]
[ “Uncle. Do you believe me?” ]
[ “Instead, if I ask for help, protect me. Got it?” ]
Because of that, He decided to watch a little more, as Viola said.
Until she asked for help.
Medea, who drew her sword and joined the welcome ceremony of the Storm Fortress, also felt Viola’s movement.
‘Viola! What are you doing!’
They are now fighting for momentum.
The intangible magic emitted by both sides is fighting for each other’s space and territory. It was invisible, though the space between Medea and Jackal was like the strait of death.
The youngest child was walking towards it.
‘There’s no way she can’t feel this momentum…!’
She didn’t know what Viola was doing.
It was incredibly reckless. It wasn’t a sword pressure a ten-year-old could withstand. However, she couldn’t pick up this momentum now.
The moment the momentum leans to one side, victory or defeat will be decided. In an instant, Jackal’s sword would touch her neck.
As the First Princess of Veratoux, she could not tolerate such a defeat.
‘However…’
If she doesn’t pick up the momentum, Viola will get hurt.
Minor scars began to appear on Viola’s flesh.
‘Uh, uh—Ah, ah! It stings!’
It was as if poison had reached her skin like the welcome dinner. It felt like dozens of sharp razor blades were rubbing against her soft skin.
Medea was conflicted.
‘You have to gain momentum.’
Storm sword won’t be the first to gain momentum.
The one who was most disappointed was herself. Her heart ached as she saw the red scars engraved on Viola’s soft skin.
‘No.’
But Viola was now going on her path. She did not know what Viola was thinking and what she was dreaming of.
Nevertheless, Viola is Veratoux.
Veratoux decided their own path and walked it.
‘Rather, I should respect Viola Veratoux.’
Then, Jackal took the first step.
Jackal was defeated in the battle of magic, which was a tight competition between them.
“Keuhk.”
A reverse storm blew and struck Jackal’s chest.
There was a gap.
As usual, she had to rush in and set the fight at this time. Although Medea did not wield her sword.
“Why, didn’t you wield the sword?”
“Didn’t Storm Sword be considerate first? Thank you for taking care of my sister first. It’s actually my defeat.”
Viola swallowed a gulp three times.
‘Wow… I really thought I was going to die.”
It felt like she was walking through a bunch of wildcats dancing sword dance. If she did something wrong, her throat would be cut off! That vivid feeling was as if she was about to be cut off.
It seemed like a fantasy.
Hiding her trembling heart, Viola bowed her back.
“Thank you for the momentum, Sir Jackal.”
Jackal lifted his head once as if nothing had happened, then gazed at Viola and said, “You did something reckless, Princess Viola.”
“You took a good care at that reckless thing.”
“If I hadn’t gained momentum, the Princess would have been seriously injured.”
Viola stood up on her back. She stood in an upright position and looked at Jackal.
“I believed that Sir Jackal was someone’s father.”
“….”
For a moment, Jackal’s body froze.
“I know Sir Jackal has a son my age.”
Jackal was represented as a knight who loved children, even though his cold reason can’t use his strength in front of children.
“So, I thought you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“That’s reckless.”
Jackal grabbed his sword.
It was not a good atmosphere to mix with Medea and the sword.
Viola did that.
“I’ll greet you formally. I’m White Veratoux, Viola.”
Viola and the party were guided to the annex of the Storm Fortress.
It wasn’t as big and pleasant as the annex of the winter castle, but it was good enough to stay for a while.
Medea spoke up first.
“Sir Jackal is right. Reckless.”
“I wasn’t reckless. As a white Veratoux, I acted with everything in mind.”
“What did you consider?”
Viola felt it. This question was soon a test for the youngest child.
‘I have to answer well.’
If she didn’t do it right, Medea would surely be greatly disappointed.
“First of all, I’m sure Sir Jackal won’t hurt me.”
“And?”
“Second, I’m sure my sister won’t hurt me, even if Sir Jackal doesn’t.”
“….”
“Because both people who could hurt me were trying to protect me.
“Why were you so sure?”
“At least, more than a welcome win or loss, I thought that sister would love me more.”
“Why?”
“Because if I were sister, I would.”
Saying that, Viola stared at Medea with unshakable eyes. Medea’s ‘truth eyes’ and her purple eyes collided.
Rather, Medea’s eyes fluttered.
‘This child… She’s serious.’
She would have been if she had been her sister.
Those words were sincere.
And, the words were strangely inspiring…
“So, you mean… your actions weren’t reckless, but a strategic approach as a white Veratoux?”
“That’s right.”
“What’s your ultimate goal?”
“To solve the case without killing Sir Jackal.”
Medea tilted her head.
“It’s my job to kill Sir Jackal.”
“I’ve been given an extra mission.”
Before coming here, it was signed by Heron Veratoux himself. In any case, if Jackal made a statement in support of Winter Castle and Veratoux, along with a public apology, that they would not have to kill Jackal.
“Isn’t this more efficient and reasonable than killing Sir Jackal?”
“That’s right.”
“He’s a great knight and warrior who keeps the canyon of barbarians safe. Without Sir Jackal, the Monarch will definitely ask for Winter Castle’s cooperation. Using the trade road revitalization as an excuse. Besides, on the condition that we are excluded from the list of suspects who murdered Sir Jackal, then the power of Winter Castle will most likely be weakened.”
Viola took Medea’s hand.
“Sister. I have no intention of interfering with sister’s mission.”
This, too, was sincere.
If she interrupted Medea, her neck may be cut off.
Viola wanted to live long.
“But, you can’t do an assassination right away.”
She would get good timing, and that good timing may not come any time soon.
Jackal must also have an assassination in mind.
“I’ll meet Sir Jackal first.”
Tundra’s eyes sank seriously.
“I will serve the master. I am a dog that watches over her.”
“I will serve the princess. I am the Princess’s direct butler.”
Xenon chuckled.
As Tundra and Xenon glared at each other, the hostility towards each other was burning brightly.
Viola let out a sigh.
“The blanket, I just need to cover it.”
What is this?
‘Why are the two of them fighting here?
Even for ten minutes…
Xenon smiled and said.
“The Princess has a habit of always kicking the blanket around 3:23 in the morning. I have always served her, and I am doing my best to prevent her stomach ache.”
He bowed his back politely.
“So, I hope you can grant me the honor of taking care of the Princess.”
Tundra radiated open hostility.
“Why don’t you give up your privileges?”
“Wouldn’t it be strange to put down the privilege?”
“Don’t you think it is the duty of the privileged class to put aside the privileges they normally enjoy?”
“I do not agree to such an obligation, Tundra.”
Viola yelled at them.
“Both of you, get out!”
In the end, Xenon and Tundra are kicked out of Viola’s room.
The next day, the morning was bright.
At dawn.
Viola and Hickson headed to the training hall of Storm Fortress.
Hap! Hap!
A shout was heard from afar.
The Knights of the Storm Fortress seemed to be training.
Viola sat on a bench on the other side of the training hall and waited until their training is over. Jackal, who was leading the training, finally put down his sword and wiped his sweat with a towel.
He came closer to Viola.
“Princess Viola is waking up early.”
“The majesty of the Storm squad is so great, I wanted to see it at least once.”
After greeting Viola, Jackal held out his right hand.
“Yesterday, I wasn’t in a good mood, so I couldn’t greet properly, Sir Hickson.”
“It’s not like we’re so happy with each other.”
Hickson replied bluntly as he took Jackal’s hand. The greetings were rough, however, there was a little bit of affection towards each other.
“Are you still practicing from four in the morning?”
“That’s right.”
Hickson shook his head.
“I hate people who live upright like you. How can humans be like that? Machines?”
“I heard that you’re in trouble, are you okay?”
“Uh, thanks to that person.”
At his answer, Jackal’s gaze fell on Viola.
Why did Viola come here?
Why did she jump into that dangerous place yesterday? And, what do you mean by thanks to that person, Viola?
“The real reason is not that I want to visit the storm squad. Why did you come to me? Besides, what does Sir Hickson mean?”
Viola jumped off the bench.
Seeing so, Jackal knelt down on one of his knees and set his eyes on her.
“Sir Jackal, do you know the story behind Uncle Hickson?”
“…I know. I’m deeply sorry.”
She decided to go straight to the point.
“Isn’t Sir Jackal sad?”
“What do you mean?”
She spoke without hesitation about what was considered a ‘top secret’ in the novel.
“Your son is gone.”
“…I don’t know what you mean.”
“Somehow, it’s very similar to Uncle Hickson’s situation. Things like that happen often on the continent.”
Casting characters with power.
Kidnapping of a loved one.
No evidence left.
“I want to help Sir Jackal, as a white Veratoux.”
Then, she added one more thing.
“…Because there shouldn’t be more sad people like my uncle.”
Hickson’s heart wept at the words ‘my uncle.’
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