I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well - Chapter 6
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Chapter 6
“Mom gave me a mission?”
Uh.
This…
It’s a bit different.
It’s supposed to be in a few days.
Viola was a little surprised. The sequence of the chapters had changed.
「 “My mom gave me a mission.” 」
The original Vixen and Viola will be on duty together. It was Viola’s first official mission. In the original book, Vixen said.
「 “It would be fun if you and I compete, right?” 」
But right now, Vixen said something a little different.
“Do you want to play with me?”
It was subtly different from the original story. Now it’s not about competition, but playing instead.
“Play?”
“It’ll be fun.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s really fun. It’ll be filled with a lot of fun.”
“With who?”
“Viola!”
Viola almost collapsed as her legs relaxed.
He’s smiling brightly, calling her name with his own mouth.
Though she can’t believe he’s innocent and not vicious.
‘I’m doomed.’
Don’t be too mushy with Vixen.
He’s been trained to kill since he was born.
If he decided to do so, he would be thirsty and kill a lot of adults. He is a very, very dangerous biological weapon.
Viola was determined.
Don’t be fooled by his appearance. She only felt sorry for the abused Vixen and his safety for just once.
“Well, that does sound like fun.”
The sequence of episodes has changed. However, Viola thought it was a good thing.
Nonetheless, this chapter is an important point for Viola.
‘I’m about to kidnap the main male character.’
She thought she would meet the Main Male Lead, ‘Tundra’ from the novel.
***
Xenon gave me some explanations.
“It’s your first time in action, isn’t it? Most bandits use weak poisoned bows and hypnotism. In close combat, they often swing their axes, but they tend to get tired quickly because they only swing with force without proper skill.”
“And this is a highly poisoned dagger, please be careful using it. If you’re stabbed by mistake, then you’re going there, Princess.”
He pointed his finger at the sky.
She laughed. She thought he meant going to the sky as if Xenon was talking about some cute story.
Don’t speak like that with such a warm smile.
Viola responded after swallowing her words after a while.
“I don’t need extreme poison.”
“It’s going to be useful.”
“I don’t want to play with poison.”
In fact, she refused because she is afraid of being poisoned by mistake, but Xenon was easily convinced.
“Hmm. If that’s what you want.”
Xenon wiped the poison with a handkerchief and smiled, handing Viola the dagger.
“I hope you succeed with your mission.”
“What about you?”
“Of course I’m with you, but I can’t give you direct help. This is Princess’s assignment, after all.”
Yes, this is the mission that Vixen was talking about a while back.
So, ‘playing’ is a mission to suppress the raging bandits in the Beto Mountains.
It wasn’t a big bandit group. However, eight-year-olds can’t punish a massive group of bandits all alone, though.
In the first place, it was more like exercise for Vixen than a mission.
Xenon asked.
“Would you like to get on a carriage? Or should I prepare a horse for you?”
Viola can’t ride a horse.
Viola looked up at Xenon.
“I want you to serve me more elegantly.”
“I’ll prepare a carriage then.”
Xenon prepared a carriage.
It was a carriage led by a pair of black horses. Thanks to magic, the carriage is surprisingly comfortable.
However, Vixen seemed a little dissatisfied.
“I enjoy riding horses.”
“Then you can ride a horse.”
“Why did you call me just now?”
Vixen raised his chin in front of Viola. He pointed his finger at Viola.
“You are seven years old.”
Then he stabbed himself in the chest with his fingers.
“I am eight years old.”
His expression was full of arrogance. The carriage’s room was filled with arrogance.
“You should call me brother.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m eight years old, and you’re seven years old?”
As innocent as he is, Viola almost laughed without realizing it.
She held back her smile, desperately.
“But I would have killed ten more people than you. Hehe.”
His smile was then wiped off.
“If you hate carriages so much, you can go ride the horses.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Horses would feel burned out.”
“So?”
“Then they won’t look cool.”
It was a profound resolve of an eight-year-old to save even his stamina.
Viola and her party headed to the Beto Mountains, south of the Winter Castle.
The Beto Mountains are small mountain ranges that are separated from the giant ‘Northern Great Mountains.’
Viola pulled herself together.
‘Practice against bandits might not be difficult for the real Viola. However, for me, I was just Arin who became Viola.’
So, Viola rattled her brain.
“Oppa.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll give you a chance first.”
“Really?”
“It’s supposed to be a game for you, isn’t it?”
“That’s true.”
Vixen nodded his head. He asked her to play with him, but he didn’t want to lose to his sister.
He also wanted to show his very best self in front of his younger sibling.
As an older brother.
“You take care of them first.”
“Okay, I see.”
“Do as much as you can. Don’t overdo it though.”
“Huh?”
“If you’re having a hard time, I’ll help you then.”
She made a deliberately derisive expression.
It hit Vixen’s pride.
“Ha! That’s not gonna happen.”
Vixen made a promise to himself.
He’ll show her his strong side as her older brother.
“You just stay put. I’ll do everything for you!”
***
A twelve-year-old boy.
Tundra had a treasure.
It was his father and sister.
For him, his father and sister are his treasures.
His father was always friendly.
‘Straighten your back, look straight ahead. That’s right! You’re doing great! My son, you’ll be a great hunter!’
His sister, who had been weak since she was young, always supported Tundra.
“Sister, I’ll be a great hunter. I’ll fix your body and make sure our family lives happily ever after.”
‘You don’t have to be famous. I just want you and dad to be happy.
In his childhood days, Tundra’s mother ran away from poverty.
The three remaining family members relied on each other to overcome poverty.
Tundra’s ability to hunt at the age of six is getting better and better now.
He isn’t as hungry as before.
‘You’re getting better at catching now. My son, that’s great.’
Tundra smiled brightly.
“Daddy hunts, and I hunt, so we hunt twice as many.”
Things were going well.
“I don’t have to worry about my sister’s medicine anymore.”
If things keep going this way… If I become a better hunter.
“She could be treated at the temple.”
That’s what Tundra has dreamed. He firmly believed that his dream would one day become a reality.
Seven days ago.
Tundra’s dream collapsed.
“I got a deer! He’s a big guy!”
Though there was no sign of people in the house, things felt strange and ominous.
“Daddy…!”
His father was dead. He was so badly murdered that he couldn’t bear to open his eyes.
In the meantime, he did not let go of the hatchet in his right hand.
He seemed to have had a fierce fight with something or someone.
“Sister!”
Our father is dead.
He couldn’t find his sister.
Tears streamed down his eyes.
It felt like the world had collapsed.
It looked like his sister had been kidnapped.
He could see axe marks in different places.
Footprints were also seen.
The number of footprints wasn’t one or two. It seemed to be at least four or five.
He bit his lips tight.
‘Daddy, I’m sorry. I’m terribly sorry. I’ll be right back.’
I had to bury my dad, but I couldn’t do it now.
‘I’ll find her first. I’ve been frantically searching for her.’ For three days, he didn’t even eat, and he just followed the trails.
He then entered Beto Mountains.
In the end, he found a wild vegetable.
As far away as that.
He could see a wooden book and a small watchtower.
“…”
He could see a mound of dirt. There was blood everywhere.
‘No, it’s not.’
It was so ominous.
He didn’t want to think so.
Tundra dug up the dirt with trembling hands. When he dug up a little, he saw a pale hand.
It was a human hand, a girl’s hand.
‘This isn’t happening.’
He dug madly into the soil.
There was the body of a young girl whose fingernails had peeled off and blood flowing from them.
Even at a terrible sight, Tundra was relieved.
‘It’s not my sister…’
I need to hurry.
He infiltrated into the living quarters to find his sister.
It was then when he heard the voice of Xenon from outside the carriage.
“We’ve arrived. There’s a mountain in front of us.”
Vixen opened the carriage door wide to see what it was so urgently.
Viola controlled her thoughts. There will be a terrible massacre spree in a little.
‘They deserve to die.’
She has seen it all in the novel.
They killed so many people.
Among them were the father and sister of Male Lead, Tundra.
The carriage stopped.
It was a narrow road that was difficult to get through by carriage.
Vixen lifted his poisoned dagger.
“What’s wrong with that slope?”
“It looks like it hasn’t been long since it was built.”
The carriage has set up a hillside nearby. This means that it is not an outstanding production.
Vixen walked forward.
“There’s no one on the watchtower.”
No matter how crude a mountain is, some people are bound to watch the watchtower.
Vixen grinned.
“It smells like blood, doesn’t it?”
She found something while walking.
“It’s a dead body.”
Vixen looked down at the body with a bored look.
He understood the situation as soon as he saw it.
“There was a body buried here, and someone scraped the ground out.”
“I think so.”
Viola was nauseated. The body was laid before she was a little girl.
She was small and didn’t look older than ten.
Viola bit her lips.
Why?
I don’t know if that little kid should be dead like that, even in the fantasy world.
‘Why…!’
She knew from her head.
She knew all of it, but she still felt like crying.
Reading it from the novel is very different than seeing it with your own naked eyes.
She arrived in front of the mountain house.
Vixen knocked confidently.
Knock, knock.
After knocking, she shouted more proudly.
“We’re coming in!”
There should be no one inside the watchtower.
Viola knew that fact, and she proceeded to push the wooden door.
Creak-
The door opened with a sound. Vixen scanned his eyes round.
“The door was open.”
Viola pointed her finger under the ground.
“There’s a sign that it just opened. Get inside.”
“Huh?”
“The door for a mountain house is usually pulled from the outside since it’s more uncomfortable than pushing it.”
“Why?”
“That way, they can get a little time when they run away.”
But there were traces of pushing and opening.
Originally, there should have been traces in the opposite direction.
“You’ve seen the graves, haven’t you?”
“Someone broke in before us.”
“Really?”
“It doesn’t make sense that there are no people on the lookout no matter how poor the bandits are.”
“Well, that doesn’t make sense!”
It doesn’t make sense.
A single man should still be on the lookout.
“There’s a story that someone who knows how to handle this bow shot killed a man on a watchtower and sneaked into that very door.”
“Then, brother. It’s explainable that you smelled blood. They were already defeated.”
Vixen’s eyes have narrowed.
“I can’t do this. I’m going to lose my plaything.”
Vixen began to run.
“You’re faster than me. That’s pretty good.”