I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

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Chapter 38

Duke Heron lay on the bed.

The blue moonlight streamed in through the large window.

He turned his body to the side and his desk caught his eye. There was a small picture frame on the desk. There was a figure of Rael that was photographed through a magic camera.

The Duke pondered on his memories with Rael.

‘I’m glad I’m your wife. Only I can own you.’

The Duke looked at Rael’s picture without hesitation. The image of Viola did not disappear from his mind.

‘That child…’

He felt it from a long time ago. She resembled Rael in some way. He even felt this way.

‘Don’t be lonely anymore, is she the child Rael sent to me…?’

‘I can’t.’

There was no connection between Rael and Viola. He just adopted Viola as a hand to use and throw away.

But, there were some strange things.

‘Why are nostalgic feelings dripping from the potion?

How did she read the feelings he missed from the potion? How could a child who did not know Rael find out about such things by just looking at the potions?

‘Longing for someone. Love greater than death. and earnest desire. I see it.’

At this point, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Rael appeared in Viola’s dream and taught her everything.

‘Rael…’

Tears welled up in the Duke’s eyes. He prayed tens of thousands of times for her to be by his side, but God didn’t hear him.

The Duke eventually got up from his seat.

He opened the door to the secret safe. There was a flower ring preserved by the finest preservation magic.

‘Rael. You used to give me a sweet briar.’

In a secret space that no one knew about, Rael had weaved a flower ring for the Duke.

Each time the Duke would blush his face.

‘Men don’t do this.’

‘It’s not man, it’s my husband who does this.’

Rael’s smile that day was so pretty.

It’s because he was happy that Rael was happy. So, in front of Rael, he always wore the flower ring. Every time.

Rael liked to clasp his hands.

‘It fits you very well. It’s pretty.’

It was a secret that only Heron and Rael knew, which no one in the Duchy family knew. But, if he looks at what Viola is doing, she looks just like Rael.

‘It suits you too well for that.’

‘Dad is very handsome.’

‘Ignorant worship.’

His reason continued to refuse. However, emotions kept making him think differently.

Viola felt like a child Rael had sent for him.

‘Useless thoughts…’

Heron put the sweet briar flower in the secret safe, and once again at Rael.

As he gazed at the picture. Somehow today…

It felt like Rael was smiling.

‘I miss you.’

Does Rael miss him, too?

Does she want to see the bold adopted daughter?

The Duke himself did not know.

Hera smashed the strawberries with a fork, kuak!

She hit it so hard, the juice burst all around.

Pang!

“Are you crazy?”

“Yes, crazy.”

“Why are you volunteering for a white Veratoux?”

“I said I did it before. Is your head bad?”

It was true.

A year ago, Viola had spoken to Hera in advance. That she’d be a white Veratoux. Naturally, Hera did not take her words seriously.

“I thought it was meant to mock the white Veratoux.”

“Older sister is a white Veratoux.”

“….”

“Sister is my people. So, why am I making fun of the white Veratoux?”

She stared into Viola’s vivid eyes. Hera looked at those vivid eyes and took a deep breath, tak, she felt choked.

“Sometimes, I get confused.”

“What?”

“You have such vivid eyes in front of me.”

“It’s not just in front of sister.”

“Then?”

“I do it in front of both sister and father.”

Only two in the world.

Hera felt very good about it, but she spoke bluntly.

“Anyway, you’re the iron-blooded Veratoux. The adopted daughter who is more Veratoux than anyone else. The youngest Veratoux who declared war on the Veratoux during the welcome dinner.”

Viola at the welcome dinner still remains as a Duchy’s legend.

It would probably be recorded largely in the history books of Veratoux. As such, the appearance of Viola Veratoux gave a great shock to the Duchy.

“Yeah, it was.”

“But why? Why the white Veratoux?”

Hera was so frustrated that she thought she was going to die. Never in history has the white Veratoux seized power. No matter how good you are.

Hera knew exactly the limits of the white Veratoux.

“Sister. Do you believe in me?”

“Until now, I believed!”

Viola that Hera saw was an outstanding resourceful person. She solved the herd of wild boars that plagued Maple Village in a harmonious way, and she bought a lot of land, and drew a huge investment profit.

“I heard you recently subjugated a group of bandits.”

“Yes, what. Did you?”

The exact inside story was a little different.

She went with Hickson, who is now a complete human, and Tundra, the male lead inside the novel.

Tundra, which has made remarkable progress, alone killed seven bandits, and Hickson killed three.

Viola simply just watched.

“The head of that bandit was an Imperial Knight, wasn’t it?”

“It’s not a regular knight, I think it was an apprentice.”

“Anyway! Do you think it’s easy to subdue a band of bandits with more than ten people?

Why does a younger brother with such abilities take the course with a white Veratoux instead of a black one!

Why did you rot that great talent?

“Calm down, sister.”

“Do I really look like I can calm down?”

“Anyway, I’ve decided to become a white Veratoux.”

Her goal is not to be a family head, but to live a long and happy life. For that, the white Veratoux would be perfect.

‘There’s nothing to do, sister.’

“I don’t understand your decision.”

“You didn’t understand me even three years ago.”

Even three years ago, Hera had criticized Viola. Why are you buying that useless land? What kind of wind was blowing?

“Three years later, what happened?”

“I was lucky.”

“Sister is a businessman. Do you really think you’re lucky?”

Viola’s eyes narrowed. Now, the murderous energy is somehow controllable.

The first contribution that made the iron-blooded Princess. The murderous energy spread out to the surroundings.

In fact, Viola was only able to reach this far, but anyway, the concentration of the murderous energy was deep.

“If you really think that way, I might be disappointed with you.”

“….”

Hera bit her mouth for a moment.

In fact, Hera knows. It wasn’t just luck. It was a gambled investment made with thorough calculations.

Viola smiled again.

“It’s not that I don’t understand how upset sister is. You like me, and I like sister, too. I know how much you care for me.”

“It’s okay. I don’t need the clumsy sweet words.”

“Isn’t it clumsily sweet?”

Viola bowed her back slightly in front of Hera.

She made eye contact with Hera, who sat in the wheelchair.

She put her hand on Hera’s hand.

“A person with great resourcefulness like my sister. I hate being ridiculed and subtly ignored for being a white Veratoux.”

“….”

Hera met Viola’s eyes. “What, what do you mean?”

“I don’t want a good Veratoux, like sister, to ignore me because of the physical discomfort. In fact, there would be no black Veratoux without the white Veratoux. I can’t stand the sight of it.”

“…So, you also applied for the white Veratoux?”

“Not necessarily, but I won’t say that there is no reason.”

“….”

Hera took a deep breath.

“It’s so absurd and ridiculous.”

On top of Viola’s hand placed on her right hand, she put her left hand.

“I don’t feel bad.”

No Veratoux had ever said this to Hera. Only Viola said this. Because of that, Hera was truly amazed.

‘Veratoux knows how to wear a thousand masks.’

That was the evaluation Xenon made, and Hera also thinks so. That’s because the way Viola treats other people is completely different.

In fact, even now, three years later.

She doesn’t know the sincerity of Viola Veratoux.

‘Whether it’s sincerity or a mask.’

Hera made a very common-sense judgment. In fact, she decided that it was more likely to be a mask.

“I like what you say,” said Hera.

“Your father must have thought of you as the black Veratoux.”

“I guess so.”

Hera’s eyes became serious as she caught her breath. “You know that I couldn’t have allowed it without thinking, right?”

“I know.”

Viola stood up.

“Perhaps you will give me a hellish test.”

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For the past three years, Tundra learned swordsmanship under Hickson.

Hickson was a swordsman who wielded undefeated swordsmanship based on his mighty power.

Tundra also learned heavy swordsmanship based on strong power under the influence of Hickson. He used a great sword that reached a whopping two meters in length, and was difficult to find an opponent among its peers.

He always tried.

In order not to become a shy dog ​​next to Viola Veratoux.

He has already read the document more than thirty times. Tundra captured the great sword in the subspace and knocked.

“Master, have you called?”

Tundra strode forward to Viola.

Then, he knelt down on one knee and bowed down.

“I’ll be busy in the future. Did you hear that?”

“I heard that you applied for White Veratoux.”

Black Veratoux.
White Veratoux.

Anyway, it didn’t matter.

Whatever she chose, Viola was his benefactor, and she was the one to reach out in the most difficult times.

“What do you think will happen in the future?”

“I think the Duke will test you.”

Not just a test, but a bullying-level task. In fact, the Duke wants a black Veratoux instead of a white Veratoux.

‘Even if I die, I won’t be a black Veratoux!’

She doesn’t want to be the number one, and she doesn’t want to become a real, ten-year-old princess. Viola thought this was the safest route.

Tundra, who was on his knee, said,

“Master.”

“Why?”

“Can I raise my head?”

“No.”

Viola did not make eye contact with Tundra for more than five seconds in three years because the Viola in her body could pop out again.

She didn’t want to lose her body.

“…Yes.”

“I’ll stroke your hair instead.”

Instead of making eye contact with him, she stroked his hair. From Tundra’s point of view, she was unintentionally playing hard to get.

—Stroke, stroke.

Tundra shrugged his shoulders slightly. His face turned a little red.

‘It’s good.’

He liked this hand.

He subjugated the bandits for this touch, to keep the master’s hands from getting blood…

In Tundra’s chest, a warm heart rose. Is this the way a puppy feels when he accepts his owner’s touch?

Another desire arose.

‘I want to see her eyes…’

He didn’t want much. He just wanted to see her eyes.

Always, he spied on Viola’s face only from a distance.

‘She still doesn’t allow it, but…’

He hadn’t seen her properly in three years. Tundra just stared at her from a distance. Unfortunately, the owner never gave a proper glance.

That was a little sad.

‘But, I won’t be greedy.’

Someday.

When the time comes, she’ll look at him with those eyes.

‘After enough communication, you can confidently ask for it.’

After he read the half-and-half document, he wasn’t in a rush. If enough sympathy and trust are established, they will be able to behave like others.

However, the time just hasn’t come yet.

Tundra left Viola’s room.

Suddenly he ran into someone in the hallway.

‘Third Prince, Kundo?’

Tundra knew the face of a man.

‘What is he doing here?’

His body smelled of blood.

Kundo’s eyes were somehow strange and ominous.

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