I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

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Chapter 42

“Okay. Can I drink all the strawberry milk instead?”

What is the best way to do it?

Medea interpreted this action, as she took her time to think differently.

“You’re relaxed.”

None of her brothers act like Viola.

Even the Second and Third prince, who showed open hostility, had never drunk strawberry milk in such a calm state. What’s more, they’re going to the training ground. Viola showed no sign of nervousness or fear.

“It’s delicious. Xenon made it himself.”

“The butler?”

“Yes. he grinds and freezes strawberries himself.”

Xenon chuckled.

“I also add in some ice cubes sometimes.”

Then, Xenon and Viola said at the same time.

“Like a snowflake.”
“Like a snowflake.”

He bowed his head.

“The Princess likes strawberry milk so much. So, I practiced a bit.”

“Xenon. Aren’t you a master of the ice sword? Are you making strawberry milk with that ability?”

“I don’t know where to put myself, but if the first-star knight said so. It’s a pleasure to see it being used in this way.”

“It’s strawberry milk made by micro-pulverizing with the ice sword method. It’s interesting. Would you like to serve it to me next time?”

“Of course.”

Viola drank the strawberry milk as slowly as she could.

Medea waited for Viola, drinking tea in the same shape as a lady.

‘Even that look is pretty… ‘

Her favorite character was Heron, and her second favorite was Medea.

Medea was always upright, and she never succumbed to any trials or threats. She was always like a calm lake where she kept peace.

A huge lake that can devour everything by causing a flood at any time.

As Viola drank her strawberry milk sparingly, she organized her information about Medea.

[ “Medea loved her family more than anyone. So, Medea wanted to have more power than anyone else.” ]

She was born with natural talent, and she was an effort-type genius who combined her desperate efforts in addition to that.

[ “Under her powerful hegemony, she thought that it would be good if there were no more injured or dead siblings. She had to be strong.” ]

She didn’t want to kill anyone. Ironically, it was so she had to be the strongest.

And, at the end of the novel, she was also the character who was unlucky to be killed by the viola.

[ “Viola. You’ve grown taller.” ]

[ “Sister. I longed for you and hated you at the same time.” ]

Even in the latter half of the novel, Princess Medea was a huge wall that was difficult to overcome.

[ “You were always brilliant and stubborn. You were a different person from me. The most disgusting thing was that you loved me, your bloodless sibling.” ]

[ “The problem is that I’m going to attack you, sister, you already knew.”
Viola’s eyes turned red. Red tears flowed from her red eyes. ]

In the original story, Viola was the one who opened her heart and gave affection.

For her, Medea was a love-hated person.

[ “If I were you, I would not have forgiven me.” ]

[ “You wouldn’t have died in vain like this. You are Veratoux, whom I respected the most and will continue to respect in the future. But, why…?” ]

It just rained that day. Today, it was a rainy day as well.

[ “Then why are you dying in vain?” ]

That day, Medea answered with a smile.

[ “Because you’ve grown up enough. I’m already tired. So, I want to rest.” ]

Viola swung her weapon, a dagger. Medea’s body tilted.

[ “I’m sorry for carrying a heavy burden on you. Forgive my ugly sister.” ]

Even as she fell, Medea held her center.

She sat cross-legged. With her blood flowing all the way, she said,

[ “Nevertheless, I loved you. My family. My little sister.”」

After saying those words, Medea closes her eyes.

In that cross-legged posture.

…Medea, who was upright in her lifetime, was upright to the end.

“The First Princess doesn’t want to hurt me.”

Then, there was a way.

Training ground.

There, Tundra was learning the sword.

“Oh, Medea. What’s going on here?”

“Miss. It’s been a while.”

Hickson shook his head as Xenon explained what was going on.

“No matter how talented Viola is, is it reasonable for you to try it?”

“There is just something I want to check.”

“What if I stop you?”

“Anyone who blocks the will of Veratoux will have no choice but to be destroyed.”

“You? Me?”

“Isn’t there anything I can’t do?”

Hickson opened his eyes wide.

“You’ve grown a lot, you used to be sloppy.”

It seemed like a flash.

But, what they feared did not happen.

“Miss got a lot smaller. At that time, you had very big hands.”

“It’s not that I got smaller, it’s that you grew up.”

Hickson let out a sigh—Hoo.

“Look at the red eyes in case someone isn’t Veratoux. Then you’re going to eat me?”

“If necessary.”

Hickson sighed again. It was unlikely that he would stop.

“Still, there must be a mediator, right?”

“If you take care of it, I’ll be relieved.”

“I don’t know if I’ll cut anyone while they stop me.”

“Who could it be me?”

“With a high probability?”

Medea grinned as she spoke her next words.

“You seem to care about my sister a lot?”

“Hm. She is the daughter I have in my heart.”

“Daughter?”

“Didn’t you hear that? That’s exactly how I delivered it to Heron.”

“I’m hearing this for the first time.”

Medea thought it was funny.

‘His face is coming to life. It feels like a completely different person than before.’

At the time, Medea thought Hickson would die a few years later. It was sad to think that her friend, her father, would have killed his broken friend, Hickson.

However, now six years later…

Overcoming the wounds of his past and standing up, Hickson became a stronger person than before.

‘The cause is Viola. It was you.’

Her curiosity for Viola grew even greater.

“Take up your weapon. What weapon do you use?”
“I’m using a dagger.”

“Did you know that it was a weapon that is inherently disadvantageous?”

Medea drew her sword.

Sureung—

A clear sound resounded in the training ground.

Even though it wasn’t exposed to sunlight, the blade that flashed bright anticipation looked like a masterpiece created by a master with all his heart.

“In order to use the dagger, it is the top priority to close the distance with the opponent.”

“I know.”

“Yeah. I guess I said something too obvious.”

“….”

“Sister.”

“Why?”

“Give me a handicap.”

If it had been another Veratoux, she wouldn’t have said something like this. Nevertheless, the opponent was the First Princess, Medea.

“What handicap?”

“Sister, don’t move on the spot. Then, I can definitely win.”

“Yes?”

Medea chuckled. She didn’t hate the way Viola brazenly asked for a handicap.

‘Because I just need to check her skills.’

She said so.

Was it a coincidence that she injured the body of Third Prince Kundo? Or, was it actually her skill?

She decided to check it out.

“I’m coming, sister.”

Viola started trudging.

“For you, footwork becomes more important than any other swordsmanship. The least you can do is read and listen to the timing faster than others…”

Medea tilted her head for a moment.

Viola strode towards her.

‘It’s not footwork.’

She just walked…

“If you come in like that, you’ll get cut.”

Medea swung her sword.

Hooo—

Her sword ran through Viola’s hair. A few strands of her hair were cut off and fluttered in the air. Though Viola didn’t even lift an eye.

‘No reaction at all?’

It was like that in Medea’s eyes.

But, the truth was different.

‘Wow, I’m scared senseless!’

Inside, she felt scared to death. Although even after three years in the village school, I will make a dog recite a poem.*

‘I’ve been doing this for three years…’

She got used to it a lot.

She also practiced a lot against the blood-crazed killer witch. It was because she had to pass Xenon’s test every day.

‘Something like this is nothing.’

Medea was a prudent character. Besides, she wouldn’t be used to this kind of situation.

Even so, she wouldn’t cut Viola.

‘My sister never cuts her own blood.’

So, Viola in the original disliked Medea.

She fights for herself to die, but Medea always just accepts it. That’s what pissed off Viola in the original story.

However, the now Viola was not the original Viola.

‘I’m not mad.’

Why would she be mad at her for not cutting Viola?

It’s never something to be angry about.

‘Rather, thank you, thank you, oh, thank you!’

So, when Medea opened her mouth again and said.

“If you approach blindly, you’ll get cut.”

The sword flew again with a threatening sword path.

Viola did not dodge.

She just strode towards her.

A slight hair-thin difference passed Viola’s neck. There was a minor cut on Viola’s neck. It was dripping with blood.

‘Ugh, ugh—Aww!’

By now, she was sick of acting. She just stomped away.

Swordsmanship genius Medea was only unfamiliar with this situation.

This was the first.

Viola just walked over and hugged Medea tightly around her waist.

“Win.”

Crash!

With a sound, the dagger Viola was holding fell to the ground as she threw the dagger to the ground.

“….”

Medea didn’t say anything for a moment.

She had never experienced a hug with any of her siblings. Not a hug to analyze body shape, but a real hug.

Something felt rather odd.

“Viola. You’re so defenseless. If I were your enemy, you would have died.”

“Then, you can stab me.”

“…”

“However…”

Viola released Medea’s waist.

She took one step back.

“If that had been the case, there would have been no way that the Second Prince or Third Prince who openly exposed hostility to sister would have been alive.”

Viola smiled and spoke to her.

“Sister. If it’s all right with you, can I talk with you? There’s something I want to talk about.”

First Princess sister.

‘I chose you as the next successor…!’

Please be the next Duke.

‘For my comfortable and splendid old age!’

She decided to draw the sketch.

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