I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

Chapter 67

Viola hugged Jermi, sobbing. “Don’t die.”

“What?” A chill coursed down his spine.

What did she mean? This felt uncanny, like an unseen blade hurtling towards them.

“Don’t go.”

“Huh?”

“If you die like this, I’ll be resentful for the rest of my life.”

Jermi then realized that Viola was talking to someone else.

’A vision?’

She seemed to be hallucinating, witnessing the death of someone precious.

Did someone who was precious to Viola die?

Her slender shoulders were shaking strongly. She seemed stronger than anyone else, but he felt her shudder as if her body was going to break.

“I won’t die. Please. Open your eyes.”

“I won’t beg you to buy me pork cutlets.”

I won’t bother you. Just, please open your eyes, please.” Jermi realized what was happening.

As her spirit affinity was extremely high, she seemed to be vulnerable to the fantasies shown by the spirits. Her powerful bloodline was a double-edged sword.

“It’s okay, Viola. I’m not dead.” He patted Viola on the back, firmly believing that she would be able to pull through.

‘What I can do now is… hold her and try to help her out.”

It was surprising.

Jermi never could have imagined that Viola would have a weakness like this.

Who did she miss so much? Who was the enemy that she feared so much?

His thoughts became a little complicated.

Didn’t she say that she was found in the slums? Did her parents perhaps abandon her?

It was said that she had stabbed a slave trader with a shard of glass on the day Duke Verratoux adopted her.

‘It’s not about being abandoned.’

Hearing Viola’s sobs, it didn’t seem like she had been abandoned. If anything, it seemed that the person she was telling not to die was her parent.

She might have been looking at her mom or dad at this moment.

His heart felt a pang. Seven-year-old Jermi once had a crush on a girl. He went out to the Svon Street intersection every evening to meet her. The girl was blind, and that was where she made a living.

Clink.

A coin fell into her tin.

“Thank you.”

“I have to go.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m saving my pocket money and giving it to you.”

He kept his word, and each time, the girl bowed and repeatedly thanked him.

Six months thus passed.

“Can’t you say anything other than thank you?”

“That’s…”

He had always been dissatisfied, wanting to hear more. Frustrated, Jermi introduced himself only then, “My name is Jermi.” At this time, he was very nervous. Excited and overwhelmed even though he was just giving his name. “But you don’t have a mom or dad?”

“I don’t have any.”

“Why?”

“They threw me away.”

Jermi learned for the first time that there were parents who coldly abandoned their children. His heart hurt for her.

After a year, he knew that her name was Maelan and that she was the same age as him.

“Why are you so nice to me?”

“Why not?”

Filled with youthful innocence, he hadn’t quite understood that he liked Maelan, so he couldn’t say anything else.

“That’s because we’re friends,” he decided to say.

Maelan smiled brightly at the word friend. It was the first time he’d seen her smile like that. “Friend. That’s a good thing to hear.”

“Right?”

“Then stop following me now.”
Maelan, who turned eight, learned to polish shoes, and was able to earn for her own living expenses. She didn’t have to beg anymore. That day, the two fought for the first time.

Jermi got mad at her for refusing when he said he would give her some money, and Maelan shouted that she was no longer a beggar.

That night, on a soft bed, Jermi bit his lips. “I’m annoyed.”

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t tell what he did wrong.

The nanny’s words came to mind.

“It’s not annoying, it’s heartbreaking, young master.”

After an hour, then two hours, he still couldn’t sleep. The sound of grass bugs, which usually sounded like a lullaby, kept bothering me.

“I have to apologize tomorrow.”

Jermi wasn’t truly aware yet of what he did wrong, but it didn’t matter. All he knew was that Maelan was sad, and he had to fix it.

Early the next morning, he stepped out to the Svon intersection, but she wasn’t there.

A day passed. Then two.

Jermi became more and more impatient.

After three days, he heard that a group of robbers had attacked the slums. The guards of the Storm Fortress were heavily reprimanded, and an investigation was launched. An undercurrent of fury filled the air.

Only then did he learn that his friend had been kidnapped by slave merchants.

“Please take me with you, dad!” he cried, but to no avail.

His father said that it was because it wasn’t safe for him, being nine years old, but really, it was because he felt too strongly about the matter.

“Calm down and go into your room to meditate.”

“This is a job for adults.”

Jermi was locked alone in a room for three days. And after a long time, he was able to hear from Maelan.

She no longer lived in this world.

Listless, he refused to come out of the room for a week.

Meanwhile, a conversation with the nanny rekindled a fire in Jermi.

“There are many Maelans in this world.”

“What are you talking about? There’s only one Maelan.”

“Even in places with good security, such as the Storm Fortress, terrible things like this happen.
Similar things happen countless times in this world.”

The second Maelan, the third Maelan, and the fourth Maelan. There were many Maelans in this world.

“The young master has strength.”

He had inherited the blood of the storm sword, and he had already shown the qualities of an outstanding warrior.

People also called Jermi a small storm.

“Those who have power enjoy a lot and live. You have to use that power for the weak.”

“Why?”

Because that’s the right thing to do. It’s justice.”

“Won’t it be hard?”

“What if many people felt the same way?”

“Then the world would be sad.”

“A nobleman’s duty is to protect others from that feeling.”

Jermi definitely felt it. Shocked that he would no longer be able to see Maelan agan, he made up his mind.

He would do his best to prevent another such tragedy from happening.

When a year passed by, Jermi took a sword and vowed in front of the tomb where Maelan’s remains were buried.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

Since that day, Jermi had not shown any mercy to slave merchants. As soon as he found one, he killed him right then and there. As his reputation grew, Jermi was called the “Relentless Storm”.

He recalled the old days as he watched Viola in his arms. He didn’t forgive slave traders and parents who abandoned their children. In fact, he considered it his responsibility to ensure justice regarding those matters.

Viola’s words kept ringing in his ears.

“Don’t die.”

“If you die like this, I’ll be resentful for the rest of my life.”

Jermi had only ever seen Viola’s brilliance, her luck at being adopted by a powerful man.

Now, his perspective had changed. He berated himself for not thinking about her life before.

Had she not stabbed a slave merchant to death at seven years old? Had she not wandered around the slums at that time?

Why did she have to fight on her own?

‘There must have been no one to protect you.’

If there was someone to protect her, Maelan might not have ended up the way she did.

The only difference was that Viola had been able to kill the slave trader. Still, if she had been protected by an adult, she wouldn’t have had to hold the shard herself.

“it’s okay,” he soothed.

“Don’t go.”

“It’s okay, Viola. I’ll protect you.” He patted Viola on the back.

She hugged him a little tighter, and he did the same.

“What you see is an illusion.”

Viola didn’t hear that, though. In her head were ambulance siren sounds. Doctors in white robes running around busily. Paramedics in orange clothes. People shouting urgently in unfamiliar terms.

And Kang Hanjun covered in blood.

It was cold and scary. It didn’t look like he would make it.

Then, warmth. She felt something hugging her tightly, protectively.

It was a warmth that she had never felt since she became Viola Verratoux.

“You were deceived by the fantasies of the spirits because you have too high an affinity with them. No one died. It’s okay. I’m next to you.”

Jermi made a resolution to not leave her side.

“You can overcome it, Viola.”

It was so dark that he couldn’t see her face. Somehow, he was able to make eye contact.

“You’re not alone.”

Viola didn’t have to fight alone anymore.

At that time, she lost her parents and lived in a slum, but now she was Verratoux’s princess, and she had him too.

“We’re friends.”

Viola’s fantasies gradually began to subside.

Even a small voice was heard.

[Stop, guys.]

[If you keep playing around, we’ll disappear.]

The playful illusions had a fatal flaw. Sincerity.

[What’s with him?]

[Our bodies are going to break.]

The spirits could no longer play tricks.

Jermi’s sincerity and desire broke the illusions of spirits. Before she knew it, Viola regained peace.

Quietly.

Actually, she fell asleep.

Jermi sat still and patted Viola on the shoulder. “Good night.”

The illusion seemed to be broken. When she wakes up, she would be Viola Verratox again. Not the little girl who lost her parents, but an iron-blooded princess.

Footsteps arrived.

“So…”

Jermi was very nervous.

Viola, who had yet to wake up, was carefully laid down.

He pulled out a sword. “Who is it?”

“What the hell is Korea?”

Words that Jermi could not understand continued.

“Then, you’re Kang Hanjun?””

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