I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

The person who opened the door was Vicen’s butler.

“Prince Vicen doesn’t want to meet anyone right now.”

“We must meet prince Vicen.”

“Prince Vicen doesn’t want.”

“Princess insists on going in.”

Vicen’s butler frowned.

“Zenon, I’m warning you. Just shut up.”

The two eyes hit the air and Viola felt that the spark was splashing.

Zenon looked at Viola.

“Princess? What should I do?”

“Can you stop him?”

Zenon looked at Viola and Vicen’s butler alternately. Vicen’s butler seemed to think the situation was absurd. After all they were talking about stopping him just in front of him. But it was not heterogeneous because it was extremely Bellato.

Zenon shrugged and said.

“Well. As you know, the butlers of this house are all strong.”

“Can you do it or not?”

“I think it will be difficult.”

Zenon took out the dagger from his arms and smiled. It was a warm smile.

“Even so, I can’t not do it.”

“Zenon, don’t be foolish.”

“Were we friendly enough to make each other comfortable?”

Zenon squeezed the butler’s neck.

“Are you ignoring the law of Winter Castle?”

“But I haven’t stabbed you yet.”

Viola felt eerie at the moment. So he hadn’t stabbed yet, but after this things could get complicated.

‘Without the law, you would have already been stabbed.’

It seemed to be omitted, but there somehow. Viola was almost trembling. Behind that warm look and a gentle smile, that’s an eerie life.

‘You shouldn’t be scared.’

She moved to hide her fear.

She walked quickly to get away from that situation. Somehow, Viola’s body was able to live there, but Arin’s spirit was crowded and afraid to live in such an environment.

Vicen’s room was quite big. So she had to walk for a while before finding him.

After Viola disappeared into the room, Zenon talked with the other butler.

“Did you see it?”

“I did.”

Vicen’s butler sighed.

“The exact gap and timing I have been pushed by you. She didn’t miss it. There is no delay on the step. ”

“Fast determination and action. The timing was not missed. It’s the basic virtue of Bellato.”

The butler of Vicen asked.

“If I really opposed, would you have stabbed me?”

“I would have to?”

“It’s easy to say. ”

“It’s better than a lie.”

Zenon laughed.

“You have a good master. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you really thinking about it?”

“Yes, first. I think her ambitions and dominance are huge. ”

“Is that so?”

“It’s not an area of effort. She was born to be a ruler. Who would have thought? 10 minutes after meeting, the first order would be to bring the neurotoxic poison that would use in ther brother.”

“…”

“Besides, She treated me very properly. It was as if she was born and raised in Bellato.”

“Is that possible?”

“Based on the natural talent, I think it’s possible if you have excellent insights and accurately recognize your reality and role.”

If Viola had heard, the flagship, breathing! The conversation came and went.

* * *

‘Hugh, it’s really far away.’

Vicen’s room was really big, like 200 meters. She couldn’t figure out how many rooms there were inside with a living room included.

kiik—

She opened the door in front of her. Under the large window where the bluish moonlight leaks, Vicen, who was hurt and collapsed, was seen.

‘Eww.’

she was scared. What should she say in that mood? It felt like facing a predator just before it was in the face of his appearance.

‘Fear is a moment.’

Here, this was everyday. It’s not just the smell of blood, but the cut neck wanders. It was a world that could be played. And she had to get used to it.

Thump, thump.

She moved her feet and approached the boy.

“It’s not what you think.”

Vicen was squatting under the window. Viola passed by Vicen and sat down on a chair in front of the table and he looked down at Vicen.

“Did you get hit a lot?”

She licked her lips once. She was Viola, and she seemed to lick her lips at this time, so she just did it.

“Huh.”

“There is a lot of blood.”

“I was a little hit today.”

Viola mumbled and touched his chin. She looked at Vicen’s body as if she was appraising it.

“Isabella’s whip?”

“huh.”

Vichen’s eyes turned red. His mother’s love was more scary and harder than the red wound in his body.

“It must have been painful.”

“Huh. My mother would have  been very hurt too. ”

“That was your mother’s choice.”

“Because I’m wrong.”

“Okay? Did you do something wrong? ”

“Huh. I was a bad Vicen.”

Vicen, who answered clearly, suddenly hurt her heart. Naturally, the family Viola wanted was not like that. She bit her lips slightly.

Viola approached Vicen.

“Turn your back and sit down.”

“Why? Are you going to stab me? ”

Vicen shook his head. It was clear.

“Isn’t this inside the Winter Castle? Won’t I get in trouble if I stab you?”

“So you won’t stab me.”

In that sense, Viola said the same as in the original.

“Someday my brother will kneel under my feet.”

“Really?”

“There will come a day when you crawl on the floor, open your stomach, and wag your tail. Like a dog.”

Vicen’s eyes began to spin.

Viola wanted to cry, because he was a lively brother.

“But I hate this shabby brother.”

“Why?”

“It’s not fun to trample a shabby brother.”

Vicen laughed as if it was fun.

“That’s it. Hi-Hi.”

Then he turned his back.

“Do I turn back like this?”

“Huh.”

Viola took out an ointment from her bag.

‘Ugh. No matter how crazy the fantasy world is, it’s too much. ‘

Could something like this be called a general discipline? If Vicen had been an allergic reaction to the Aisilra tree, would Isabella have used a different whip?

Hi!

Vicen’s ears moved, just like a rabbit. He seemed to be wondering what Viola was taking out.

Vicen asked in a clear voice.

“Are you taking out the knife?”

“No.”

“Then? Poison?”

“No.”

“Then?”

Vicen became more vivid.

“Do you have hydrochloric acid?”

Huwoo.

What the hell would come out if someone opened his head?

“Shut up.”

“Huh.”

‘Oh, though. This is really too much.”

No matter how much he was murdered, he was only a child in his head. An eight years old child.

‘It’s so small.’

For the 21 years old Arin, he was really small. And that was really bad. How could a mother do this to his son? How could adults be like this? The back of the child, who was punished frequently, was not an eight year old child’s back.

She carefully applied medicine on the back of a child who had never applied medicine.

“Damn, it stings!”

She was so embarrassed.

“Don’t be rude.”

“What kind of poison was this? Feel it for the first time.”

“It’s not poison, it’s ointment.”

Vicen did not understand Viola’s words for a while. He hadn’t remembered that the ‘ointment’ was a medicine to treat him because he had never applied ointment. No one had ever applied it, and Viola felt a little more heartache.

‘Ointment… You seem to think it’s a special poison made very specially.”

It was frustrating and absurd, but her heart ached.

“I told you. I don’t want to bring my shabby brother to his knees.”

“So?”

“Don’t get sick, I hope you get well soon.”

“Why?”

Viola eagerly spat out words she hadn’t even thought of.

“It will taste like death.”

Then, Vicen tilted his head.

“Hmm. It’s strange.”

For a moment, Viola was startled. She was scared that her acting was too awkward, but it didn’t seem like that. Vicen poked his breast with his fingers, just where his heart was.

“But Viola.”

“What?”

“I am sore here. I feel weird.”

“Don’t get sick, I hope you get well soon.”

When she heard this, she felt really strange. She wasn’t in a bad mood, but for some reason it felt like she was going to cry. It was the first time in her life that she felt it.

“Why am I laughing but crying?”

He put on a serious expression.

“Did you poison me?”

“…”

“When did you put it?”

“…”

“You are good at it.”

“…”

“But why are your eyes red? Did you eat poison too?”

Viola was not a psychopathic killer like the real Viola in the novel. She has dreamed of a family more than anyone else, and she was someone she wanted to be someone’s warm family. When she saw the scars on the eight-year-old’s back, she too, her eyes reddened a little. Outwardly, she said:

“If I was going to poison you, I wouldn’t have poisoned you like this.”

“But. That’s right Hi-Hi.”

“And I was almost disappointed.”

“Why, why?”

“Prince Bellato showed tears.”

“Do I cry when I am sad?”

Viola knew everything. She was the reason Vicen cried, because his mother’s pain hurt more than his. And Viola decided to tweak the original from now on, because of Duchess Isabella’s bizarre discipline that Vicen becomes a twisted murderer.

“If Duchess Isabella hadn’t hit you, you wouldn’t be sad.”

“But I did something wrong.”

Viola chuckled.

“Brother. Shall I tell you why you are really sad?”

“Is there any other reason I’m really sad?”

Tthere was. The reason why the young Vicen at this point didn’t know well… No. Although she knew it, she had a reason for subconsciously rejecting the young Vicen.

“You were physically persecuted within the Winter Castle. The absolute rule has been broken.”

“But she is my mother.”

“That it is not the reason. You should know that too.”

After a very long time, Vicen would kill Duchess Isabella himself.

⌠“Why did you do that to me? Now I have to kill mother for breaking the law.”⌡

Vicen said he did not want to kill Duchess Isabella. Because he loved his mother, however, because of the rules and laws that entangled the duchy, the distant future Vicen killed Duchess Isabella with his own hands.

The day she was killed by Vicen, the Duchess replied with a smile.

⌠“You have to kill and eat your mother to become a true monarch.”⌡

Duchess Isabella dreamed that she would one day die at the hands of her son in the hope that her son will grow up stronger. Only if he could kill her, he could have a stronger heart. That was the direction of discipline for Duchess Isabella.

⌠“You grew up well, my dear. Mom is happy”⌡

The Duchess died laughing with joy. And after that incident, Vicen was reborn as a true murderer.

Recalling that contents, Viola shuddered.

‘Ah. If you think about it again, it’s a novel without a sane person.’

“If time passes like this, you will have to kill your mother who hurt you so much with her own hands. It’s the law of Winter Castle.”

Some time has passed. Finally, Vicen turned around and met eyes with Viola.

“Viola. But there is…”

From Vicen’s mouth, words that Viola didn’t expect came out.

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