I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

“Did my mother give me an assignment?”

Uh… This… Progress was a bit different. That was supposed to be a few days later.

Viola was a little taken aback. The order of the episodes has been changed.

<My mother gave me an assignment.>

In the original work, Vicen and Viola go on a mission together. It was Viola’s first official mission.

In the original story, Vicen says:

⌠“It would be fun if you and I competed, wouldn’t it?”⌡

However, Vicen today was a little different.

“Do you want to play with me?”

Subtly different from the original since he said let’s play, not compete.

“You want to play?”

“It will be fun.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s really fun. It’s a lot of fun.”

“With who?”

“Vicen!”

Viola’s legs gave out and she almost fell. He was smiling brightly as he called her name with his own mouth. How could he be so cute?

‘Damn it.’

She shouldn’t find cuteness in Vicen.

‘She’s been trained to kill since she was born.’

He was a guy who could even slit the throats of many adults if he put his mind to it. A very, very dangerous biological weapon.

Viola calmed her heart to not be fooled by his looks. It was one thing to feel sorry for the abused Vicen and another thing was her own safety.

“Well, that must be fun.”

The order of the episodes had changed. But Viola thought it was good since that episode was a very, very important point for Viola.

‘All of a sudden, I came across a way to kidnap the male lead.”

She felt like she would meet Tundra, the male leaf of the novel, in the southern province.

* * *

Zenon gave some explanations.

“Is this your first time playing? Most bandits use weak poisoned bows and melee weapons. In close combat, they sometimes wield an axe, but they tend to get tired quickly because they wield it with their full strength without proper technique. And this is a dagger that has been poisoned, so please be careful when using it. If you get stabbed by mistake, the princess…”

He pointed to the sky with her finger and then smiled. It seemed that he was talking about going to heaven.

‘Please don’t say things like that with such a warm smile.’

Viola swallowed the words and said.

“I don’t need something so extreme.”

“Would it be useful?”

“For something like play, I don’t want to use poison.”

In fact, she refused because she was afraid that the deadly poison would be poisoned even by mistake, but Zenon was easily convinced.

“Hmm. It is like that too.”

After wiping off the poison with a handkerchief, Zenon gave Viola a dagger and smiled.

“I wish you success in your mission.”

“And you?”

“Of course I’ll accompany you, but I can’t help you directly. This is a mission given to the Fifth Prince.”

Yes, the mission Vicen said. Because the ‘game’ was a mission to subdue the bandits rampant in the Beto Mountains. It was not a large-scale bandit since Eight-year-olds couldn’t subdue a famous and gigantic gang of bandits alone. In the first place, this was more like Vicen’s actual combat training than a mission.

Zenon asked.

“Would you like to get into the carriage? Or should I prepare the horse?”

Viola did not know how to ride a horse. So she looked up at Zenon.

“I want you to serve me more gracefully.”

“I will prepare the wagon.

Zenon prepared a carriage. It was a carriage pulled by a pair of dark horses. Thanks to the magic, the inside of the wagon was unexpectedly comfortable and warm. However, Vicen seemed a little dissatisfied.

“I find it fun to ride horses.”

“Then you can ride.”

“Why do you call me ‘you’?”

Vicen raised his chin in front of Viola and pointed his finger at her.

“Viola is seven years old.”

Then he pointed to himself.

“Vicen is eight years old.”

His expression was full of arrogance. The victor’s margin overflowed.

“You should call me big brother.”

“Why?”

“I am eight years old and you are seven?”

As innocent as he was, Viola almost laughed without realizing it. She desperately held back her smile.

“Still, I would have killed ten more people than you. lol.”

The smile was suppressed by itself.

“If you hate carriages so much, my brother should ride a horse.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Riding a horse consumes your stamina.”

“So?”

“Then I won’t be able to show off your cool side.”

It was this 8-year-old’s profound resolve to conserve even a single drop of stamina. Viola and the others headed to the foot of the Mountains located south of Winter Castle. Those Mountains were a small mountain range that branched off from the Great Mountains of the North, a huge mountain range.

Viola made up her mind inwardly.

‘Practical training against bandits, but a very dangerous situation for me.’ Perhaps if she were the real Viola, but the current Viola was Arin. So Viola put on her hair.

“Brother.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll give you a chance first.”

“Really?”

“It was originally a game given to my older brother, right?”

“That’s right.”

Vicen nodded his head. He asked to play along, but he had no intention of losing to his sister. If possible, there was also a desire to show a cool image in front of his younger sister as big brother.

“Your big brother will take care of it.”

“Okay, I get it. Just do what you can. Don’t overdo it.”

“Huh?”

“If you’re having a hard time, I’ll help you then.”

She deliberately put on a mocking look that touched Vicen’s pride.

“Heng! Wouldn’t that happen?”

Vicen promised to show a very strong figure as her brother,

“You stay still. I will do everything for you!”

* * *

Tundras was a twelve year old boy. To him, his father and older sister were treasures.

His father was always kind.

‘Stand your back more, look straight ahead, that’s right! You’re going 100! My son, he will make a great hunter!’

Since his childhood, his older sister, who had a weak body, always supported Tundra.

‘Sister. I will definitely become a great hunter, heal my sister’s body, and make my family live happily forever. It’s okay not to be shy. I just want Dad and you to be happy.’

During his childhood Tundra’s mother couldn’t overcome their poverty and ran away. The family of three survived poverty by relying on each other.

Tundra, who started hunting at the age of six, gradually improved his skills, so they were no longer as hungry as before.

‘You catch better than me now? My son, that’s amazing.’

Tundra smiled brightly.

‘Dad hunts, I hunt too, and the prey is doubled.’

So good.

‘I won’t have to worry about my sister’s medicine anymore.’

Time passes like this. If he just became a better hunter, her sister…

‘You might be able to get healed at the temple.’

Tundra has been dreaming like that. He firmly believed that his dream would one day become a reality.

* * *

7 days ago.

Tundra’s dream collapsed as if it had never existed.

“I caught a deer! He’s such a big guy!”

But there was no one at home and something was strange and ominous.

“Dad…!”

His dad died miserably. He was so badly damaged that Tundra couldn’t even open my eyes to see it. Meanwhile, he did not let go of his hatchet in his right hand. He seemed to be fighting something fiercely.

“Sister!!”

His dad was dead. He didn’t even see his sister anywhere.

Tears streamed down from his eyes. It felt like the world had collapsed. His sister seemed to have been kidnapped. Ax marks were visible everywhere. Footprints were also visible. The number wasn’t just one or two; there seemed to be at least four or five.

He bit his lips.

‘Dad. Sorry. I’m really sorry. I’ll be right back.’

He had to bury his father, but he couldn’t do that now.

‘I’ll find her first.’

He frantically searched for traces. He followed the trail for three days with almost nothing to eat and entered the foot of the Mountains. Eventually, he found a trace. He saw a clumsy wooden fence and a small watchtower.

A mound of dirt was visible. There was blood all around.

‘No.’

It was ominous. It won’t be.

Tundra dug up the mound of dirt with trembling hands. After digging a bit, he saw a pale hand. It was a human hand. It was like a girl’s hand.

“It can’t be.”

He dug up the dirt like crazy. His fingernails peeled off and his blood gushed out. There was a body of a young girl. Even after seeing this horrific sight, Tundra was relieved.

‘I’m not my older sister.’

His heart was in a hurry. He sneaked into the forest to save his sister.

* * *

Zenon’s voice came from outside the carriage.

“Im here. In front of you, you can see living over there.”

Vicen opened the carriage door wide, knowing what was so urgent. Viola ruled her heart.

Now a terrible murder was about to happen.

‘They were bastards, even if he killed them.’

She had already seen it all through the novel. Those guys had already killed people several times. Among them were Tundra’s father and his older sister’s corpses.

The carriage stopped.

It was a narrow road that was difficult to get into by carriage. Vicen raised the poisoned dagger.

“What’s wrong over there?”

“It looks like something happened in a while.”

Wild vegetables were packed in a place where the wagon could approach so closely. It was said that they were not high-level bandits. 

Vicen trudged along.

“Is there anyone in the watchtower?”

No matter how poor a mountain was, there would always be people watching on the watchtower. However, Vicen grinned.

“Doesn’t it smell like blood?”

As she was walking, she found something.

“It is a corpse.”

Vicen looked down at the corpse with a bored expression. He read the situation as soon as he saw it.

“There was a body buried here, and someone dug out the ground.”

“It seems so.”

Viola almost vomited. The body lay in front of her eyes was a little girl. She was very small. She didn’t look like he was ten years old.

Viola bit her lip.

‘Why…’

She didn’t know why that little kid had to die like that. Even if it’s a fantasy world, that was too much.

‘Why…!’

She knew it in her head. She knew, but she felt like she was going to cry. Seeing through a novel and seeing through the eyes were very different.

She arrived in front of the living.

Vicen knocked confidently. He was smart and after he knocked, he confidently.

“Come here!”

However, there would be no one there. Viola knew that.

Viola pushed the wooden door with her hand.

Kiik—

The door opened with a sound and Vicen opened her eyes wide.

“Is the door open?”

Viola pointed her finger under the ground.

“There are signs that it was just opened. Look inside.”

“Huh?”

“The door of Sanchae is usually pulled from the outside. More uncomfortable than pushing.”

“Why?”

“That way, they can buy a little bit of time when we run away.”

However, there were traces of pushing it open. Originally, there should have been traces in the opposite direction.

“A moment ago. Did you see the grave dug up?”

“Huh.”

“Someone broke in before us.”

“Okay?”

“Does it make sense that there are no people in the watchtower, no matter how crappy the bandits are?”

“Hmm. It makes no sense!”

It was nonsense. A man was essential in the watchtower.

“The story is established that someone who knew how to handle a bow shot and killed the man in the watchtower and sneaked in through the door. That’s why, brother, it can be explained that you smelled blood, since the battle has already taken place.”

Vicen’s eyes narrowed.

“I can’t. I will lose the play.”

Vicen started running.

“A guy faster than me, that’s quite fun!”

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