I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

3 years ago the Duke had said this.

‘If she does not achieve satisfactory results by the age of ten, we will no longer discuss her qualifications as a successor.’

3 years later Viola said.

“You must have given orders to disqualify or expel me as successor if I don’t achieve proper results by the age of 10, right?”

“You are right.”

“Then now, three years have passed. What do you think of that order?”

“Isn’t it proven that you are alive?”

Heron Bellato was consistent in the attitude that this conversation was very annoying.

“I told my father then. I said I would protect Maple Village, which is a granary, from wild boars.”

“You did a great job on that promise.”

“The method was very unusual, but why didn’t Dad ask anything?”

Heron had chased away a herd of wild boars in a way very different from that of Bellato. More precisely, he chose symbiosis. The wild boar herd became rampant because there was nothing to eat in the hills. That was the part Viola touched.

“I created a hybrid between a red-lipped earthworm and a toothed mole in a special environment, and the hybrid made the soil fertile in the mountains.”

It was not publicly announced, but it was a fact that Heron Bellato knew all about.

“As the earth became more fertile, the wild boars’ food became more abundant, and they no longer had to come down to the house.”

Even then, many people were concerned. As the number of wild boars increases, won’t they eventually invade the village again? Occasionally, a boar transformed into a monster appeared, and the anxiety reached its peak.

“Since then, the snow leopard, a mid-predator of the Kant Mountains, has moved its habitat and the ecosystem has been balanced.”

“Do you want me to praise your achievements?”

“No.”

Viola squatted down. A full-blown corresponding flower was seen. At first glance, the flower, which looked similar to the rose of Sharon, was covering the garden in a mysterious color halfway between pink and purple. Bees were flying hard between the yellow stamens. Petals and green stems swaying in the wind were like calm waves.

‘It’s pretty.’

It was very different when she saw it only through the description in the novel and when she saw it in person. The depiction in the novel did not properly show the real landscape. The wind blew Viola’s hair along with it.

And Heron Bellatu stared blankly at Viola. It was like a landscape in a frame with a peaceful picture. 

Viola, who was looking at the flower field with warm eyes, very different from usual, said.

“Actually, what I did is great. Some scholars are turning their eyes on and searching for the origin of the ‘toothed earthworm’. I heard It was a coincidence, but anyway, it marked a milestone for me in biosynthetic magical engineering.”

Heron frowned.

“The introduction is long.”

“But why didn’t my father reveal it to the whole world?”

“I think it was an opportunity to publicize your achievements as Bellato.”

Viola was able to read Heron’s mind.

Viola was the child who will become ‘Black Bellatu’. Bellato was largely divided into two factions. The black Bellatu in charge of the force. The white Bellatu in charge of resourcefulness. What Viola had achieved three years ago was closer to white Bellato than black Bellato. She created a chimera using life magic technology and restored the natural ecosystem through it. Instead of annihilating the boar, they achieved harmony in a better way. However, Heron did not elaborate on the fact.

“Daddy wants me to be the black Bella Too, right?”

“Do you remember why I adopted you?”

“Yes. It’s because of my talent.”

Talent for killing. Because of that, he adopted Viola and made her Viola Bellato.

Viola laughed lightly.

“But Dad.”

Viola’s tone was always strange. She was polite and always called him father, but at one point she called him daddy. Heron wasn’t used to being called dad.

By the way, Viola’s tone was natural and she was not shy. N, on the contrary, the title “Dad” came to him favorably. It was an inherently different feeling from his other children.

“Dad recognized my talent.”

“I did.”

“But what if my talent as the white Bellato is superior to that talent?”

“Viola. Your talent as Bellato is comparable to that of Medea.”

Heron told everything honestly.

“When I brought you, you were a motivation for my own children. I hoped they to be stimulated by seeing you with outstanding talent.”

“I knew it, but it’s shocking to hear it myself.”

Actually, it wasn’t shocking since she knew from the beginning. Possessing a character was shocking, not being adopted by such a father.

“That’s why I want you to grow into a black Bellato.”

“Even though my talent as the white Bellatus is far superior?”

“From the first day of your adoption, you showed outstanding performance as the black Bellato.”

Meeting with Zenon and Vicen. From her relationship with Hickson and Tundra to her appearance at the welcome dinner.

“What if I want to go against my father’s will and set my course with the white Bellato?”

White Bellato was in charge of Bellato’s resourcefulness. Internal circumstances along with resourcefulness. For example, it would oversee departments related to money. If the black Bellato takes care of all the external affairs, the white Bellato takes care of the internal affairs. At first glance, both seem important, but in reality they were not.

“It’s hard to say that the white Bellatu is an enemy. Are you familiar with it?”

Bellato was an iron-blooded Duke, a family whose strength was more important than resourcefulness. It was no exaggeration to say that there were very few cases of volunteering to become a white Bellato. When they were pushed back in the race for successor or when their own strength was judged to be insufficient. At that time, they accepted the position of the white Bellato. Although they had real power within the family, they were the unfortunate supporting characters who lived their entire lives under the ignorance and contempt of the black Bellato. Instead, they were supported with preferential treatment that was not preferential.

‘I can avoid the slaughter competition with my brothers.’

The black Bellato had to compete for the bloody successor between the brothers. The white Bellato didn’t need that kind of competition. It meant that even though he would be ignored by his brothers, he would not be killed by dogs.

“Better contempt than dog death!”

Viola continued.

“I think my sword has already proven enough of my talent and qualities as Bellato.”

Even Heron Bellato couldn’t deny it. Memories of the welcome dinner still lingered strongly in Heron’s mind.

“So I don’t think I’m running away from the succession race.”

It was the exact opposite of Viola in the original work. Viola in the original work clearly promised to grow as the black Bellato here.

“A good general can cut off several heads of enemy generals.”

“…”

“But a good soldier (the one who controls the military standard, manages the army, and plans the military plan) captures the king and the army.”

“…”

“If my hands and feet can kill a hundred, my head and mouth can kill ten thousand.”

The course was completely different. However, the conclusion was the same.

⌠“My father is a 1,000-person-killed duke, so I should be a 1,000-person-killed princess.”⌡

“My father is a 1,000-person-killed duke, so I should be a 1,000-person-killed princess.”

* * *

Heron returned to his study and thought for a long time. He could kill 10,000 people, but I would also save 10,000 people. Viola, who was talking to her, was holding a corresponding flower in one of her hands. It felt like a small treasure island floating alone in the midst of the rolling green waves.

‘White Bellato.’

In history, few people volunteered for a white Bellato as soon as they turned ten. One of them was Hera, and the other was Viola. Hera expected it, but even Viola didn’t know how to do it.

Heron summoned Zenon.

“Zenon 3 years ago. Did Viola know that she took 200 million dollars?”

“Yes, of course. A detailed report has already been prepared. Would you like to see it?”

At that time, Heron deliberately refused to report and receive data. Since she was ten years old, she has been to make a proper evaluation. It also meant to look at the result without looking at the process.

“Bring it.”

Zenon posted the data as if he had prepared in advance. Heron, who had been watching and reading the data for a long time, let out a groan without even realizing it.

For the past 3 years; how Viola spent her 200 million dahlias and what happened as a result. All details about it were written.

Zenon chuckled.

“It’s not because she is the princess that I serve, it’s really amazing, isn’t it?”

“…Bring Viola.”

“All right.”

Zenon found Viola’s room and noticed that Viola’s hands were very dirty. He didn’t know what she did, but her hands were covered with dirt.

“Can I wipe it for you?”

“No, it’s okay.”

Viola headed for the Duke’s office, escorted by Zenon.

“Did father call for me?”

“Yes. The duke asked first.”

“Okay.”

What was to come had come. For the past three years, she decided to recount exactly what and how she did it. Then he would never be against her becoming the white Bellato. Because she brought all the justifications and practical benefits.

She arrived at the Duke’s office.

Zenon opened the door, and Viola walked slowly to the Duke’s desk. The Duke asked without even looking at Viola.

“Behind your back, what are you hiding?”

The duke felt slightly offended. That couldn’t be an assassination attempt, and even if it was an assassination attempt, hiding it openly like that would be a disqualification as a Bellato.

Viola hesitated for a moment. And Duke Heron’s eyes went wild.

“I asked what you are hiding.”

It seemed that all the air around him had turned into needles. Instead of air, it felt like needles pricking my skin.

“This one.”

She held out the crown she had hidden behind her back. It was a corolla made of wild flowers.

“I made it because my dad seems to like it.”

It was a gift of the kind that the Duke had never received in his life. He didn’t even know he would receive the gift for his adopted daughter.

“I think it will suit you well.”

The air around them has changed; the needle is gone.

“Did I make a mistake?”

The Duke just stared at Viola for a while.

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