Tundra slightly bowed his head towards the 3rd prince. The 3rd prince carried out his full-fledged mission and spent most of his time outside the winter castle. It was difficult to see him within the duchy.
‘I feel an ominous aura.’
It didn’t seem like he went there with good motives. It was like a hyena hunting its prey.
Bubbly.
The distance between the two grew closer.
“Ah, are you Viola’s toy? No, a pet dog?”
“…”
“Don’t dogs usually bow deeply when they see their owners?”
Tundra was not pushed by the momentum of the third prince, Kundo. His eyes were different from those in front of Viola.
“My master is Princess Viola.”
Tundra, taking a minimal example, raised his head and looked at the 3rd prince. It was known that he had already surpassed that of a regular imperial knight.
“So you won’t bow down to me?”
He burst out laughing
“Both the owner and the dog, they’re funny guys.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Do I have a duty to report it to you?”
“No, but it was unexpected. Isn’t this the first time Confucius has visited this place? Besides, it smells a lot of blood.”
“So?”
“I know that it is not polite for nobles to meet people with the smell of blood on them. Am I wrong?”
A thick smell of blood emanated from Kundo’s body. He didn’t know, but it seemed like he returned after killing many people or monsters. Looking closely, there was red blood on the end of the sleeve.
Kundo laughed lightly and said.
“Don’t presumptuously intervene, pet dog.”
“…”
“Know the subject.”
“Where do you talk about human courtesy when it comes to dogs?”
Kundo lightly touched Tundra’s shoulder. It was like shaking off dust.
“A dog just wags its tail and barks when it sees its owner.”
Power entered Tundra’s eyes. But here he couldn’t make a fuss.
‘The master is across the room.’
He couldn’t get mad at the master’s presence. Because hounds bite prey only when commanded.
“Hey. Tundra.”
“Yes, 3rd prince.”
Kundo smirked.
“Bark.”
Tundra silently stared at Kundo. He wasn’t particularly angry. Tundra’s dream was to be a companion dog, and it wasn’t uncomfortable being called a dog.
“Do it, doggy.”
Tundra didn’t say anything and that offended Kundo. Even the fact that the eyes were alive was annoying.
“Woof woof. Try barking.”
“I will say it again. You are the 3rd Prince of Bellato, but you are not my master.”
“That’s right. Well learned. That’s a good attitude.”
Kundo smirked once again.
Wow! Spit in Tundra’s face.
Tundra did not avoid its sting. He just stood there like a wooden stone.
“Aiko, sorry. I coughed without realizing it. Now, wipe it with this.”
Kundo held out his handkerchief. It was a handkerchief stained with bluish poison. But then Viola’s door was opened.
“You do that, Brother.”
Iron-Blooded Princess Viola opened the door herself and came out.
* * *
Viola, who was about to take a break in her room, was startled. It was the voice of 3rd Prince Kundo. It was as if he was arguing loudly, as if he wanted her to hear it.
‘Something it’s happening.’
3rd prince Kundo. She remembered the various settings of Kundo. He was nineteen years old, a candidate for the successor who had a great inferiority complex to first Princess, and he was learning swordsmanship similar to Tundra. In terms of the setting in the novel, he was a swordsman who mainly learned the ‘Bellato swordsmanship’ style. As befits Bellato’s descendant, he also possessed such a strong power that his peers couldn’t find an opponent. He also was described as shady and dangerous.
‘Anything more…’
He had an almost hated contempt for the white Bellato. It was because he firmly believed that Bellato’s strength came only through mighty force.
Kundo turned his head to look at Viola.
“Are you going to do that? Are you giving orders?”
“It’s not an order, it’s a request.”
“Request?”
At her polite words, Kundo’s eyes drew a half moon. He seemed to like Viola’s answer.
“Yes.”
“Shall you be a little more polite, please?
What would he like her to do?”
“It would be nice if the butler and the ladies-in-waiting would stop embarrassing themselves and go to my room carefully.”
In an instant, Kundo’s body trembled.
“Well, the butler isn’t here.”
Kundo turned his neck. It turned 180 degrees abnormally and he looked behind him.
At the end of the hallway a maid was standing.
“The maid is over there. If you’re ashamed to see the lady-in-waiting.”
She grinned.
“I just need to get rid of her handmaid. right? Then no one will see me.”
Energy radiated from Kundo’s body.
* * *
Viola’s gaze reached Tundra. Saliva was dripping down Tundra’s cheeks. The moment she saw it, Viola almost lost her temper.
‘Like this dog…’
It’s Kang Joon’s face. He spit in that face… The third prince was garbage.
“Come on.”
Viola beckoned to Tundra. He, with all its senses directed at Viola, rushed to Viola.
Viola met eyes with Tundra. Then Tundra flinched. The fact that he was beaten, that he was insulted… That kind of thing didn’t matter anymore.
‘Ah…’
He was just making eye contact with her and it was good. If he had a tail, it seemed that it would wag gently.
‘These are the master’s pupils.’
Inside the light purple eyes, Tundra’s own face was reflected.
Meanwhile, Viola felt dizzy.
‘I’m dizzy.’
In the meantime, Kundo strode toward the maid. The maid seemed very frightened of him. Her legs trembled and cold sweat ran down her feet.
“Ahhh… please, save…!”
Unbeknownst to her, a groan leaked out. Her hair turned white. White breath escaped from Viola’s mouth.
“Something like garbage with an inferiority complex.”
Kundo’s body trembled and he looked back. Viola’s eyes were stained red.
‘Yes, this is it.’
That was it. That was what Kundo had hoped for from Viola. In the meantime, the maid ran away, but he didn’t care. He wanted to see this. Not the white Bellato but the appearance of a true black Bellato.
‘Beautiful.’
Was that life? A very special star that was only recorded in history books. Was she a human born with flesh?
Kundo turned around. He looked towards Viola.
Viola’s body had disappeared. Kundo hurriedly swung his sword.
“Eek, that’s fast.”
Viola’s dagger met Kundo’s greatsword. At that moment Viola’s body moved like a glide.
Kundo read that movement.
‘It’s elegant.’
It was elegant and fast.
‘Didn’t they say she was ten years old?’
She was ten years old, but the movement was quick.
‘Even our great Medea sister wouldn’t have been like this at the age of 10.’
At that time, Kundo took a step back and swung his sword wide.
“Bellato’s first swordsmanship style. Five Stars.”
She thought that gray energy was leaking from Kundo’s greatsword, but soon the sword of the pentagram was created and then disappeared. Viola’s body was thrown out.
Viola made three laps in the air and landed in place. Blood flowed from Viola’s mouth.
“At the age of 10, a child who has not learned Bellato’s swordsmanship has achieved this much. Hehehe. Oh. I defended. You did the attack, and you got hurt because of the anti-elasticity. Do you know? Didn’t you use violence on purpose?”
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter as there are no witnesses.”
There was a great physical impact and the shock brought Viola back to her senses.
‘Can’t the real Viola come out?’
As expected, the purebloods of Bellato were monsters. Ten-year-old Viola could not beat the nineteen-year-old 3rd prince. Even when he was deliberately saying what he was going to use in the fight. It seemed he had enough time to teach her swordsmanship while moving his body. Anyway, Kundo seemed to be in a better mood.
“I prepared a gift to commemorate the meeting with my sister.”
He opened the black space and he took out something.
Drip.
Blood dripped from it. It was a cat that was bleeding profusely and was barely breathing.
Kundo poked the cat indiscriminately! And threw it. The cat touched Viola’s paw and wriggled in pain. He looked up at Viola with a pitiful gaze, barely breathing. Viola was heartbroken in her heart.
‘It’s too late for treatment.’
She raised the dagger in his hand.
‘…Rest in peace.’
In her 3rd year living there she was able to do this without difficulty.
The cat, who was having a hard time even breathing, was sent to a place where it no longer hurts.
She moved her gaze to Tundra whose chest was rising and falling. He seemed to be controlling his anger with heavy breathing.
“Tundra. Are you okay?”
There was one way to stabilize Tundra.
“Wait.”
Tundra was like a puppy. Like a puppy waiting for its prey, Tundra’s body stiffened.
‘Shit.’
He couldn’t do anything even though he was by her side. He was so upset that he felt like crying.
Viola knew Tundra’s heart, but she didn’t express it. Viola opened her mouth.
“It’s really unfortunate. Brother.”
“I know. Why did the youngest of the outstanding talents choose the white Bellato? In fact, was that Bellato a coward?”
Viola shook her head.
“It’s not that kind of pity.”
Viola wiped the blood from her mouth and walked away slowly. Then she stood right in front of him and whispered softly.
“I feel sorry for our first meeting.”
At the same time, someone appeared from the far end. It was blowing like a storm.
“Your way of greeting is very wrong.”
Viola grinned.
“Isn’t it, brother?”
She didn’t survive 3 years doing nothing. Now the situation was reversed.
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