I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

“Great. Can I drink all the strawberry milk instead?”

What would be the best way to do it? This act, which took her time to think, Medea interpreted differently.

“You have room.”

None of her siblings acted like Viola. Even the 2nd and 3rd princes, who openly showed hostility, had never drunk strawberry milk in such a calm manner. What’s more, she wanted to go to the gymnasium. Viola showed no sign of nervousness or fear.

“It is delicious. It was made by Zenon himself.”

“The butler?”

“Yes. He grinds the strawberries himself and freezes them to make this drink.”

Zenon chuckled.

“Ice.”

Zenon and Viola spoke simultaneously.

“Like a snowflake.”

“Like a snowflake.”

Zenon bowed his head.

“The Princess really likes strawberry milk. I did some practice.”

“My. Are you a master of the ice sword? Are you making strawberry milk with that ability?”

“I don’t know what to do when a 1-star knight says it’s a price, but… I am happy that my swordsmanship can be used in this direction.”

“Strawberry milk made by ultra-fine pulverization in the Rasbon Bing-gum style. Interesting. Can you treat me next time too?”

“Of course.”

Viola drank her strawberry milk as slowly as she could. Medea waited for Viola while drinking black tea in the same manner as her.

“Even that look is pretty.”

If her favorite male character was Heron, her favorite female character was Medea. Medea was always upright and brilliant, and she never yielded to any trials or threats. She was like a calm lake that always kept her peace. A huge lake that could flood and swallow everything at any time. Viola drank sparingly of her strawberry milk and compiled her information about Medea.

‘Medea was a person who loved her family more than anyone else. So she, Medea, wanted more power than anyone else.’

Medea was born with natural talent, but she was a hard-working genius who combined her desperate efforts.

‘I hope there will be no more injured or killed brothers under strong hegemony.’ she thought. ‘I have to be strong.’

She didn’t want to kill anyone. Ironically, that’s why she had to become the strongest. And at the end of the novel she was also an unlucky character who met her death by Viola.

[“Viola. You have grown tall.”

“Sister. I admired you and hated you at the same time.”]

Even at the end of the novel, Princess Medea was a huge wall that was difficult to overcome.

[“You were always brilliant and noble. I was a different person… I was the most disgusting but you loved even me, your unblooded sister… The thing is, you already knew, sister, that I was going to attack you.”

Viola’s eyes turned red. Red tears flowed from her red eyes.]

In the original work, it was Medea who opened Viola’s heart and gave her affection. To Viola, Medea was a person she loved and hated.

[“If I were you, I wouldn’t forgive myself. I wouldn’t have died in vain like this. You are the Bellato I admired the most and will continue to respect. But, why?”]

It just rained that day.

[“But why did you die so pointlessly?”

That day, Medea smiled and replied.

“Because you have grown enough. I’m already tired, so I want to rest in peace.”]

Viola brandished her weapon, a dagger. Medea’s body tilted.

[“I’m sorry for putting a heavy burden on you. Forgive your ugly sister.”]

Even as she fell, Medea held her center. She sat cross-legged. With her blood flowing through her eyes, she said.

[“Nevertheless, I loved you. my family. my little sister.”]

After saying that, Medea closed her eyes. Just as she was sitting cross-legged, Medea, who had been upright throughout her life, remained upright until the very end. She was the 1st princess and she didn’t want to hurt her. If so, there was a way.

* * *

In the gymnasium, Tundra was learning the sword.

“Oh, Medea. What are you doing here?”

“Mister. Long time no see.”

As Zenon explained everything, Hickson shook his head.

“No matter how genius Viola is, is it possible for you to test it?”

“There are just things I want to check.”

“What if I stop you?”

“Those who block Bellato’s will must be destroyed.”

“You? Me?”

“Is there anything I can’t do?”

Hickson opened his eyes.

“You’ve grown a lot, you used to be this small.”

It seemed like an impromptu situation. But what was feared did not happen.

“My uncle has grown very small. At that time, the uncle’s hands were very big.”

“I didn’t get smaller, you got bigger.”

Hickson sighed.

“Look at those menacing eyes in case someone isn’t Bellato. Are you going to eat me then?”

“If necessary.”

Hickson sighed again. It was unlikely that she would listen.

“There must still be a mediator, right?”

“I’ll be relieved if uncle takes care of it.”

“I don’t know if anyone cuts it while drying.”

“Who else could I be?”

“With high probability?”

Medea chuckled.

“You seem to care a lot about my sister.”

“Uh. She is my daughter in my heart.”

“Your daughter?”

“Did you not hear? That’s exactly what I told Heron.”

“I hear it for the first time now.”

Medea thought he was funny.

‘His face is bright. He seems like a completely different person than he used to be.’

At the time, Medea thought that in a few years, Hickson would be dead. She was saddened to think that her father, his friend, would have killed his broken friend Hickson. But now, six years have passed. Hickson, who has risen from the wounds of his past, had become a stronger person than before.

‘The cause is Viola.’

Her curiosity toward Viola grew even more.

“I heard she uses a weapon. What weapon does she use?”

“She is using a dagger.”

“You know that it is an inherently disadvantageous weapon, right?”

Medea drew her sword.

Seuleung—

A clear voice resounded throughout the gymnasium. She didn’t even get sunlight, but she flashed. The blade, which exudes blue spirits, looked like a luxury product created by a master with great care.

“In order to use a dagger, the top priority is to close the distance with the opponent.”

“I know.”

“Okay. I guess I said something too obvious.”

“Sister.”

“what?”

“Give me a handicap.”

If it had been another Bellato, she wouldn’t have said such a thing. However, her opponent was Medea, the first princess.

“What handicap?”

“Sister, don’t move from the spot. Then I can definitely win.”

“Okay?”

Medea grinned. She didn’t hate that figure who shamelessly asked for a handicap.

‘Because I just need to check my skills.’

So she said yes. Was it a coincidence that she hurt Kundo’s body? Or is it a skill? She decided to just check it out.

“I’ll go, sister.”

Viola started to walk.

“For him, footwork is more important than any swordsmanship. Least retort reads and listens to the timing faster than others… .”

Medea tilted her head for an instant. Viola strode toward her.

‘It’s not a step.’

She just walked

“If you come in like that, you’ll get cut.”

Medea swung her sword.

Huung—

Medea’s sword brushed through Viola’s hair. A few strands of her hair were cut off and she fluttered in the air. Viola did not lift an eye from her.

“Aren’t there any agitation at all?”

She was like that in Medea’s eyes. But the truth was different.

‘Wow, I’m afraid!’

Inside,she was scared to death. However, it was said that even a dog in Seodang would recite Poongwol in three years.

‘I’ve been doing this for three years. So I got used to it a lot.’

She practiced a lot against the blood-crazed murderer Vicen. Every day, she had to pass a test that was not Zenon’s test.

‘It’s something like this.’

Medea was a cautious character. Besides, she won’t be used to this kind of situation. Even so, Viola wouldn’t cut herself.

‘My sister never cuts her flesh and blood.’

So, Viola in the original story hated Medea. She wanted to kill her, but Medea always accepted it. And that made Viola angry in the original story. However, the Viola now was not the Viola in the original work.

‘I’m not angry.’

Why was Viola mad at her for not cutting her? It’s never something to be angry about. Rather, something to be thankful, very very thankful.

Medea said.

“If you approach blindly, you will be cut.”

Once again, her sword flew into a menacing blade. Viola did not dodge; she just walked. Minutely by a single hair of hers, she brushed Viola across her neck. There was a slight wound on her neck. She was dripping with blood.

‘Ugh, uhhh, it’s bitter!’

But the smoke was now vomited. She just walked away. Medea, a swordsmanship genius, was unfamiliar with this situation. This was the first time. Viola just walked over and hugged Medea tightly around her waist.

“I won.”

With a sound, the dagger Viola was holding fell to the ground. She saw Viola throw the dagger to the ground, and was speechless for a moment. She had never experienced a hug with any of her brothers. Not a hug to analyze your body type, but a real hug.

Something felt odd.

“Viola. You are so defenseless. If I had been your enemy, you would have died.”

“Then you can stab me.”

“…”

“But.”

Viola let go of Medea’s waist and took a step back.

“If that had been possible, there would be no way the 2nd or 3rd Prince would be alive to openly show their hostility towards sister.”

Viola smiled and continued her words.

“Sister. If it’s okay, can I bite the surroundings? There is something the two of us want to talk about.”

The 1st princess, her older sister. The successor was her! She had to be the next Duke.

‘For my comfortable and splendid old age!’

She decided to try drawing the sketch.

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