I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

A few minutes ago Heron thought as he moved his steps.

‘Why am I going to Viola’s room?’

He was looking at the garland that he had preserved with super-rapid freezing magic. Then he suddenly remembered Viola and came here. He had no particular reason. When he arrived at Viola’s door, he heard her voice.

“Please be my older sister.”

Feeling the presence inside her room, he saw Viola and Medea hugging each other. He had extreme control over his mana, deleting all of his looks and sounds. He opened the door without making any noise.

And just as expected, Viola and Medea were hugging.

“What are you doing? I guess I need some explanation.”

Heron thought reasonably that it was a not-so-beautiful sight. Why were Bellato’s siblings showing such a soft appearance? 

Medea took a step away from Viola. Then she bent her back lightly and placed her right hand on her left breast.

“Greetings father.”

She was polite towards Heron, her father and lord of the Winter Castle. She agonized over whether Viola would copy her or not. Actually, her father didn’t like that kind of polite manners. Everyone paid respect to the Winter Lord, but Heron didn’t really like that respect and courtesy.

‘Should I still do it?’ Because there was such a thing as etiquette in this world. But she thought she missed the timing to be polite, she should have done it a long time ago. She thought it would be more awkward to salute now by putting her hand on her chest.

‘Ah, I don’t know.’

So Viola decided to just relax. She slightly lifted the skirts on either side of her and bent her waist.

“Welcome.”

Medea’s body flinched as she saluted.

‘Welcome’. It was such an ordinary greeting. It was so ordinary that it became a problem. This wasn’t an ordinary family, wasn’t it the Bellato family?

Medea worried inwardly.

‘Viola. Don’t relax.’

The opponent was the thousand-killer-people Duke, Heron, before he was their father. It was like that for Medea. Heron, the Winter Lord, was closer than her father, Heron.

“By the way, what explanation are you asking for?”

“Didn’t you apply for the White Bellato?”

The White Bellato must be smart. The White Bellato were those who could see through and read the other person’s inner thoughts and come up with a strategy. So now Heron’s words.

‘If you are a white Bellatu, interpret the situation on your own.’ that’s what they meant.

“I hugged Viola.”

“I hugged big sister Medea.”

Heron’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

“I’m sure you both know that I’m not asking about the situation.”

Medea pondered for a moment. The conversation earlier was not a conversation suitable for Bellato. Especially what Viola said to her.

‘War between flesh and blood. I hate all sorts of schemes and secret struggles to become the successor. I’ve always longed for a family.

‘The family I dreamed of and longed for is not like this.’

Whether her father heard that or not, Medea could not tell.

‘I have to protect Viola.’

Medea answered with very common sense.

“Isn’t that a basic virtue for Bellato? Hugging the opponent, analyzing the body shape, and feeling the level and flow of the opponent’s mana.”

“Is Viola your opponent?”

Heron was well aware of Medea’s skills. She was a person who was listed as a 1-star knight in her early 20s. A swordsman who achieved growth comparable to Heron’s youth. There was no way that Medea would hug Viola. There was no need for body type analysis in the first place.

Viola said.

“I told her to hug me.”

“Why?”

Medea burned her insides. Medea judged that Heron was not in a good mood right now. Because Bellatos behaved unbecomingly. But she couldn’t openly defend Viola. Because that was even less Bellatos.

‘What the hell are you trying to say?’

‘Please be my older sister.’

Viola said so. Then, Medea made up her mind. She decided to be this child’s older sister. Instead of sister Medea ‘Bellato’, she decided to become ‘sister Medea Bellato’. She had to protect this child from her disappointed father.

‘I don’t know.’

But she didn’t know how to protect her. If she fighted with sword against sword, she could fight somehow, but this case was different. 

Viola walked towards Heron.

“Can you hug me too?”

Viola took her steps without waiting for Heron’s answer. The movement of Viola was caught in Heron’s eyes. Suddenly, the image of Viola came to mind. 

Viola stood in front of the Heron. Viola was still smaller than ten-year-olds her age.

“The reason is?”

“Please hug me.”

Medea bit her lip hard. She looked so dangerous. She asked him to hug her blindly. Wasn’t that kind of irrationality what her father detested?

‘The reason is?’ I one was asked, one should explain why.

‘The reason is?’ She was asked and the answer was so outlandish.

Perhaps their father was very displeased. That child was ten years old now, and would be eliminated if it’s not Bellatos. But something amazing happened. Heron thrusted his arm into Viola’s armpit.

Viola felt her body float.

‘Oh, me?’

It felt like flying in the sky for a moment. Her body was soaring! 

“You are like a feather.”

Viola was hugged by Heron. And she put her ear against his chest.

Thud! Thud!

His heart was beating. He was known to have colder blood than anyone else, but the heart of the Heron was the same as the others. He ran normally and had a normally warm body temperature.

“I wanted to find out what the bodies of the Winter Lord and White princess have in common. Older sister, Medea, has directly inherited my father’s blood.” said Viola, burying her face in the Heron’s chest.

“What do we have in common?”

“I don’t know.”

“You do not know?”

Heron’s eyes narrowed. If you don’t find out anything, all these actions become meaningless actions. It meant that it was a waste of time.

“I would only be able to grasp and touch something if my hands were in contact with each other.”

She stretched out his arms, but Heron’s chest was too wide.

“Father’s arms are too wide.”

“That means you haven’t figured anything out after all.”

“I realized that my father’s arms are very broad and warmer than I thought.”

“What does that mean?”

“Does it have to be meaningful?”

Heron lowered Viola to the ground. Viola’s feet touched the ground.

“All time is valuable when it has meaning. Bellato should make every moment worthwhile.”

“Just.”

Viola caught her breath for a moment with the heart of a reader who admired the world in the novel she built her answer.

“I wanted to hug you.”

“Why?”

Medea was confused. She didn’t know what Viola was talking about, and it was strange that her father was more moderate than she thought.

‘My father is different than usual.’

What if she did the same? He must have been very disappointed. But she couldn’t find any sign of disappointment in Heron. Something was wrong with him.

“I think it would be meaningful to find out why.”

“You mean you don’t know now?”

“Yes.”

Viola was confident.

“I think what the White Bellato needs most is insight and insight into the essence of the world. It will soon lead to intuition. I wanted to figure out the essence of this mind whose cause is unknown. If my father hugged me, I wondered if he would be able to figure out the true nature of that heart.”

Viola frowned slightly. It was like a child in anguish of its own.

“But I still don’t know. There is no rational reason.”

In fact, this question was thrown in the mind of Heron Bellato. Heron Bellato must be feeling the same now.

“Why did I want to be hugged by my father? And why did my father hug me?”

There was no rational reason. Why did he hug this child and not question her? This question made waves in the mind of Heron Bellato. And Viola blew a bigger wind on that big wave.

“Just. Can’t you hug me a lot? I will find out the rational reason and essence.”

Viola stretched out her arm. In the end, Heron hugged Viola again as if possessed by something.

Viola whispered.

“Thank you. For the hug.”

* * *

Heron returned to the room. It’s all irrational these days.

‘Why did I go to Viola’s room and pick up Viola again without saying anything?’

Viola’s words pierced Heron’s chest.

‘But I still don’t know. There’s no rational reason. Just. Can’t you hug me a lot? I will find out the rational reason and essence.’

Knock.

A knock was heard. It was Medea.

“What is going on?”

“Will the father punish the child?”

“You mean Viola?”

“Yes.”

Medea bit her lip lightly. This behavior was not Bellatous. Because it’s not right for Bellato to cover other Bellatus. But today, she wanted to do as her heart moved. Viola took off her mask and came closer to herself. She first approached her honestly and held out her hand. The young child gave up the courage first.

‘This time, it’s my turn to be brave.’

‘It’s okay if I misunderstood my sister, I got her wrong, and I’m making a mistake now.’

‘It’s okay if I’m making a mistake.’

She has lived a life of acting to perfection. But she knew she’s not perfect. However, an unexpected answer came.

“Well. If I had to punish her, I would have gotten off the spot. Why did you think I would punish Viola?”

“… I thought my father was different than usual.”

Different from usual. He treated her more kindly than usual. It meant that he had abandoned both his interest in Viola and his expectations. Medea Bellato interpreted it that way.

Heron thought for a moment.

‘It’s different than usual.’

He also clearly recognized it. It was very different from usual. When he sees Viola, she comes out with a very different side than usual.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to do this mission with Viola.”

“Your mission is to kill the Jackal, the leader of Storm Fortress.”

“I know. I also know that it is an overly dangerous mission at the level of that child now.”

Medea thought.

‘If this mission is successful, Viola will be able to prove her abilities once again.’

The ones she showed so far weren’t bad, but killing the head of the storm fortress was a completely different matter for her. If the images she had shown so far have been great for her age, this mission was a great mission regardless of her age. If she could do it, the position and status of Viola would skyrocket.

‘With my help, Viola will be able to prove her strength as Bellato once again.’

Medea sincerely promised to help Viola.

‘I wish you were my sister.’

She agreed to be her sister.

The next day, Medea visited Viola’s room. Viola happened to be drinking her strawberry ade and handed one more to Medea. It’s been a while since she had such a sweet drink. A feeling of coolness penetrated her whole body.

“Is it delicious?”

“It is delicious.”

In Medea’s eyes, Viola was a 10-year-old child.

“Viola. Your mission orders will be coming soon.”

“A mission order?”

“Yes. You will carry out a mission with me.”

Viola was nervous for a moment. The mission that Medea received was an atrocious mission whose difficulty was beyond imagination.

‘Gu, why, with me?’

Medea said sincerely.

“I will be your sister. I’ll help you further so that you can prove yourself as Bellato.”

‘No.’

“I’m going to Storm Fortress.”

She seemed to know what her mission was. The mission was to kill the Jackal, the leader of the Storm Fortress. It was also a mission that even the great Medea almost died.

“Could it be that the mission is to kill Sir Jackal the Stormsword?”

She hoped not. She hoped it’s not that mission. It’s too risky. No matter how you thought about this.

“It’s like the white Bellato. Exactly.”

“…”

There was an overly beautiful smile. It was so refreshing that she would rather die.

It’s the 4th year of being possessed by years. And she was out of breath for the first time in a while.

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