I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

The villain Heidi, who appears later in the novel, was a cruel person. Depending on her mood, she killed countless people and ran amok until she met a miserable end due to the betrayal of her Guardian Spirit.

 

“I’m sorry, Heidi. I can’t protect you any longer. As a result of giving up on you, I will perish.”

 

Kell-Veron, who had wanted to protect Heidi, eventually gave up on her and chose his own extinction.

 

“My name is Kell-Veron, I am going to become a Great Spirit King!”

 

“My name is Heidi.”

 

Kell-Veron, who signed a contract with Heidi, always cheered and supported Heidi. At first, he thought Heidi’s life was right, but Kell-Veron was a newborn spirit who knew nothing.

 

“Heidi. Is this really alright?”

 

As Kell-Veron watched the dying boy, his mind was conflicted. A day passed, two days passed, and those moments repeated until 7 years passed.

 

‘This is not what I wanted.’

 

Seven years passed and Kell-Veron was finally able to realize that this life was not what he wanted.

 

He made a name for himself as a fearsome spirit but he did not want to be a fearsome spirit. In fact, he wanted to be a Great Spirit King. 

 

‘I want to be a warm spirit.’

 

But he had gone too far to turn back. He had already shed too much blood to become a Great Spirit King. He judged that he was not qualified to be the King of Spirits.

 

‘It’s a little sad.’

 

He only realized it after 7 years. All he wanted was to water pretty flowers and cultivate a beautiful flower garden. In fact, the reason he talked about wanting to be a Great Spirit King was to hide his humble dream. A spirit with the surname ‘Kell’ shouldn’t have such a small wish.

 

‘I can no longer dream.’

 

On the continent, Kell-Veron was called the ‘Crimson Blood Spirit, Kell-Veron’. He became an evil spirit accompanying the demon Heidi. At the last moment, he broke his contract with extinction as security.

 

“I don’t resent you. But would my life have been different if the first person I met had been someone other than you?”

 

Heidi replied with a smile.

 

“Fates do not change, Kell-Veron.”

 

Inside a very dark cave with water dripping from the ceiling, Heidi laughed happily.

 

“You were born with the destiny of becoming a blood spirit. And as a blood spirit, you lived well. You can be proud.”

 

No. He had never been proud. Kell-Veron wanted to say so but he couldn’t speak. If he denied his life, it felt like he was denying Heidi’s life as well. Her direction may have gone a little wrong, but Heidi lived hard. She lived her life to the fullest.

 

‘I cannot deny that life.’

 

Even though it was wrong, he didn’t want to deny Heidi when Heidi was dying.

 

“Thank you. It was nice to meet Heidi.”

 

Kell-Veron became a warm drop and soon disappeared. It was the price one had to pay for unilaterally breaking a contract. Still, as a warm drop of water, he covered Heidi, providing her with a little warmth. It was Kell-Veron’s last consideration, and it was love.

 

“You stupid spirit bastard.”

 

Heidi rested her back against the wall and took a deep breath.

 

“I didn’t mean to sign a contract with such a weakling.”

 

Heidi was furious. A contract spirit dared to break the contract first. She spat and the saliva was mixed with red blood.

 

“You talked about flowers.”

 

He actually wanted to cultivate a flower garden or something. She shouldn’t have made a contract with a spirit who had such a useless dream. She should have made a contract with a spirit with a stronger will. It was her mistake to be fooled by Kell’s last name.

 

“I couldn’t do anything because of you, Kell-Veron.”

 

She giggled and laughed.

 

“It’s nice to see that you’ve been destroyed.”

 

Heidi died that night.

 

* * *

 

Viola grinned.

 

“Wouldn’t you like to water pretty flowers with me? I have a huge marguerite flower garden at my house.”

 

“Well, what does that have to do with me?”

 

“With your help, we will be able to make even prettier flowers bloom. If the flowers were watered with Kell’s royal water, how beautiful would a flower bed be?”

 

“I, I am a personage that will become a Great Spirit King. Such trivial things don’t suit me.”

 

“You’ll know when you see it.”

 

Viola touched her chin. Kell-Veron cherished even a wicked spiritualist like Heidi. He was a spirit that thought cherishing was a natural attitude for a spirit to have toward its contractor.

 

‘He was really pitiful at the end.’

 

Come to think of it, Kell-Veron was a very pitiful spirit. He could certainly have lived a happier life.

 

‘Won’t it be much better to protect me rather than Heidi?’

 

Suddenly, images of people around her came to mind. The first image was Vicen, who would laugh while holding his sword. It also reminded her of the reigning Duke Heron exuding an aura of coercion. And Medea, who was already close to being the strongest knight in the world at the age of 20. She even felt a little sorry for Kell-Veron.

 

‘It’s not…’

 

She thought for a second that maybe she shouldn’t.

 

“You must have been born from a drop of water, right?”

 

“Of course. Because I am a great water spirit.”

 

“Because it’s a drop, a drop of water.”

 

“…What?”

 

“No. Kell sounds like the name of a dog, so let’s make it Pom-Pom.”

 

“What is that?”

 

“What is it? It’s your name.”

 

As soon as the word ‘name’ was mentioned, Kell-Veron screamed.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

The moment the contractor gave a name, it was imprinted on the spirit’s soul and that was the spirit’s contract.

 

“What is your name?”

 

“My name is…!”

 

He didn’t want to say it. He hated it. His name was the great Kell! He wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. In his heart, he shouted, ‘It’s Kell-Veron!’, but his mouth moved contrarily.

 

“It’s Pom-Pom!”

 

Kell-Veron made a tearful face. He felt like his world had crumbled.

 

* * *

 

Jeremy got a chance in his own way. Perhaps because of the influence of the magic circle, his affinity with spirits temporarily increased. Thanks to this, he was able to sign a contract with a wind spirit.

 

“Viola. It’s all thanks to you.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Thanks to you, I also made a contract with a spirit.”

 

“What is the name of the spirit?”

 

“Kell-Tertas, I named her Storm.”

 

At those words, Pom-Pom screamed again.

 

“Why call her Storm? It’s just a spirit who only blows the smell of the wind!”

 

Pom-Pom felt it was unfair. His name was Pom-Pom, but that spirit was Storm.

 

“Come out now. Let’s fight! Fight with me as a candidate for the Great Spirit King!”

 

Although Jeremy was curious, he just laughed lightly. 

 

“Storm is shy and doesn’t want to show herself.”

 

He watched the little spirit floating like a puff of wind. The spirit was only visible to Jeremy, its contractor. Meanwhile, lost in thought, Viola asked.

 

“Kell-Tertas?”

 

“Huh. Why?”

 

“Never mind.”

 

It wasn’t the same. The spirit that Jeremy originally contracted with didn’t have the last name of ‘Kell’. Viola remembered that his spirit was the first spirit king to become a spirit king without having the surname of ‘Kell’.

 

“She must have come here thanks to your incomprehensibly high affinity with spirits.”

 

“It seems so.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

Jeremy grabbed Viola’s hand.

 

“As expected, it’s fun to be with Viola.”

 

Because of Viola, he got an unexpected opportunity. It was obviously surprising that Jeremy, who had a very low affinity with spirits, signed a contract with a spirit queen. Originally, Jeremy Palail was someone who made a contract with an ordinary spirit and raised it to the level of a spirit king. But this time, he made a contract with a spirit who had the surname of Kell, the ‘spirit queen’.

 

“I wouldn’t have had this luck if it hadn’t been for Viola.”

 

He smiled and asked a question.

 

“Shall we get engaged?”

 

“Kek.”

 

Viola cleared her throat. No, why was the story going off track here?

 

“Yes, after two years you can get married. Bellato contracted with a future Spirit King. And the heir to the storm sword contracted with another Spirit Queen. How wonderful would it be if the two of us got married?”

 

“No.”

 

“Why?”

 

‘Jeremy, in your own way, you are the hero of this world. But heroes drive adversity since you have to overcome adversity to become a hero.’

 

She was not interested in such adversity and hardship. While she hesitated because she didn’t know how to answer, Jeremy smiled subtly.

 

“Ah! I get it.”

 

What did he know? She didn’t say anything! She hoped he didn’t know. Concealing her anxiety, Viola could only listen to Jeremy in silence.

 

“Isn’t it because I’m still lacking in your opinion?”

 

No. He exceeded!

 

“Yes… Not only do you often see Princess Medea up close, but your own abilities are so outstanding, I’ll never be noticed.”

 

Jeremy seriously thought so. Viola was the one who summoned the spirit and made a contract with him. Jeremy never thought it was a coincidence. While he didn’t think it was a coincidence, if it was a coincidence, it would have been an even more terrifying result.

 

‘That level of potential and insight. If it’s the outstanding ability of a white Bellato… I may seem to be lacking.’

 

Jeremy grinned. If Viola was so great that he wasn’t right for her, then he would just have to be better and get it right. That was Jeremy’s positive theory.

 

“Then I’ll get much better and propose to you.”

 

Why? Those words, ‘I will overcome more difficult adversity and hardships!’ Was it an illusion that sounds like that? Viola let out a small sigh. It seemed that Jeremy wouldn’t be able to hear anything she said. She realized once again that she was inside a fantasy world. When she has to enter the social world at the age of 12, engagement offers would begin to pour in. It was very common among nobles.

 

“Look forward to it. It will make a great story.”

 

Jeremy, who was already a heroic supporting character, made a deep commitment.

 

* * *

 

Viola sent Pom-Pom back to the spirit realm. Spirits contracted with humans could return to the spirit realm to rest at any time, and could be summoned when needed.

 

“I need to find a way out.”

 

Pom-Pom had guided them when they entered, but they had to find their own way out. This was a square room with continuous, unbroken walls on all sides. She had to find an exit.

 

“Find Zenon’s energy.”

 

“Oh. That will do.”

 

Zenon couldn’t come here with her.

 

‘Perhaps he fell away from us on purpose?’

 

Maybe he was hiding somewhere and spying on them. If it was Zenon, he would still be there.

 

“I guess this is where it is.”

 

Jeremy fumbled on one side of the room. At some point, the wall went off by itself.

 

It’s smooth~

 

As a wide aisle appeared, Viola wondered if the walls were moving geometrically. It was a bit dark, however, it wasn’t difficult to secure a field of vision because magic torches were hanging here and there.

 

“This looks like an exit.”

 

And Viola could feel Zenon’s presence at the end of the passage.

 

‘This body is so amazing.’

 

Viola’s body was capable of that. After all, the author set it up to be so good.

 

With this thought in mind, she walked forward. She heard Jeremy’s voice.

 

“It looks like Zenon is so far away, but it’s strange.”

 

Viola stopped in place. Jeremy was right. It was oddly strange.

 

‘That… far?’

 

She didn’t know why, but she felt that he was far away.

 

Sparkle.

 

A red light flashed briefly in the darkness. Instantly, she felt her hair stand on end.

 

‘This. It’s dangerous.’

 

A damp wind blew. It was a wind that contained a sticky life.

 

Bubble.

 

Zenon’s voice came along with the sound of footsteps.

 

“You must die here.”

 

It was the most nerve-wracking moment she experienced since she possessed a character in this world.

 

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