I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

Viscount Seall worried over and over again, two thoughts fighting endlessly in his mind.

 

‘It’s the child of the wife I love. I need to love him. But can I really love that child completely?’

 

The child was innocent. But later on, wouldn’t he resent that child? He promised himself that he wouldn’t hold a grudge and wouldn’t hate, but he honestly wasn’t confident.

 

‘If I can’t love him completely…’

 

He should consider sending him to Bellato… What was the right choice?

 

No. From the beginning, it was a problem that could not be decided between right and wrong. He went into the secret room in the basement of his home and cried for a long time.

 

“Oh God. I am weak.”

 

A year had passed, but his wife’s affair still came to mind every now and then. He sincerely forgave his wife, but the memory was not erased. He finally made a decision.

 

“Please forgive me for my weakness.”

 

In his heart, he wanted to live with that child in his arms. But it wasn’t possible. He needed to be the only one hurt.

 

“I don’t have the confidence to love that child fully.”

 

He acknowledged his shortcomings and weaknesses. Despite making a decision, he hid in his closet and cried for a long time. If he had been a better person, he would have been able to live with the child.

 

No. If he had been a better person, she wouldn’t have cheated on him.

 

Viscount Seall cried alone there all morning, pounding his chest.

 

* * *

 

Shailan sighed and cleared his throat.

 

“Sir, Viscount Seall went into the underground room.”

 

Shailan, who had tasted a stable life and money, was no longer an assassin. As a retired assassin, he used his special abilities to serve as Viola’s information collector.

 

“Because it was deep underground, there was a strong smell of mold. What can I say, it was hard to watch a grown man cry for over 5 hours…”

 

“You mean you’re asking for money because you had a hard time?”

 

“Hey, my student. How do you view your teacher? Oh, and that’s how you get to the point.”

 

“Okay. I will pay you 300,000 Dahlias as an additional allowance. You can tell Zenon.”

 

“Thank you for having me as your teacher.”

 

Shailan, having tasted the money, bowed deeply. His grand dream of making The Grass Sword famous had already crumbled like fallen leaves. Viola, who learned all about Viscount Seall’s situation through Shailan, was heartbroken. But she didn’t show it outwardly. It was something she did to survive. With this, Vengas would not become a strong enemy, but Viscount Seall would have to live in pain for the rest of his life.

 

‘I have to take responsibility.’

 

Pretending to know nothing, she asked Viscount Seall, “Have you made up your mind?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Seall eventually agreed to send the child to Bellato.

 

“It is indescribable how reliable the Iron Blooded Princess is to have become his guardian.”

 

“Have you decided on a name for your child?”

 

“Benato, I’ll call him Benato.”

 

He also gave Serphon’s child the surname of Seall.

 

“Benato, do you mean he’s the fruit of love?”

 

Seall lowered his head in embarrassment. It seems that he was embarrassed to send his wife’s child to a remote place and give him the name ‘Fruit of Love’.

 

“No one blames Viscount Seall.”

 

“I’m embarrassed.”

 

“I know better than anyone else the sorrow of not having parents.”

 

“…Ah.”

 

Seall recalled that the Viola of today was very different from the Viola of the past. She was said to be adopted from the slums. Her present appearance was so brilliant that he could not recall her past appearance.

 

“I will do my best to keep him from becoming another Viola.”

 

To be precise, she decided to do her best to avoid him becoming another Arin. She knew, no one could replace a mom or a dad. The teachers at the daycare center were always kind and warm, but they could not fill the void left by the parents.

 

“I will take responsibility for Benato Seall.”

 

At 13, Viola was still small and as she stood in front of Viscount Seall, she had to lift her head a long way to see his face.

 

“The Viscount did nothing wrong.”

 

Viscount Seall was blaming himself. If he had been a better person. If he were a better person, that’s what he thought.

 

“Don’t push yourself too hard, because the Viscount is a good enough person.”

 

Seall bit his lip tightly and looked at Viola. It seemed like every word the little girl spoke was filled with life. In her hand, Viola held the pink diamond jewelry box she had seen last time.

 

“The Viscount is a good man.”

 

It felt like a big person was coming up to him and hugging him. His eyes turned red. The Viscount accepted the pink diamond. Although he had done nothing wrong, he felt forgiven and was relieved.

 

“I am fortunate that my child’s guardian is Princess Viola.”

 

If it was Viola, she seemed trustworthy. This girl was no longer a little girl. To Viscount Seall, she was a giant.

 

“If one day I become a better person and can love my child completely, would you mind if I brought him back?”

 

“Any time you want.”

 

Viscount Seall knelt down on one knee and met Viola’s eyes. He spoke with sincerity.

 

“It is an honor to have you in my life.”

 

* * *

 

Vichen laughed.

 

“Your wrists are shaking, aren’t they? Wow, it must hurt.”

 

His skin was raw, but he didn’t really care. Tundra applied a magic potion to stop the bleeding.

 

“That’s pretty good, dog. I almost got cut.”

 

“I tried to cut your wrists, but I failed.”

 

Tundra wasn’t normal either. His whole body was covered with big and small wounds. This was because he sparred under the guise of a real fight. The floor of the gym where the two sparred was covered in blood. After sparring, Tundra spoke to Hickson.

 

“I need to become stronger.”

 

Hickson gently scratched his cheek. Tundra was growing fast enough. He almost cut the wrists of Vichen, a direct descendant of Bellato. Even though he had trained for a much shorter time than Vichen, he had already come this far.

 

“What makes you so desperate?”

 

“Yeah…”

 

Tundra thought of Viola. For Tundra, Viola had always been something he longed for.

 

“I want to be a companion that is not embarrassing to the master.”

 

For a dog to protect its owner, shouldn’t it at least be stronger than its owner? Shouldn’t it be a sword that the owner could wield with full confidence? Tundra thought so.

 

“Hey! Okay! That’s it. You finally removed the word ‘dog’.”

 

Hickson sighed in relief and rubbed his chest. Finally, that guy gave up his stubbornness. Hickson was annoyed by the fact that he kept referring to himself as a ‘companion dog’ wherever he went. People pointed and whispered and strange rumors also spread about Viola.

 

“I decided to leave it out verbally. Anyway, I don’t want to embarrass my master.”

 

Viola was strong, but since she was a White Bellato, she rarely used force.

 

“I want to have sharp teeth.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Hickson stroked his chin and pondered.

 

“There is a way.”

 

A long time ago, the training methods of about 30 years ago were extremely ignorant. Cases of death during training were common.

 

“What is it?”

 

“You can practice in the Northern Forest, the place where the snow blows. The sacred place of the old warriors lies there.”

 

Because it was an overly dangerous and harsh training ground, no one now looked for places where their eyes would freeze shut. Among the warriors who entered for training, 60% died, and 30% suffered serious injuries or mental illness.

 

“Are there any people who survived there?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Hickson pointed his finger at himself.

 

“Me.”

 

Then he pointed to Duke Heron’s room.

 

“Him.”

 

Then his finger moved slightly to the side to where Medea’s room was located.

 

“Medea.”

 

This time he moved his finger and pointed southward.

 

“Nelac, The Emperor of Swords.”

 

Turning slightly, he pointed to the left.

 

“The Storm Sword, Jackal. Oh, Zenon never says anything about himself, but he may have trained in The Northern Forest.”

 

“That stinks.”

 

As if something suddenly occurred to him, he mentioned one more person.

 

“Sirson of the Six Magic Towers also trained with me there.”

 

It was said that if you go back a generation or two, there were quite a few people who trained in the place where the snow blows. There were very few people who survived, but those who did survive were at the pinnacle of one field or another. Or, it was said that they had become close to the peak. Tundra didn’t worry for long.

 

“Please send me there.”

 

“It will take a long time.”

 

“It’s okay.”

 

“You may never see your master, whom you are so obsessed with, again.”

 

“Rather than staying by her side as a shameful pet, it would be better to come back as a more confident pet.”

 

Hickson frowned deeply. At first, he was able to get his bearings, but later his true feelings were revealed.

 

“Okay then, go. I’ll show you the way.”

 

“What about you, Master?”

 

“Hey. I’m too old to go there.”

 

“Are you scared?”

 

‘Cat Mom’ Hickson spoke sincerely, “If I go all the way there, who will take care of Butterfly?”

 

* * *

 

Viola held the small child in her arms. When she came to the Viscounty she rode in an old and ungainly carriage, but when she returned to Bellato, it seemed she would be taking the finest carriage. She looked at the splendid carriage in front of her, carrying the golden lion flag symbolizing the Duke of Bellato. It was accompanied by a splendid military band and numerous knights as guards. A silver-haired girl got off of the huge carriage.

 

“I came to get you, Viola.”

 

Viola was startled by this majestic procession, but she did not show it. She realized once again, there was nothing in this world that couldn’t be done with money.

 

‘Long live my rich sister!’

 

“At this rate, no one will bother us.”

 

‘Except for the guys who attacked Princess Senna a year ago.’ but Hera swallowed those words. 

 

Meanwhile, Viola bade farewell to Viscount Seall and his wife.

 

“I will take responsibility for Benato’s safety. You two are welcome to visit the Winter Castle and meet the child at any time.”

 

Viola got into the carriage and was seen off by Viscount Seall and his wife. Benato, who almost became Vengas in the future, was a strong player. However, now he was sleeping peacefully, nestled in a cradle. It was a top-class cradle with various magic effects.

 

Hera asked, “What are you going to do?”

 

“I’ve become his guardian. I’ll do my best.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because I am a noble.”

 

Hera burst out laughing.

 

“Sometimes you do things that I don’t understand.”

 

A long time ago, when a large amount of land in the Shaikh Wasteland was purchased, Hera did not understand. Then, she didn’t understand why an assassin from the Eastern Continent had to be brought back alive as a teacher.

 

“But looking back, your choices are always right. So this time, I’ll try not to doubt you.”

 

Hera looked at the baby wrapped in its cradle.

 

“It looks like it will break if you hold it tight.”

 

Viola was shocked on the inside but did not show it.

 

‘That roughly means it’s cute, right?’

 

She just expressed it in ‘Hera style’.

 

Several days passed and, as expected, no group of bandits dared to approach, allowing them to arrive at the Duke’s residence without any trouble. 

 

Just before arriving, Hera asked, “Are you serious about your plan to visit the Six Magic Towers?”

 

The Magic Towers was a closed place. In most cases, outsiders were not accepted. There were countless people who died after being caught in a magic trap while trying to force their way into the magic towers. Those who were not invited couldn’t enter and Viola hadn’t been invited to the magic towers. She sent a letter earlier, but it was rejected.

 

“You’ve already been rejected. No matter how much you are the princess of Bellato, it can be dangerous.”

 

Viola grinned and said something completely different from what she was thinking.

 

“I said I would buy your future.”

 

Hera felt a shiver. 

 

Regardless of Viola’s true feelings, she continued to speak loudly.

 

“I’ll show you how it’s done.”

 

Hera’s eyes sparkled. Once again, Viola’s legs were shaking, and cold sweat was running down her back.

 

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