I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

A few minutes ago, Heron thought as he took his steps.

Why am I going to Violas room?

He was looking at the flower crown that had been preserved with super-rapid freezing magic before. Then, he suddenly remembered Viola and came here.

There was no particular reason.

When he arrived in front of Violas door, he could hear a voice.

Please, be older sister Medea.

When he felt a presence outside the room, it seemed that Viola and Medea were hugging each other.

He had extreme control over his mana, killing all sights and sounds.

And so, Duke Heron slowly opened the door without making any noise.

Just as expected.

Viola and Medea were hugging. Looking at them, Viola was very short and lifted her heels tight.

What are you doing? I think I need some explanation.

Herons reason thought.

What a beautiful sight this is.

Why are Veratouxs siblings so soft?

Medea took a step away from Viola. Then, she bowed her waist slightly and placed her right hand on her left chest.

Greetings, father.

A greeting towards Heron, her father and Lord of the Winter Castle.

Viola contemplated whether she should or not.

Actually, father doesnt like that kind of polite manners.

Everyone usually greeted the Winter Lord, although Heron didnt really like that greetings and courtesy.

Should I still do it?

Because there was such a thing as etiquette in this world.

Well, I guess I missed the timing

To be polite, she should have done it earlier. It would be more awkward to greet now and put her hand on her chest right now.

Well, I dont know.

With that thought, Viola just decided to take it easy. She lifted both of her skirts slightly and lowered her waist.

Welcome.

Medeas body flinched as she greeted.

What do you mean, welcome?

It was such an ordinary greeting. It was so ordinary that it became a problem because this was not an ordinary family, but the Veratoux family.

Medea was worried inside.

Viola. Dont relax.

The other person was a thousand-kills Duke Heron before a father.

It was the same for Medea.

The Winter Lord Heron was closer than her father, Heron.

But, what explanation are you asking for?

Didnt you support White Veratoux?

A white Veratoux must be smart.

The white Veratoux are those who can penetrate and read the other persons innermost thoughts and devise strategies.

So, now Herons words mean, If youre a white Veratoux, interpret the situation yourself.

I hugged Viola.

I hugged sister Medea.

Hearing them, Herons eyebrows twitched slightly.

You both know Im not asking about the situation.

Medea thought for a moment. The conversation they had earlier was not a conversation suitable for Veratoux. This was especially true for Viola.

A war between blood and flesh. Various plot tricks and dark battles to become an heir. I hate all of them. Ive always wanted a family. The family I dreamed and admired is not like this.

Whether or not her father had heard those words, Medea did not know.

I have to protect Viola.

Medea explained with a common-sense answer.

Isnt that a basic virtue for Veratoux? Hugs the opponent, analyzes their body type, and feels the power and flow of the opponents mana.

Then, Viola?

Heron was well aware of Medeas skills.

She was a one-star knight in her early twenties. A swordsman who achieved growth comparable to that of Herons youth. There was no reason for Medea to hug Viola like that, because there was no need for body shape analysis in the first place.

Moments later, Viola replied.

I told her to hug me.

Why?

Medeas stomach burned.

In her judgment, Heron wasnt in a good mood right now.

Veratouxs acted un-Verratoux like. However, she could not openly defend Viola since it was even less Veratoux-like.

What the hell are you trying to say?

Please, be older sister Medea.

Viola said so.

Thinking that, Medea made a decision. She decided to be the older sister of this child. She decided not to be sister Medea Veratoux, but to be sister Medea. She had to protect this child from her disappointed father.

I do not know

But, she doesnt know how to protect her.

If it was a fight between a sword and a sword, she could fight somehow, but this case was different.

Viola continued to speak.

Can father hug me, too?

.

Viola moved on to him without waiting for Herons reply.

Her movements were reflected in Herons eyes.

Suddenly, the figure of Viola came to mind. She clung to Medea like a cicada, lifting her heels with her little stature.

Now, she stood in front of Heron.

Viola was still smaller than her age.

The reason is?

Hug me.

Medea bit her lip.

She looked so dangerous wanting to him recklessly like that. Wasnt that kind of irrationality something her father hated?

The reason is?

If asked, the reason should be explained. And, when he asked like that, the answer Viola gave was too vague.

Perhaps, their father was very offended.

The child is now ten years old, and if she is not Veratoux, she will be removed immediately

However, something amazing happened.

Heron shoved his arm into Violas armpit. At that action, she could feel her body float.

Oh, Im flying?

It felt like she was flying in the sky for a moment.

Her body went up.

Looks like a feather.

As Viola was held by Heron, she pressed her ear to his chest.

Thud! Thud!

His heart was beating.

Herons heart, known for having the coldest blood than anyone else, was the same as everyone elses. It ran normally and had an ordinary warm body temperature.

Viola opened her mouth, burying her face in Herons chest.

I wanted to find out what the Winter Lord and the White Wind had in common. Because sister Medea inherited fathers blood.

What do we have in common?

I do not know.

You do not know?

Herons eyes narrowed at her answer.

If she couldnt figure out anything, all these actions became meaningless actions.

That was to say, it was all a waste of time.

I would have to grasp and for my hands to touch each other to understand.

Saying so, she stretched out her arms, but Herons chest was too wide.

My fathers arms are too wide.

In the end, it means you didnt figure out anything.

I realized that my fathers arms were very wide and warmer than I thought.

What does that mean?

Does it have to be meaningful?

Heron lowered Viola to the ground.

As her feet touched the ground, she continued. Every time is worth only when they are meaningful. Veratoux should use all of their time wisely.

Just.

Viola held her breath for a moment.

With the heart of a reader who adored her favorite character, she built the world in the novel.

I wanted to hug you.

Why?

Medea was confused.

She didnt 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 Medea did the same thing?

He must have been very disappointed. However, it was difficult for her to find any sign of disappointment in Heron.

Something was out of the ordinary.

I think it would be meaningful to find out why.

You mean you dont know now?

Yes.

Viola was confident.

I think that the most necessary thing for White Veratoux is an insight into the essence of the world. That leads to intuition. I wanted to understand the essence of this unexplained heart. If my father hugged me, I wondered if I could find out the essence of that heart.

She then frowned slightly.

Viola was like a child in her own agony.

But, I still dont know. Theres no good reason.

In fact, this question was the question that Heron Veratoux posed in his mind.

Heron Veratoux must feel the same now.

Why did I want to be hugged by my father? And, why did he hug me?

If there is no reasonable reason, why did he hug this child and not question it? This question made a big wave in Heron Veratouxs mind.

And, on the big wave, she blew a bigger wind.

Just Cant you give me a lot of hugs? Ill find out the rationale and essence.

At that, she stretched her arms out.

In the end, Heron hugged Viola again as if possessed by something.

Viola whispered.

Thank you. For hugging me.

Heron returned to the room.

Theres a lot of irrational things these days.

Why did I go to Violas room and hug her without saying a word?

Violas words pierced Herons chest.

[ But I still dont know. There is no reasonable reason. ]

[ Just Cant you give me a lot of hugs? Ill find out the rationale and essence. ]

Knock, knock.

Then, a knock resounded.

It was Medea.

Her eyes were like red marbles.

Whats going on?

Will father punish the child?

Are you talking about Viola?

Yes.

Medea bit her lip slightly.

This behavior is not Veratoux-like because its not right for a Veratoux to cover for another Veratoux.

Though today, she wanted to do whatever moved her heart.

Viola took off her mask and approached first. She first approached with a candid look and held out her hand. The little girl first gave her courage.

This time, its my turn to be brave.

[ I got sister wrong, and sister got it wrong. So, its okay if were making a mistake now. ]

[ Its okay if were making a mistake. ]

Even though Medea had lived her life acting perfect, she was well aware that she was not perfect herself.

But, an unexpected answer came.

Well. If I was going to punish her, Id have done it on the spot. Why did you think I would punish Viola?

I thought father was different than usual.

Different from usual.

He was much more gentle than usual. It meant that soon, both his interest and expectations for Viola would have been abandoned.

Medea Veratoux interpreted it that way.

Heron thought for a moment.

Different from usual.

He also clearly recognized it. It was very different from usual. When dealing with Viola, he looks very different from usual.

If its okay with you, I want to do this mission with Viola.

Your mission is to kill Jackal, the Head of Storm Fortress.

I know. I know its an overly risky mission for that kid now.

Medea thought.

If this mission is successfully accomplished, Viola will be able to prove her ability once again.

What she had shown so far wasnt too bad, though killing the Head of the Storm Fortress was a completely different matter. If the appearances she had shown so far have been great for her age, this mission was a great mission regardless of your age.

If it could be done, Violas position and status would rise rapidly.

If I help, Viola will be able to prove her strength as a Veratoux once again.

Medea sincerely vowed to help Viola.

[ I wish you were my sister. ]

She decided to become an older sister.

The next day, Medea visited Violas room.

She was drinking her strawberry ade at the same time.

She was handed the strawberry ade from Viola. It has been a long time since she had such a sweet drink.

The cool refreshing sensation permeated her body.

Is it delicious?

Its delicious.

In Medeas eyes, she was an innocent ten-year-old kid.

Viola. The mission order will be issued soon.

A mission order?

Yes. Youll be on a mission with me.

Viola was nervous for a moment.

The mission that Medea received was a heinous mission whose difficulty was beyond imagination.

Why, why do you want me to come?

Medea said sincerely.

Ill be your sister. Ill help you further, so that you can prove your Veratoux figure.

No

Sister. There seems to be something wrong with the focus.

Im going to Storm Fortress.

At that word, she seemed to know what the mission was.

The mission is to kill Jackal, the leader of the Storm Fortress. It was also a mission that almost killed even that great Medea.

Is your mission to kill the storm sword Jackal?

She prayed it wasnt. Viola hoped that was not the mission.

Its too dangerous

Youre like a white Veratoux. Thats correct.

.

There was an overly beautiful smile.

It was so refreshing that she wanted to die.

In the fourth year of possessing, Viola was out of breath for the first time in a while!

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