I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

Let me ask. Was my fathers choice wrong?

It wasnt wrong.

The Viscount, who had spoken up to that point, remained silent for a long time, then opened his mouth with difficulty.

Actually, I knew.

Then, he covered his face and sobbed.

At that moment, Viola felt that Viscount Seals body had become much smaller.

He was withdrawn and humbled. The nobleman who had an upright conviction to the point of death mentioned in the novel was not here.

Did you know?

She didnt expect it.

She didnt know that he had noticed his sons derailment because it was never mentioned in the novel.

Zelton is killed by Vixen, Viscount Seal is killed by Heron.

That was the content of the novel.

Did he pretend he didnt know at all even though you knew it?

Viola looked at Viscount Seal, sobbing silently. As she continued to stare at him, she seemed to understand.

He wanted to be the father-Viscount, rather than the noble-Viscount.

The father did not want to reveal the fact that his son had derailed. It seemed he didnt want it to be revealed to the world that his son had sold himself to black magic.

He, who was a father, disregarded even his own convictions and could not punish his son.

Because of that, he decided not to judge right or wrong.

Zelton was already dead.

In other words, Seal paid for the sin by losing his son.

For whatever reason, Zelton had a father.

The weeping Viscount Seal looked at Viola. It was because her words were surprising.

Had a father.

It was also the words the Viscount Seal wanted to hear.

He always wanted to be a tree to that child.

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He wanted to be a strong protector.

So, he poured a lot of love and affection toward his son.

It is a noble thing for a father to love his son.

Viola seriously thought so.

Some said it is natural for parents to love their children. However, Han Arin, abandoned by her parents, did not think so.

For her, it was not natural.

Everyone knows its natural, but Han Arin didnt have that for granted.

Im sorry. I was wrong.

The method may have been slightly wrong, but it cannot be denied that the Viscounts heart was sublime.

Hearing that, she bit her lip slightly.

Even if it was a false fatherhood, the Viscounts love was real.

I am not a judge.

She didnt want to judge right or wrong. Because of that, Viola decided not to judge the heart of a father who had already lost a beloved son and was sobbing.

He lost his dearest son, and that must have been the punishment he deserved.

She already thought she didnt need to push all those who had paid for it.

Thank you for your warm words.

After a while, the Viscount took out his handkerchief and wiped his eyes. His eyes were red and bloodshot.

Lord Zelton must have always been strong, so he could have had the guts in the winter castle.

It wouldnt have been just a side effect of black magic.

Zelton trusted his father. Maybe, it was because he turned out in a bad way, but his belief in his father itself was clear.

The Viscount was a dependable father.

She wished she had a father like that.

Her father said he would come to find her after sleeping a hundred nights, but he never came back.

I will not judge the Viscount.

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Even though I dont agree with the method, I agree with you. The Viscount may not have been a great father, but I think you are right that you were a warm father.

She then moved closer to the Viscount.

Viola stretched out her hand toward the Viscount, who looked infinitely small, whose secrets were discovered.

The Viscount placed his hand on top of her as if possessed by something. Her hand was very small, but it didnt feel small.

Violas presence was felt very greatly.

This is from Veratouxs envoy, Viola Veratoux. Veratoux will not hold the Zeltons black magic and Viscount Seal responsible for neglecting it, because the Viscount has already received the greatest and most painful punishment.

At that, the Viscount knelt down on one of his knees.

She was a princess who was speaking as a special envoy. These words were also the words that Veratoux conveyed to Seal.

He had to be polite.

I. Viola Veratoux understands the noble heart of a father and the choices as a father. Thats why I also ask Viscount Seal.

Viola bent her knees. Now, she was at eye level with Viscount Seal.

Would you mind understanding my fathers point of view?

Viscount Seals body flinched.

Viola continued to speak.

My father also has a fathers position. My father is the great monarch over the winter castle, the first shield to protect mankind from the snowy place, and the head of Veratoux. Though before that, he is the human Heron, father of several brothers and sisters, too.

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So, my father wanted to protect the honor of Zelton and his father.

Did the Duke say that?

My father doesnt say it himself, because the moment you say it, the Viscounts honor will plummet to the ground. Everything I say is my own thoughts.

She thought back at the novel and the authors setting book.

Viola hadnt heard it from her father, but its probably right. After all, the author was the creator of this world.

So, the decision is entirely up to the Viscount.

Eventually, she got her body up and slowly pulled her hand away.

If you accept my request as a special envoy, friendly relations will be established between Veratoux and Seal. If not, we will become enemies. Seal can declare war on Veratoux.

Instead, she promised one thing.

Even if war is declared, the Viscounts honor will be protected.

Heron Veratoux would do that. Even though Seal was killed, he would have preserved their honor by exalting the spirit that had brought him to war with Veratoux.

With that thought, Xenon laughed secretly.

There is absolutely no way out.

In fact, Viscount Seal had no choice at all. From the moment Viscount Seal confessed that I already knew, the victory belonged to Viola. Although in the form of a request, her words were a notice.

On the surface, it seems that Viscount Seal was given a choice, but in fact, the choice lies with Veratoux.

Viscount Seal fell on his knees.

He cried in that position for a long time.

It was tears of remorse

Tears of self-reflection that the wrong fathers love had ruined his son.

Thank you for opening my closed eyes again, Princess Viola Veratoux.

His heart ached. No matter how well she packaged it, the sadness of losing a son was indescribable. And, the thought that this was his own fault made Viscount Seal even more tormented.

And

He told Viola, who was not Princess Veratoux.

Thank you very much.

Thank you for telling me I was a warm father.

Though those words did not come out.

Two days passed.

Xenon formally wrote the report.

I plan to post a simple report using magic communication. I will go back and post the official report myself, Princess.

You dont have to tell me every single thing. You do your job.

I still want to look good to the princess? Xenon said, smiling.

So. Did you like Xenon?

How dare I judge it?

Judge.

At that, his smile widened even more.

There will be no more beautiful results.

Without losing Veratouxs authority and honor, Viscount Seal made himself admit his mistake, and on the contrary, Viscount Seal said he would apologize.

As the smile still lingered on his face, he continued.

I was truly impressed with the princess mask.

Mask?

Yes. The Princess seems to have magic to move peoples hearts. Its wrong, but its a noble fatherhood.

Xenon, of course, thought it was a mask. No matter how sublime it is, if it is wrong, it is no longer sublime.

If it was the princess I had been so far, he would have thought so.

If it was Princess Veratoux, yes.

That was the famous iron-blooded Veratoux. A person who acts on the basis of rational reason and judgment.

She is well aware of how she can thoroughly fool and capture your opponent.

Such information was included in the report.

The report. Shall I show you?

Is that report for me?

Viola didnt completely believe in Xenon. Even in the original story, he was the one who tested her until the end With such a nice face and smile.

If I ask you to show it to me, you will be disappointed.

Xenon answered, The report is for the Duke.

Then, you do your job.

I want to show you

However, his words were sincere. It wasnt like a test for the viola. To be precise, Xenon did not fully understand his feelings.

I Right now, do I want to be praised?

This report was well written, so please look and praise.

That was what he was feeling.

Still, Xenon himself didnt know exactly why he was feeling that way.

That night.

He sent the report using a magic communicator.

[ Based on a cool-headed reason, it is judged that she has the ability to convince others by touching their emotions.

The opposite side of humanity. In other words, it is possible to thoroughly play the human figure who is very empathetic, warm, and can speak words of comfort.

Therefore, Princess Viola Veratoux perfectly proved her ability as a white Veratoux to be very outstanding. ]

An explanation was added there.

[ Looking at her daring and ability to cut off the Viscounts ear, it is judged that she is also very talented as a black Veratoux. Of course, it was a deliberate act made with thorough calculations as a white Veratoux.

Both her black and white Veratoux abilities are excellent.

I am making it clear, that this is the personal opinion of the butler, Xenon. ]

As he gazed out the window after sending the report,

Huh?

But, he had a strange feeling.

What?

Below.

He could feel an energy, but at least, it wasnt the energy of Viscount Seal. This energy was obviously from a trained person.

Who?

The energy was heading towards Violas bedroom.

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