Chapter 3
Viola said,
“Bring me a pen and the poison of a red frog.”
“The red frog poison? That’s a pretty powerful neurotoxin.”
Viola only flinched internally.
The gaze he had hidden with the smile in Xenon’s eyes was troublesome.
She felt as if he was reading everything in her mind.
She knew him from the novel, but it was still a little scary.
“Sir, what’s your role in this family?”
“My role is to help and watch over the Princess.”
“Then you should stick to that role.”
Xenon nodded and bowed his head.
“You’re right.”
He raised his back and smiled. Stick to your role. That was a very Verratoux remark.
“Please expect it to come in twelve minutes.”
And precisely twelve minutes later, there was a knock.
It was not even a second late.
The magical clock, which did not allow even 1/10,000 seconds of error, was made by the Master magician of this era, showed that exactly twelve minutes had passed.
I got goosebumps.
“Here’s a git pen, and a red frog’s poison. I also brought you a note just in case you need it, Princess.”
“Excellent.”
Viola sat at her desk and thought about what would happen tomorrow.
There are not many ordinary people in this family.
That’s what the world is like.
Most of them are twisted and broken characters.
The same goes for Vixen, the fifth Prince, who she will meet tomorrow.
He would be growing into… a murder machine that kills innocent people.
He has been trained since he was born.
He was described as a man that didn’t have any guilt for killing people.
There wasn’t even a hint of innocence and kindness in his body.
‘Tomorrow.’
The story will begin tomorrow.
Viola bit her lips.
‘I must survive.’
She decided to do her very best.
***
Viola dressed up in a very extravagant manner.
She touched the cloth with her hand. After touching it, she could feel the soft silk that was about to melt.
It was a bloody red dress.
There was no inconvenience in wearing it because the bottom is not that long.
She then waited for Vixen.
He is eight years old.
His name is Vixen.
He is also the most annoying rival of Viola at the beginning of the novel.
Phew.
I figured it was time for him to come.
Knock, Knock
I heard a knock on my door.
“Come in.”
Then, the door opened.
The blonde little boy walking around is Vixen, an aspiring murderer, and my one year older brother.
‘Cute…?’
Viola almost laughed because he looked like a little boy in a suit with suspenders.
‘No, don’t be fooled.’
That guy is Vixen. A murderer.
I shouldn’t lower my guard.
Vixen’s face had no expression.
He spoke harshly.
“I don’t want to be rude, but to think you’re my sister.”
But Viola knew.
That isn’t the real Vixen.
「 Vixen thought hard about the introduction to Viola’s room. Let’s show a scary side. For example, Khun, the third prince, had the same look as him. 」
Viola, who has seen it in the same way, gets into a big fight with Vixen.
Both get hurt badly. From there, the relationship between the two begins to get tangled.
But that was a lie from Vixen.
Vixen actually wanted a younger brother. ‘All his older brothers and sisters have a younger brother, but he’s the only one who doesn’t have one.’
So Vixen has always expected to have a younger brother.
Later, Viola was adopted.
「 Isabella, Vixen’s mother would say .」
“Vixen, that child is not qualified to be your sibling.”
“Why?”
“It’s a vulgar thing that she doesn’t have Verratoux’s blood. She’s not your sister, she’s just a lamb.”
[Lamb, in this case, are used for/is referred to/as a sacrificial offering]
“Then, can we just say hello?”
“You can do it. Make sure that child knows they are not qualified to be your sibling.”
Viola, who knew the whole story, grinned.
The young acolyte, who pretends to be cruel and scary, is actually a promising murderer in a cute way and wanted a younger brother.
Crucially, Vixen is very weak at arguing.
“What if I’m not your sibling?”
“That’s…”
What did his mother say?
That’s right!
“You’re a sacrifice.”
“I see.”
Vixen seemed a little embarrassed.
‘Why aren’t you angry?’
Are you a fool?
Can I even get angry if you’re ignoring it because you’re stupid?
‘Then, I’m very disappointed.’
I thought it would have been better if he was angry.
It’s not like Verratoux to hold back an insult.
“Why aren’t you angry?”
“Do you want me to be angry?”
“I insulted you. You should be angry.”
“What.”
Vixen blinked and looked at Viola.
He forgot his initial purpose that he should look solemn and brutal.
He observed Viola with eyes full of murderous intent.
‘What are you doing?’
Hit!
At the very same moment, Vixen flinched.
What is this?
Looking back, a pen was stuck in the wall.
I felt a sharp pain from my cheek.
“Wow.”
I touched my cheek.
“You’re good at throwing!”
He said in pure admiration.
Vixen was convinced that Viola had thrown an ink pen in a very sophisticated way.
Just a little touch.
But Viola’s innermost thoughts weren’t thinking that.
‘Oh, I made a mistake.’
I wasn’t really used to it yet because I wasn’t physically used to it.
I tried to scare him by throwing it next to him, but I hurt his face instead.
‘A-are you okay?’
The nib of the ink pen was sharp, and Vixen’s cheeks seemed to sting.
‘If I did something wrong, I would be in big trouble.’
My heart pounded.
What if he poked me in the eye by accidentally?
“How did you do that so fast?”
I couldn’t even see it properly.
Fortunately, Vixen didn’t scream or get angry.
Instead, he seemed satisfied with Viola’s response.
“Are you warning me?”
At that moment, a cold sweat fell on Viola’s back.
The look in his eyes showed a flash of rage.
It seemed.
“You are an interesting sib-, no, sacrifice!”
Viola asked back, desperately grabbing her trembling legs.
“Interesting?”
“Yeah. Your warning was really amazing.”
A finely calculated trajectory.
Faster and sharper than an arrow.
Everything was way above Vixen’s expectations.
Vixen saw no hesitation in Viola’s eyes.
She was born with a murderous nature. It seemed that the word was just right.
Though it was not Viola’s intention, he felt a thrill when Viola did that.
“I’m glad you’re nuts.”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Can you hug me?”
Vixen spread his arms.
Even though he was spreading his arms, he didn’t realize that Viola is like a cute doll because she’s too tiny! He almost screamed.
Viola just stared at Vixen for a while.
Vixen said with cold eyes.
“Do you not want to?”
Hugging for Verratoux is not something so simple.
The act of hugging an opponent by the Duke of Verratoux is a way of body inspection and weakness.
Viola nodded.
“All right.”
“Hahaha.”
Vixen then embraced Viola.
“I like you. Who’s better at killing between us? I’m really curious. Hehe.”
He recognized Viola as his rival.
Viola’s heart became heavy.
“I’ll admit… I accept you.”
Being recognized by Vixen meant that she is recognized as a rival in the most brutal succession race.
“Let’s do well in the future. Hehe.”
Hearing those words, Viola stiffened up.
However.
I heard a voice from behind.
“Prince Vixen, how are you? I am the butler, Xenon, assigned to the youngest Princess.”
Xenon, dressed neatly in a suit, was smiling in the corner.
“Good. Why?”
“The Duke has given her ten days.”
He continued, “Don’t touch her for ten days.”
“And what about it?”
“I’d appreciate it if you would step back.”
A mysterious atmosphere formed between the two.
“I don’t want to.”
“Then, I have no choice but to file a formal report.”
“Report?”
“Yes, I am also playing the role of her butler, watchman, and reporter.”
“Watch? Report? Why?”
“It’s suspicious. She had calmness at that age.”
Vixen scratched his head.
“Don’t you usually keep that as a secret?”
“It wasn’t a secret order.”
Xenon continued with a carefree smile.
“Anyway, I have the authority to post reports. Though, of course, I don’t want to post any report.”
“Tsk.”
Vixen let Viola go. His face was filled with smiles.
In the meantime, he put a lot of hope into Viola.
It was a life filled with curiosity and joy.
Viola felt a piercing in her lungs from his intense energy.
He was like a promising killer.
She then made up her mind once again.
‘I have to get him on my side.’
It was obvious that if she failed, whether it snow or rain, she would still end up with a knife in her.
Hehehehe! She smiled. In fact, that was the case in the original story. Such circumstances are not acceptable.
Vixen waved his hand.
“See you again sis-… no. Sacrifice!”
Whew.
He almost called her his sister.
Vixen went outside, controlling his astonished inner thoughts.
No.
I am passing out. He couldn’t walk further and collapsed.
“Ohhh, the world is spinning.”
He laid down and murmured.
“Am I flying?”
[Flying, referring here as something like dying.]
The red frog poison seemed to have spread.
Viola looked at Vixen, and he is so resistant to poison that this didn’t happen sooner.
“That was a splendid welcome. It’s the perfect victory for the Princess. If the Princess is willing to kill, you would have died today.”
Xenon went to her side.
Viola’s purple hair flattered while she smiled timidly.
Though strangely, her shining eyes were hard to read.
“Is that why you asked me to get a pen and a frog poison?”
“Yes.”
“But, Princess.”
Viola put on a haughty look on purpose.
But inside, she is terrified.
‘What would I say if he asked me why I told him to prepare this in advance?’
I knew everything before I possessed this very character.
So, I should tell him to be ready in advance, or they’d be hunted by a witch.
But that was not the kind of question that Xenon asked.