I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well - Chapter 5
It was vague, but there was definitely a devastating passage. Someone suddenly appeared.
It was the butler of Vixen.
“Prince Vixen doesn’t want to meet anyone.”
“Prince Vixen says he wanted to meet her.”
“Prince Vixen says no.”
“The Princess says yes.”
Vixen’s butler frowned.
“Xenon, I’m warning you. Shut up.”
Their eyes met in the air.
Viola felt a spark flying between those two.
Xenon looked at her.
“That’s what they say. What should we do?”
“Can you do anything about it?”
Xenon looked at Viola and back at Vixen’s butler as he was trying to change his mind.
Vixen’s butler seemed absurd.
We’re discussing whether or not we can subdue him in front of other parties.
But he wasn’t altruistic enough because she is a Verratoux.
Xenon shrugged his shoulders and said.
“Well, as you know, all the people in this family are strong.”
“Can you do it or not?”
“It sounds difficult.”
Xenon took a dagger out from his arms and smiled warmly.
“Yes, but I’m not sure if I can.”
“Xenon, don’t be silly.”
“Aren’t we close enough to talk to each other?”
Xenon thrust a dagger into the butler’s neck.
“Are you going to ignore the laws of Winter Castle?”
“But I haven’t stabbed him yet.”
The moment it rained, he felt an eerie aura.
He hasn’t stabbed him yet, but what about the aftermath.
‘If it weren’t for me, you’d have been stabbed.’
The words seemed to be omitted.
Viola almost shivered.
Behind that warm expression and gentle smile, I can’t believe I would feel scared.
‘Don’t let them see that you’re afraid.’
She trudged away to hide her fear and walked fast.
I wanted to stay away from living. Viola’s ‘body’ feels alive, but Arin’s ‘spirit’ can’t handle it that much and was scared to handle this kind of situation.
Vixen’s room was quite large, so she had to walk for quite a while.
After Viola disappeared into the room, Xenon took a dagger.
“Did you see that?”
Vixen’s butler sighed.
“She didn’t miss the opportunity for the gap and the timing after I pushed against you.”
“Yes, there’s no delay at all.”
“Fast decision, action, and timeliness. It’s the basic virtue of Verratoux.”
Vixen’s butler gave all the rundown.
“If I had really stopped you, would you have stabbed me?”
“I suppose so, right?”
“You’re saying it so easily.”
“It’s better than lying.”
Xenon grinned and followed Viola inside.
“You have a good subordinate. Congratulations.”
“Are you really going to serve me?”
“Yes, for now. I think you have a lot of ambition and control.”
“Really? It’s not really out of the effort. I am born to be a ruler. Who would have thought? Ten minutes after we met, my first order was for you to find a neurotoxin that would poison my brother.”
“And you’ve been very reasonable about me. She acted like she was born and raised in Verratoux.”
“Is that possible?”
“I think it’s possible if you have a great insight and a clear appreciation of the reality and role you’re playing, based on your natural talent.”
If Viola heard it, she would have been in a hurry, and she would have breathed in really big.
‘Phew, it’s a long way from here. Vixen’s room is massive. It was likely to be two-hundred times.’
I couldn’t figure out which living room this was.
I opened the door.
He was right in front of me. Under the big window where the blue moon shines in. I could see Vixen, who was seriously injured, lying down.
I am scared. How should I express this feeling? I felt like I was facing a fierce beast on the verge of attacking. I felt fear for a moment.
Here, it’s a routine. It is not just a smell of blood, but a world where severed necks can be turned around. I had to get used to it.
I moved, trying to get closer to the boy.
‘That’s a terrible sight,’ Vixen is squatting under the window.
Viola crossed her legs in the chair in front of the table past Vixen. She then looked down at Vixen and said.
“Did you get hit a lot?”
I licked my lips.
I just did it because I thought Viola would lick her lips at times like this.
“I bled a lot. Though it was only a little today.”
I touched his chin while he was sobbing. I looked at Vixen’s body in a dignified manner.
Vixen’s eyes blushed. He was thinking, ‘rather than a red wound on my body, the burn on my mother is scarier and more painful?.’
“You must have been hurt.”
“Yes. My mother must have been very hurt.”
“It was your mother’s choice.”
“It’s my fault.”
“Really? Did you do something wrong?”
“Yes. I was a bad Vixen.”
The sight of Vixen, answering instantly suddenly broke my heart. Of course, the family I wanted was not like this. I bit my lips slightly.
Viola approached Vixen.
“Turn your back and sit.”
“Why? Are you going to stab me?”
Vixen tilted his head and talked back.
“We’re in the Winter Castle. You’ll be in trouble if you stab me.”
“I won’t stab you.”
With those words, she spoke in the most Viola-like way.
“One day, I’ll make you kneel under my feet.”
“The day will come when you crawl on the floor, open your stomach, and hide your tail like a dog.”
Vixen’s eyes started to look lively.
Viola wanted to cry.
I can’t believe you’re getting excited by this kind of nonsense.
“But I will lose this humble brother.”
“It’s no fun to trample on a humble brother.”
Vixen laughed as if he was having fun.
“That’s true. Hehe.”
Then, he turned his back.
“Like this, can you turn your back to me?”
Viola put ointment on her hands.
‘Oh, no matter how crazy the Duchess is in this fantasy world. This is just too much.’
Can we even call this general discipline?
If Vixen had an allergic reaction to the Isilla tree, then why would Isabella use that whip?
Vixen’s ears perked up.
He is like a rabbit.
He was wondering what Viola was taking out.
Vixen asked in a bright voice.
“Are you taking out a knife?”
Vixen became even more lively.
“Do you have hydrochloric acid?”
What on earth is going on in this guy’s head.
‘Oh, well, that’s just too much.’
No matter when, he only has a sting, hydrochloric acid, and poison in his head.
But he is still an eight-year-old child.
‘He’s so young.’
Arin, twenty-one, also had a small back.
This is too much.
How can a mother do this to her son?
How can an adult do this?
An eight-year-old child’s back is not supposed to look like this.
I carefully applied the medicine to the back of the child who had never gotten it applied before.
He was so embarrassed that he spoke strangely.
“What poison is this? I’ve never felt this way before.
“Not poison, but an ointment.”
Vixen couldn’t understand what Viola said for a while.
It didn’t cross his mind that ointment is a medication for treatment.
Probably because he has never put on ointment. Since no one has ever applied it on him.
Viola felt a little more heartbroken.
“I think you thought of ointment as a very special poison.”
It was very frustrating, absurd, and heartbreaking for her.
“I told you. I don’t want to kneel on my humble sibling.”
“Don’t get sick. I hope you get better soon.”
Viola said things she didn’t mean.
“That’ll make it more fun to kill.”
Vixen then tilted his head.
“Hmm. That’s weird.”
At the moment, Viola is a little surprised.
I was nervous because my acting was too awkward, but it didn’t look like it.
Vixen poked himself in the chest with his finger. It was near the heart.
“I felt a little fuzzy here. It feels strange.”
“Don’t get sick. I hope you get better soon.”
He felt really strange when he heard that.
He didn’t feel bad, but he felt like crying for some reason. It felt like he had never felt this kind of feeling in his life before.
“Why am I smiling and crying?”
He put on a serious face.
“Did you poison me?”
“What did you feed me?”
“But why are your eyes red? Did you poison yourself?”
Viola is not a psychopathic killer like the real Viola from the novel.
She had dreamed of a family more than anyone else, and she wanted to be in a warm family.
The scar on the back of an eight-year-old child turned a little red.
On the surface, he said.
“If I were going to poison you, I wouldn’t have given you such a lame poison.”
“Well, that’s true. Hehe.”
“And I almost got disappointed.”
“Prince of Verratoux showed his tears.”
“I cry when I’m sad.”
Viola knows everything. The reason why Vixen cried.
Your mother’s pain is more painful than your pain.
From now on, I decided to twist the original story. It was because of the strange discipline of Duchess Isabelle that made Vixen become a twisted murderer.
“If Duchess Isabella hadn’t hit you, nothing would have happened to you.”
“But it’s my fault.”
“Oppa, can I tell you why you’re so sad?”
“Is there a reason why I’m really sad?”
The reason why I don’t know much about young Vixen at this point.
No, I do know, but there is a reason why little Vixen is unconsciously rejecting her.
“You were physically persecuted in the Winter Castle. The law has never been broken.”
“But mother is.”
“That’s not true. I’m sure you know.”
After a while in the story, Vixen killed Duchess Isabella himself.
「 “Why did you do this to me?” 」
「 “I have to kill my mother. For the sake of the law.” 」
Vixen did not want to kill Duchess Isabella. He loved his mother, but because of the rules and the Duke’s laws, in the distant future, Vixen had to kill Duchess Isabella with his own hands in the distant future.
The day she was killed by Vixen, the Duchess replied with a smile.
「 “You have to kill your mother to become a true monarch.” 」
Duchess Isabella is dreaming of dying in her son’s hand one day.
In the hope that her son will grow stronger, only when he can kill his mother can he have a stronger mind. That was Duchess Isabella’s discipline’s direction.
「 “You’ve grown up well, my baby.” The Duchess smiled happily and died. 」
After the incident, Vixen was reborn as a true killing machine.
Viola shuddered at the thought of the story.
Oh, come to think of it again, this is a novel with characters that are not in the right mind.
“As time goes by, I have to kill my mother, who made me so twisted, with my own hands…?”
“It’s the law of Winter Castle.”
Time has passed for a little while.
Vixen turned and made eye contact with Viola.
“But you know what, Viola?”
Coming out from Vixen’s mouth were words that Viola had not expected.