I Played the Role of the Adopted Daughter Too Well

Tundra bowed his head slightly toward the Third Prince.

The Third Prince spends most of his time outside the winter castle, carrying out his full-fledged missions.

It is difficult to see within the Duchys family.

I feel an ominous energy.

He didnt seem to have come here with good motives. It looked like a hyena looking for its prey.

Thud. Thud.

The distance between the two grew closer.

Oh, youre Violas toy? No, the mongrel dog?

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Dogs usually bow deeply when they see their owners, dont they?

Tundra was not pushed by the momentum of the Third Prince, Kundo. His eyes were different from those of Violas.

My master is Princess Viola. Prince.

Doing the minimal greeting, Tundra raised his head and looked at the third Lord. The Third Prince was already known to have surpassed that of the Imperial Knights.

So, you cant bow down to me?

Pft. He burst out laughing

Owner and dog, theyre funny ones.

What are you doing here?

Am I obligated to report it to you?

No, but its surprising. Isnt this the first time the Third Prince has visited this place? Besides, you smell like blood.

Therefore?

I know its not polite to meet people with the smell of blood on them. Am I wrong?

Clearly, Kundos body smelled of thick blood. He doesnt know for sure, but it seems like he came back after killing a lot of people or monsters. And, if he looked closely, he could see there was red blood on the end of his sleeve.

Kundo smiled lightly and said, Dont get in the way, mongrel dog.

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Know your place.

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Where do you talk about human etiquette as a dog?

Kundo lightly touched Tundras shoulder.

It looked like he was dusting it off.

A dog just barks when it sees its owner, wags its tail and barks.

Power entered Tundras eyes. Still, he couldnt make a fuss here.

The master is over the room.

He couldnt get a kick out of where the master was. Hounds only bite their prey when ordered.

Hey, Tundra.

Yes. Third Prince.

Kundo chuckled as he spoke the next word.

Bark.

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Tundra looked at Kundo silently.

He wasnt really angry. Tundras dream was to be a dog, and it wasnt uncomfortable to call himself a dog.

Do it, you bastard.

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Tundra didnt say it, which was against Kundos heart.

Even his eyes that were still alive are annoying.

Woof. Woof. Try barking.

Again, you are the Third Prince of Veratoux, but you are not my master.

Thats right. Well learned. Thats a good dog.

Kundo chuckled once more.

Spit!

He spat at Tundras face. At that, he did not avoid it. Tundra just stood there like a wooden stone.

Im sorry. I coughed without realizing it. Now, wipe it with this.

Kundo held out his handkerchief.

It was a handkerchief stained with bluish poison.

Just then.

Violas room door was opened. Thats about it. Brother.

The Iron-Blood Princess Viola opened the door herself and came out.

Viola, who was about to rest in her room, was slightly startled.

It was the voice of the Third Prince, Kundo. It was as if he was arguing loudly, to make everyone listen.

He has come.

Third Prince, Kundo.

She remembered various settings of Kundo. Nineteen years old. Kundo was a successor candidate with a great sense of inferiority to the First Princess, and he was learning swordsmanship similar to that of Tundra.

He was a swordsman who mainly mastered Verratoux First Swordsmanship in the novel setting.

He also had so much power that he couldnt find an opponent at his age. Kundo was described as sultry and dangerous.

The other thing is

He was a man with hateful contempt for the white Veratoux. This was because he firmly believed that Veratouxs strength came only from strong force.

Kundo turned his head to look at Viola.

Thats enough, isnt it? Are you giving orders?

Its not an order, its a request.

Request?

At the polite words, Kundos eyes drew a half-moon. He seemed to like the answer.

Yes.

If its a request, should I do it more politely? What would you like me to do?

I wish you would stop making the butler and maids flustered and carefully get out of my room.

In an instant, Kundos body flinched.

Well, the butler isnt here.

Kundo turned his headone hundred and eighty degrees turn in an abnormal way. He stared behind his back.

And, at the end of the hallway, a maid was standing there.

The maid is over there. The maid was flustered to see you.

He smirked.

Ill just get rid of the maid, right? Then, theres no one to see.

Murderous energy gushed out of Kundos body.

Violas gaze reached Tundra. Saliva was dripping down Tundras cheeks.

The moment she saw it, Viola almost lost her mind.

This son of a

He spat on that face. The Third Prince is garbage.

Come here.

Viola beckoned to him.

Tundra with all his senses turned towards her, ran towards Viola. As she made eye contact with Tundra. He flinched.

He was spat on, he was insulted

Ah

That sort of thing didnt matter.

Just making eye contact with her was nice. If he had a tail, it would have swayed softly.

These are the eyes of the master.

In the lavender eyes, Tundras own face was reflected.

Meanwhile, Viola felt dizzy.

Im dizzy.

Meanwhile, Kundo strode towards the maid. The maid seemed very frightened of him. Her legs were trembling, and cold sweat was dripping down.

A,ah Ah sa, save!

Without realizing it, a groan leaked out. Her head turned white.

White breath leaked from Violas mouth.

Youre like garbage tainted with an inferiority complex.

Hearing that, Kundos body twitched. He looked back.

Violas eyes were dyed red.

Yes, this is it.

This is it

This was what Kundo had wanted from Viola. Meanwhile, the maid ran away, but he didnt care. He wanted to see this.

Not the white Veratoux.

The appearance of a black Veratoux

Beautiful.

That murderous energy. A very special star recorded only in historical books. A human born with murderous energy.

Kundo turned around, keeping his gaze on her.

Violas body was gone.

Kundo hurriedly swung his sword.

Oh. Thats fast.

Violas dagger touched Kundos greatsword. At that moment. her body moved as if it were gliding.

Kundo read the movement.

Its elegant.

It was elegant and fast.

Didnt they say she was ten years old?

Ten years old.

But, her movements were fast.

Our great sister Medea wouldnt have been like this when she was ten years old.

At that time. Kundo took a step back and swung his sword wide.

Veratoux First Swordsmanship Chapter One. The Five-Pointed Stars.

As if a gray energy was leaking from Kundos greatsword, and then a pentagon was created and then disappeared.

Violas body rolled away. She made flips in the air and landed in place.

Blood flowed from Violas mouth.

A child who didnt learn Veratouxs swordsmanship at the age of ten achieved this much. Hoho, oh dear. I was defending myself. You did the attack, and you were injured because of it. You got it? I didnt use violence on purpose.

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Well, anyway. It doesnt matter because there are no witnesses.

There was a great physical shock.

The shock made Viola come to her senses.

Will the real Viola come out?

After all, the purebloods of Verratoux were also beaten by monsters.

The ten-year-old Viola could not defeat the nineteen-year-old Third Prince. He deliberately told her what technique he was using. He had enough room to tell her the swordsmanship formula while moving his body. Anyway, Kundo seemed to be feeling better.

I prepared a present to commemorate meeting my little sister.

He opened the subspace, and he pulled out something.

Drip, drip.

Blood dripped.

It was a cat bleeding profusely. It was barely holding its breath.

Kundo slapped the cat recklessly, tak!

Throw.

The cat touched Violas paw. It was wriggling in pain. It looked up at Viola with pathetic eyes, barely breathing.

Viola was heartbroken.

Its too late to heal

She lifted the dagger she was holding in her hand.

Rest in peace.

Third year after possession, this could be done without difficulty. The cat, who was having a hard time even breathing, was sent to a place where it no longer hurts.

She shifted her gaze to Tundra.

Tundras chest was going up and down.

He was breathing heavily and seemed to be controlling his anger.

Tundra. Its okay.

There was one way to stabilize Tundra.

Wait.

Tundra was like a dog. Like a puppy waiting for its prey in front of it, his body stiffened.

Angry.

He didnt do anything even though he was by her side. He was so upset that he felt like crying. Even though Viola knew Tundras heart, she did not express it.

She opened her mouth.

Its a shame. brother.

So, why did the great talented youngest choose the white Veratoux? In fact, wasnt that Veratoux a coward?

Viola shook her head.

Thats not what I meant.

Viola wiped her lips, where the blood flowed

She wiped and walked slowly. Then, stood right in front of Kundo and whispered softly.

Its a pity for our first meeting. You piece of s***.

At the same time, from the far end, someone appeared. They were emitting a strong vibe like a storm.

Your greeting is very wrong.

Viola chuckled.

Do you think so, brother?

She didnt survive three years for nothing.

Now, the situation was reversed.