Role of the Adopted Daughter Was Taken Too Seriously Episode 116

“I thought it was interesting. It’s an incident involving all three Duke Houses…

To restore the honor of the Duke of Mariantu, the Duke of Brandia stepped forward, and the Duke of Bellatu was set to duel with him. We are all noble families who respect our own honor and the honor of our opponents.”

Selbin struggled to hold back a yawn.

Yawning here could be seen as an insult to the Duke of Bellatu.

She fiercely pinched her thigh, battling the sleep that threatened to consume her.

“And so, I would like to make a proposal to Lady Selbin.”

Isabella pulled out a potion filled with a blue liquid from her dimensional pocket.

“This potion was created by a Water Mage in the past.”

Poltois flinched.

“A Water Mage…?”

“That’s right. She was the late wife of Duke Heron. She is now at peace along with the chrysanthemums.”

“I’ve heard of her reputation. They say she was the best potion maker on the continent.”

“That’s correct. She was elegant and beautiful, a noble with dignity, and at the same time, the continent’s most skilled potion maker.”

Even while sleepy, Selbin’s interest was piqued by the blue potion.

‘I wonder if it tastes good?’

If it tastes good, I’d want to try it.

It would be great if it were something sweet.

Thinking this helped me shake off some of the drowsiness.

“What is the reason for showing us this potion?”

“As I mentioned earlier, I believe we need to respect each other’s honor. We, the Bellatu family, cannot allow ourselves to lose in a duel.”

Poltois didn’t understand.

What could possibly be the connection between refusing to accept defeat and showing them a potion?

“We consider a victory obtained through an unfair duel to be a loss.”

“I understand the Duchess’s intentions.

But how is that related to the potion?”

“Viola is a strong child. You all know her as the White Bellatu, right?”

“Yes, that is what we know.”

“However, she is not just the White Bellatu. She is growing fast enough to be compared to the 1st Princess. As a Black Bellatu as well.”

At those words, Selbin’s eyes widened.

All sleepiness vanished.

“Really? So my sister Viola is strong?”

“Of course! You can’t just think of her as the White Bellatu.”

Isabella stated that she disliked unfair competition.

While saying that the Bellatu is a reasonable family pursuing fairness, she pointed out the age difference between the Black Bellatu and Lady Selbin.

“A three-year difference at that age cannot even be compared to that of adults. So we are offering the potion left by the Water Mage for a fair competition. It will lighten the body and help the flow of mana. It was developed for the Duke of Brandia, so there shouldn’t be much side effect.”

“Are there any side effects?”

“Light diarrhea, and if you’re unlucky, maybe a slight sense of weakness. However, such symptoms will disappear within two days.”

Poltois took hold of the potion.

“Thank you for the potion, but using it will be our discretion, correct?”

“Of course.”

Poltois hoped not to use this potion if possible.

She was thinking of taking this potion back to the Duke of Brandia for research.

‘I just hope this child doesn’t turn her eyes away during the duel.’

Poltois bowed politely.

“Truly, this is what the Bellatu is known for. The shield that guards the North. I feel once more that the rumors about the most honorable family are not mistaken. Thank you for your consideration.”

*

Viola buried her face in her pillow.

She needed to rest to prepare for the duel, but her mind was too troubled for her to relax properly.

‘Selbin. The Duke of Brandia.’

If the Bellatu is the shield of the North that blocks the monsters coming down from the Place Where the Eye Shines, then Brandia is the spear that repels the raiders from the Western Continent through the Yellow Sea.

– If one were to name the family that the people of the Western Continent fear and hate the most, it would be none other than the Duke of Brandia.

– The Duke of Brandia didn’t just stop at repelling the invasions from the West. They sometimes advanced into the Western Continent and captured numerous territories.

The Duke of Brandia had a strict rule.

To repay back what was done to them doubly.

The Duke of Brandia had been at the forefront of the war against the Western Continent for centuries, which gave them unmatched experience and prowess in battling against people.

‘The Bellatu specialized in fighting monsters, while Brandia was more accustomed to fighting people.’

And now she was going to fight against a Young Noblewoman of Brandia.

Viola had prepared and trained as best as she could, but still, it was inevitable that she felt fear and sadness.

It was already upsetting to have been reincarnated into a ruined romantic fantasy novel, but now a direct duel awaited her.

No matter how much she stomped her feet, the situation didn’t change.

She heard Zeno’s voice.

“Did you manage to rest well, Your Highness?”

No.

Could you even relax in your position?

But she calmly answered outwardly.

“Of course.”

“Still, Lady Selbin shows quite a remarkable growth for her age. I see no hint of tension whatsoever?”

“There is no reason to be tense.”

Viola had requested Seivan to cast makeup magic on her.

The eerie atmosphere around Viola intensified, and her dress perfectly concealed her psychological state.

“I will guide you to the dueling arena.”

Zeno extended a hand clad in white gloves.

Viola placed her hand on it and began to walk.

Zeno almost spoke up.

‘Please don’t get hurt.’

However, saying not to get hurt during a duel would be an insult to Viola.

So he only said silently inside.

‘I hope you don’t get hurt, Your Highness.’

It would be tremendously upsetting if Viola got hurt.

Though no one could see it, Zeno’s gaze sank deeply.

‘What if, by any chance, you got seriously injured, Your Highness?’

If she were to get severely hurt,

‘Then I’ll make sure it’s the same for them.’

If Viola’s arm got hurt, he would cut the opponent’s arm, and if Viola’s leg got hurt, he would cut the opponent’s leg.

No matter who the opponent was; he would do just that.

Zeno smiled brightly as they walked.

‘But I hope that such a thing won’t happen.’

*

Since all three of the Empire’s Duke Houses were entangled in this matter, the attention of the continent was focused on it.

In the training ground of Winter Castle, six reporters from a specially permitted news agency had taken their positions.

“Look over there. The 6th Princess is coming!”

Viola did not allow her face to be seen by the public.

So her face wouldn’t be published in the news, but they captured her image thoroughly with magic photography tools.

“Rumors couldn’t fully capture reality.”

“Right? That’s true.”

The news reporters couldn’t take their eyes off Viola.

Yet they also couldn’t meet her gaze.

There was a dangerous air that made them feel like they shouldn’t make eye contact.

Even those who had met many people and experienced various situations felt an unusual atmosphere for the first time.

“They say she has a Killing Star…”

One reporter, particularly sensitive to killing intent, felt goosebumps all over.

Not long after, Lady Selbin of the Duke of Brandia walked in.

Walking alongside Poltois, she had a somewhat different atmosphere from Viola.

The reporters were about to exclaim in awe.

‘S-so cute!’

If she were not the Young Noblewoman of Brandia,

they might have shouted out loud.

‘What is she eating?’

She held an egg tart in each of her hands, uniquely having taken just one bite from each.

“Amplify the voice. Let me hear what she says.”

As the voice was amplified through the magical photography device, a crystal clear voice rang out.

“I only took a bite because I didn’t want to waste it. I’ll buy more tomorrow.”

There were such words too.

“Really? You’re staying here a few more days? You absolutely must! I want to eat lots of delicious food before I go back.”

That sight was incredibly adorable and cute.

The reporters were filled with affection for her.

Without realizing it, they wished for the cute Lady Selbin to win.

But then, another heavyweight appeared on the scene.

“I will take charge of moderating the duel.”

A Star Knight, one of only about thirty existing on the continent, made their appearance.

The reporters, who had been frozen by the deadly aura and then melted by the refreshing cuteness, were now completely dazed.

“1st Princess, Medea!”

Though she was known as the black-haired witch in other continents, she was certainly no witch.

Entranced by her graceful beauty, the reporters kept clicking their shutters.

Of the six reporters, three were men and three were women, and they were indifferent to gender.

All six lost themselves in Medea’s presence.

“Sir Poltois, do you agree?”

“Of course. Having the 1st Star Knight as the moderator certainly lightens my heart.”

Medea stood in the center of the training ground without casting a single glance at Viola.

“From now on, I will preside over the duel. This duel was arranged by the Duke of Mariantu sending a challenge to the Duke of Bellatu, and the Duke of Mariantu has appointed Lady Selbin as the Black Knight, while the Duke of Bellatu has decided that Young Noblewoman Viola will personally partake in the duel.

I announce that Sir Reven of the Duke of Mariantu is in attendance. This is a sacred and honorable ground for dueling, and I, Medea, will not tolerate any acts that insult the honor of the three families.”

As Medea’s words concluded, Viola and Selbin faced each other.

Viola could read the thoughts contained within Selbin’s gaze.

I want to fight quickly!

This is exciting!

Et cetera.

It looked quite similar to Bichen’s expression.

Viola averted her eyes from Selbin.

To others, it would seem like Viola was ignoring Selbin.

‘Huh. Let’s just stick to what I’ve planned.’

Viola desperately tried to hide her trembling legs and steadied her heart before the duel.

This was something she had to experience at least once.

Medea spoke.

“Lady Viola and Lady Selbin, please face each other.”

The two stood facing one another.

“Before we begin the duel, I will allow both ladies to speak. Lady Selbin, you may go first.”

“I’ve come to duel on behalf of the honor of the Duke of Mariantu… uh, what was it?”

She scratched her head and shot a pleading glance at Poltois.

However, once the duel had begun, Poltois couldn’t intervene, and Selbin just fumbled over her words.

“Anyway, I’ve come to duel in place of Sena of Mariantu.”

Medea shifted her gaze to Viola.

Viola recited the lines she had prepared in advance.

“Lady Selbin, I can also use spirit magic.”

She said it in advance to prevent any follow-up words.

“I don’t mind!”

Selbin seemed fidgety, eager to begin the duel.

Yellow cream was smudged at the corner of her mouth.

“Then let the duel begin.”

Thus, Medea announced the start of the duel.

But then something completely unexpected happened.