입양딸 역할을 지나치게 잘해버렸다 146화

In every novel, there’s always a protagonist.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that the novel exists for the protagonist, by the protagonist, and because of the protagonist.

And in this story, the male lead was Tundra. He had slain the ghost designated as the ruler of the first floor and swept away all the newly appeared monsters. With the bloodshed, he swore with truth and earnestness, vowing to become someone’s knight in this place. With all these conditions in place, the ancient hero Halcon’s arrangement revealed itself. A voice was heard from somewhere. -I loved my friend Arge as a friend.

-I took my friend’s life for the sake of righteousness. Although it was the right thing to do, I was very sad and couldn’t find peace in sleep. Various explanations followed. In short, Halcon, in his old age, visited this place and buried his sword in a special way.

He intended to bury the sword that took my friend’s life alongside where my friend lay asleep.

The entire temple hummed with an echo.

Puddles of blood began to bubble and break away.

‘That’s… the place where Tundra took his oath earlier, right?’

This was truly a miracle. It could indeed be called a protagonist buff.

‘The sworn spot was where Halcon’s sword was buried?’

It seemed to have pierced through the exact spot. They say if a protagonist falls forward, it’s fate, and if they fall backward, it’s luck.

Experiencing that in real time left me feeling utterly deflated. After all, shouldn’t I be the real protagonist here?

The male lead and the female lead. It’s hard to judge who the true protagonist is, but the shadow of Bellatu generally progressed through Viola’s perspective.

But why am I in this state!”

Sigh. A sigh escaped involuntarily.

‘Anyway… that looks amazing.

The ink sword that appeared on its own radiated a subtle aura.

The sword that beheaded Arge, who was known as the great Dark Magician back then.

Tundra approached it as if the sword had originally belonged to him and smoothly drew it out.

In that instant, crack! Sparks flew.

There was some resistance, but Tundra could manage the sword’s energy without too much difficulty.

The aura seeping from the sword spread through Tundra’s whole body and rippled.

Tundra heard a voice from the sword.

-Do you think you are worthy of possessing me? Tundra answered concisely.

“Of course.”

Tundra instinctively sensed it. This ink sword was a treasure. It wasn’t that he craved the treasure, but he felt that with this treasure, he could become a more excellent knight.

Having this treasure would greatly aid him in protecting Viola.

-What makes you so desperate? Just as Tundra instinctively felt the sword, the sword felt Tundra accurately.

It read Tundra’s desperation.

“Because I promised.”

Viola had once reached out her hand to him. Now it was time for him to extend his hand to Viola.

“Because that promise weighs heavily.”

The ink sword seemed to find Tundra’s words quite agreeable. -My name is Oltega. I am glad to have met a good owner.

*

The Quilton family that deals with shadows.

Not much is known about the Quilton family.

However, no one doubts the existence of the Quilton family. They have made appearances throughout major events on the continent for a long time, showing a power akin to that of demons. The most recent official activity was 25 years ago during the Great War. The two girls dispatched from the Quilton family swept through the battlefield.

They were called the Shadow Sisters and reigned as a source of terror for their enemies. The two women referred to as the Shadow Sisters.

One was Isabella Quilton, the current lady of Bellatu, and the other was Quesa Quilton, the head of the Quilton family.

Quesa Quilton frowned slightly.

In her hand was a blood-stained letter. ‘Move the assassins of the Silver Shadow Society?’

Several organizations existed within the Quilton family, with the Silver Shadow Society being the highest elite group that only the most skilled assassins could join. It was essentially the Quilton family’s top combat force. Quesa fiddled with her red hair and read the letter multiple times.

‘Just to kill a mere 13-year-old child?’

The target of the request was Viola. Recently, she had made a name for herself as the Iron-Blooded Princess.

That girl had apparently wrecked Bichen. She must be quite angry.

‘Isn’t it a bit much to mobilize the assassins of the Silver Shadow Society for something so trivial?’

If commands were issued for such matters, even the elders of the Silver Shadow Society would be displeased. Yet, refusing the request of her beloved older sister, Isabella, was also awkward. ‘I was just getting bored, so this works out.’

Quesa Quilton rose from her seat. She opened the window.

Tonight happened to be a dark night without moonlight.

Quesa pointed her finger into the air.

A small moan escaped from the void.

A poisoned dagger appeared in Quesa’s fingers.

“Son, your presence was too loud.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it was actually a decent attempt. Your skills have improved a lot.”

A boy, remarkably resembling Quesa, stood before her. His flaming red bangs fluttered in the wind.

Eyes deep with purpose.

His skin, as pale and white as someone who had never seen sunlight, was reminiscent of a pretty boy.

The boy’s name was Kirael Quilton.

He was Quesa’s only son and the sole heir to the Quilton family.

He had also been training in assassination today, and unsurprisingly, he had failed. “Thanks to you, Mother.”

Quesa affectionately patted the boy’s head. Kirael didn’t seem to mind his mother’s touch.

Shadows rippled behind Kirael.

It was a phenomenon caused by an excessively strong aura.

“Where are you going, Mother?”

“To kill the target.”

“Are you going personally?”

“Seems like I have to.”

Kirael Quilton thought the target must be truly unfortunate, regardless of who it was. “Did they commit a grave sin?”

“They harmed the child of my beloved sister.”

“That was a terrible thing to do. But, could it be… that the sinner is the famous Young Noblewoman Viola, who’s been causing a ruckus lately?”

“You know well.”

“Yes, she’s of my age.”

“One year older than you.”

“She’s accomplished so much despite only being a year older.”

“You need not rush, my son. Bellatu must accomplish much outwardly, but Quilton is different. Quilton does not place importance on worldly honor, understand?”

“Yes, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Kirael nodded and fell into deep contemplation. “What are you thinking so deeply about?”

“Will you really kill her?”

“For now.”

“Is it possible that you won’t?”

Quesa smiled softly. “There are two cases. One is that I fail in the assassination.”

“That’s highly unlikely. The only one to survive among your assassination targets has been father. It’s impressive that he’s still alive now. So what’s the other case?”

“The other is that the girl simply appeals to me.”

Quesa does not kill indiscriminately. She makes her own judgments and has principles regarding whom to kill.

Even if they are an enemy or a target, if they appeal to her, she will not kill them.

“Both cases seem exceedingly slim.”

Kirael’s gaze sank deeply. Viola would surely be found as a cold corpse in the coming days.

The flower that had just begun to bloom was destined to wither.

Kirael found that undeniably regrettable.

‘I thought she would become my excellent rival.’

It was disappointing. It’s just that Viola was simply unlucky. He hesitantly held his mother’s hand.

“Please come back safely.”

Quesa smiled at her son’s concern, seeming to enjoy it. Kneeling, she lightly kissed her son’s forehead.

She sensed her son’s true feelings.

“If you have something to say, say it straight.”

“Can I make one request?”

“If it is worthwhile, go ahead.”

“Please lower the threshold a little. I would appreciate it if you would look favorably upon Viola.”

“Why?”

“I think she could become my worthy rival. Hearing about her motivates me a lot.”

Quesa liked her son’s words. However, she didn’t give a response to it. “Don’t neglect your training.”

Quesa’s figure then vanished.

*

Zeno gasped the moment he saw the ink sword Oltega.

“What a great sword, Tundra. Congratulations.”

Zeno smiled brightly. Although he wasn’t quite sure what had happened in the Black Temple, he knew something major had occurred. When Viola and Tundra emerged, the Black Temple had crumbled away.

“Why did the Black Temple collapse?”

“Because I completed my mission.”

In simple terms, the Black Temple was the sword’s repository for Oltega. Now that the sword was gone, the temple had lost its purpose and thus crumbled.

Sheilan, who was currently disguising himself as a coachman, was also observing Tundra with admiration.

‘What kind of monster is that?’

He had somewhat gotten used to monsters. Observing Viola’s growth rate, he had decided to accept most things as they were.

Sheilan, who had given up on being astonished anymore, found Tundra’s growth simply unbelievable.

‘He’s completely transformed into a different person.’

This was something that didn’t make sense by any logical standard. He had decided to give up on thinking logically about it. ‘I guess this is just how it is.

Thinking that way made his mind feel at ease.

Having experienced so many strange occurrences, merely operating the Enhanced Grass Sword without any mistakes felt less miraculous.

He simply accepted that too.

Viola, Tundra, and Zeno then boarded the carriage.

“We will depart now.”