입양딸 역할을 지나치게 잘해버렸다 033화

“My name is Viola Bellatu. I am seven years old this year.”

Within this seemingly simple introduction lay a serious warning.

First, I revealed that I was a Bellatu.

“Be, Bellatu?”

“Did you say Bellatu?”

Viola snickered inwardly.

‘They approached without knowing I was a Bellatu?’

It seemed like these were mercenaries hired after a request from Hela.

They received a request without even knowing who they were dealing with.

‘Well, if they were properly sane mercenaries, they wouldn’t take such a job.’

A mission to kidnap a child.

They aimed to abduct a powerless little girl from a fallen noble family and sell her as a slave.

There was no way they could be proper mercenaries.

They must have committed numerous atrocities.

Thus, without proper vigilance and worries, they accepted this task without a second thought.

The masked ones, momentarily flustered, soon burst into incredulous laughter.

“You’re Bellatu?”

“Bellatu roaming around in such a remote place all alone? Hahaha!”

“Sure, you are Bellatu!”

They didn’t believe Viola’s words.

“First, I revealed that I am a Bellatu, and secondly, that I’m seven.”

“What could this little lady possibly be relying on to be this bold?”

The masked ones chuckled as they approached.

“This place, Winter Castle, is under strict orders from Duke Heron to protect all children under ten. Yet here you are, trying to threaten me with a weapon.”

I muttered softly.

“Filthy scum.”

I was certain they were trash, but I asked just in case.

“How many children have you kidnapped to sell as slaves?”

“At least over twenty.”

They said that as if bragging.

“No, brother. Didn’t we just do a big batch last time? Over thirty.”

“Oh, right.”

For them, kidnapping and selling slaves seemed to be a point of pride.

They chuckled.

“Especially kids like you, who look so noble, get sold at a high price.”

Viola extended her hand.

“Zeno, clean water.”

Something in the shadow of Viola began to writhe and rise.

The masked ones were taken aback.

A level that could completely hide its presence within the shadows.

A level impossible for the masked ones to achieve.

“Here it is.”

Holding a bottle of spring water, Viola poured the water into her palm to wash her ears.

“I heard some filthy words.”

“Y-you, what are you!”

The masked ones aimed their weapons at Zeno.

Zeno smiled brightly.

The man who appeared to be the leader among the four tilted his head.

“Uh…?”

He didn’t even see it coming.

Feeling slightly dizzy.

Thud.

His body collapsed.

No one moved.

They all got poisoned. Their bodies ceased to move, and their mouths wouldn’t open.

They had turned to stone.

“The one who fell is under extreme poison. The remaining three are under paralysis poison. I’ll give you a choice.”

Zeno grinned as he spoke.

“In one hour, the fallen gentleman will die anyway.”

“You can take the author and escape from Winter Castle within an hour. If you do, I’ll spare the remaining three.”

Killing inside Winter Castle is forbidden.

Thus, killing a person within Winter Castle complicates matters.

“From now on, I’ll start counting, and your poisons will be lifted. 10. 9…”

When I counted all the way down,

Zeno snapped his fingers.

Miraculously, the paralysis poison was lifted.

“Choose. Do you want to die together from extreme poison, or should one person die and the rest live?”

“I, I, I will leave!”

“You have one hour.”

“Ah, understood.”

They lifted the fallen man.

The remaining three began to run.

Viola smiled leisurely as she spoke.

“Sister. If you don’t come out right now, I’ll kill everyone in the Terra Guild.”

And for a moment, she pondered.

But Viola needed to adapt to this world.

Empty threats hold no power.

She steeled her heart.

“And Zeno, kill that lot the moment they leave Winter Castle.”

* The door of ‘Moonlit Night’ opened again.

The sound of wheelchair wheels rolling echoed.

A silver-haired girl sat in the wheelchair, coming closer, pushing the wheels with her frail arms.

“I thought we agreed not to bring the butler.”

“I didn’t mention bringing these vermin either.”

“I didn’t bring them. I just leaked information that the fallen noble’s young lady would come here.”

Viola snickered.

She was spouting words she didn’t mean.

“You should be grateful that I brought the butler, sister.”

“Why’s that?”

Viola looked toward Zeno, mimicking the original Viola.

“If I hadn’t brought him…”

She smirked.

“I would have killed them all.”

If Bellatu’s pureblood commits murder within Winter Castle, the incident grows into a significant matter.

An inspection team from the duke’s mansion would come directly to investigate the incident’s truth.

“I’ve made it clear that I’m a Bellatu, and I already mentioned I’m seven.

Still, they dared to threaten me, and I killed them all. It would have been self-defense.”

Viola wanted to cry.

‘Damn! I messed up that pronunciation again!’

Fortunately, Hela didn’t catch on.

“I also have to take my share of responsibility, but who will bear the greatest loss? The one who engaged in such dirty and petty acts, unworthy of being a Bellatu, will suffer the most, right? Your position will surely diminish, sister. In fact, I might even receive praise.”

Hela momentarily fell silent.

Viola stood in front of Hela and locked eyes with her.

“I thought highly of you. I still think highly of you.”

Original Viola despises such backstabbing.

She believes in schemes and cunning tricks as cowardly tactics.

But Han Ah-rin was different.

Hela was putting in her best effort, and Han Ah-rin was one of the readers cheering for her.

“So I’ll let you live.”

One of the masked men flinched at the locked gaze between Viola and Hela.

What kind of fierce look does a seven-year-old have?

That gaze surely spoke of someone who had killed before.

It seemed as though she was a different kind of race by birth.

Though still young, the impression is she would become a murderer as she grows.

“Sister, why did you lie to me?”

“Since you brought the butler, how about we call it even?”

Viola chuckled.

“Okay, let’s call it even.”

I felt a little relieved.

‘Thank goodness I’m a reader.’

If I had come here without any knowledge, I would have been greatly flustered.

“I’ll push you.”

Viola walked behind Hela.

Zeno came closer.

“I’ll push you, my princess.”

“It’s fine. She’s my sister.”

Hela’s body flinched.

‘It’s fine. She’s my sister.’

Those words sounded strangely not bad.

Viola’s demeanor from just a moment ago felt different from now.

‘No, it’s not different.

What if Viola had shown a flustered or foolish side?

If so, those words wouldn’t have come across warmly.

‘Instead, it would have seemed pitiful.’

Because of the demeanor Viola displayed.

Having already proven her ability as an absolute being.

That’s why it felt warm.

Even if it’s the same words, it sounds completely different depending on who says it.

Viola pushed the wheelchair.

“So, where is the real Terra Guild?”

*

Hela engaged in conversation with Viola.

During their chat, there was a particularly amusing part.

Viola said,

“Of course, money is the best.”

“…Money?”

“One needs money to live. With money, even ghosts can be summoned.”

“How blunt.”

Hela chuckled.

“Viola, you’ve become a noble lady of the duke’s house.”

“I know.”

“But can you speak such vulgar words? Money is the best?”

“Does sister dislike money?”

Of course, she didn’t.

In the future, Hela would become an immense magnate.

With her wits and skills, she would achieve great success.

Viola knew Hela well.

“I’ve thought about this since I was young.”

“Why can’t our nobles say they like money?”

“What’s so great about facade and pretense?”

Hela answered honestly.

“No. I do like it.”

“Then sister’s kind of vulgar too?”

“That might be true.”

A subtle smile graced Hela’s lips.

“You’re quite unique.”

“I know, I am.”

There’s no doubt many have gone mad in this world.

But none are as peculiar as those who have been reincarnated.

Viola thought so.

“Do you know why nobles don’t openly admit to liking money?”

“Why?”

“Because they’re well-fed pigs. They’ve never known hunger, so they pretend to be refined.”

In an instant, Hela burst out laughing.

Viola felt a flicker of light in her heart.

Such a setting existed in the original work.

“When Hela talked with someone she genuinely liked, she would laugh with a ‘kick!’ sound.”

Her heart felt a little lighter.

Hela had now opened the door to her heart.

Viola smirked inwardly.

‘Got it.

This sister.

I think she’ll surely be on my side now.

So adapting the words spoken by original Hela, I decided to launch a carpet bombing for Hela.

‘Here I go, aspiring wealthy sister!’

This was also mentioned in the novel.

“Wanting to earn money is a vulgar mindset outdated by the times.”

“So saying you want to earn money is nonsensical trash talk.”

“Don’t you think that’s vulgar?”

“Money is precious.”

Having lived in capitalist South Korea, Han Ah-rin knew well. Money is important.

“Is being happy because of having money a thing?”

“That’s true.”

It was also true for Viola.

Although she had become the adopted daughter of a golden spoons, being second to none, she couldn’t be entirely happy.

Was she not competing with her real brother for death?

Was she not abducting the male lead?

Was she not being threatened by masked thugs?

“Even with money, one can be unhappy. But do you know what it’s like without money?”

“What’s it like?”

“All are unhappy, and being without money is another layer of unhappiness. If I had the choice, being unhappy with money is certainly better than being unhappy without it.”

Hela laughed with a ‘kick!’ again.

“Those are not words a noble young lady should say. Nobles should endure even unhappiness to taste the sweetness of hardship.”

“Hardship is hardship; how can it be sweet?”

“You create that sweetness through mental training and cultivation.”

“Who says that?”

“Everyone says that.”

“Sounds insane.”

“Moreover, being poor doesn’t measure happiness.”

Viola smirked.

“Have they ever been hungry?”

“A noble wouldn’t have been hungry, right?”

A smile bloomed on Hela’s face too.

Talking with Viola was fun.

She didn’t have that distinctive noble vibe, which came across as quite refreshing to Hela.

Viola spoke without hesitation.

“What do you call that?”

“What do you call it?”

“Nonsensical talk.”

A light aura gathered on Viola’s face.

It certainly wasn’t intended.

It was an inherent energy of the character named Viola.

A life-sucking, haunting energy.

“I’ll kill all those mutts for you, sister.”

Just then, Zeno reported.

“We’ve killed them all.”

Viola didn’t respond.

It felt grim and fearful.

Yet she could not show it.

To Hela, that demeanor might have seemed as if murder was nothing significant.

She appeared like a noble lady of Bellatu who was accustomed to murder.

Time passed slightly.

They arrived in front of a building. It was a large one located at the corner of Seasonal Crossroad.

Viola was taken aback inwardly.

‘Not an aspiring wealthy child…’

It was no child dreamer.

Hela was already wealthy.

“Is this… your building, sister?”