Chapter 15

I ended up playing the role of the adopted daughter a bit too well. In episode 15, Jeonni brought two dresses.

One was white, and the other was blue.

Both were adorned with beautiful jewels and accessories, and were covered in dazzling lace.

Naturally, they weren't Viola's taste.

"They're both terrible."

"These are the clothes that seven-year-old young ladies love the most, Lady."

That was the problem.

Her body was seven years old, but her mind was that of a 21-year-old adult.

There was no way she would be satisfied with such princess dresses.

"You'd look cute in them."

"There's no way."

What kind of test is this?

'If only I could have been a cute character.'

Then maybe I could have had a sweet romantic fantasy world where I could say "Puu! Kya! Pii! Poo!" to my dad, brother, or sister and be loved.

'I'm doomed. Cuteness is over.'

Viola looked at her face in the mirror several times.

No one suited the role of a villainess better than her.

This body, which subtly emitted an aura of a killer, couldn't possibly be cute.

"They're both terrible."

"It's my mistake."

Jeonni took out a notebook and wrote something down.

"What are you writing?"

"I was writing that the Lady dislikes dresses."

After all, this was a fantasy world, and it was natural for young ladies to wear dresses.

However, there were dresses that were more convenient for activities.

"This one will do."

Among the dresses in the wardrobe, she chose the one with fewer accessories and a simpler design.

Throughout this, Viola constantly doubted and was on guard.

Suddenly, a date?

Jeonni asked her out.

He said there was a place in the Winter Castle that sold very delicious 'Egg Tarts.'

The menu had only one item. People even came from the southern end to eat these Egg Tarts.

In fact, Viola knew. These Egg Tarts were a famous specialty of the Winter Castle.

'There must be some kind of gimmick.'

There definitely would be, but she didn't know what.

So she didn't relax.

'But I want to eat them.'

Viola's seven-year-old body couldn't resist the food cravings of 21-year-old Han Arin.

Han Arin, at 21, was originally someone with a strong appetite.

Not being able to eat delicious things in her childhood was a kind of trauma for her.

After turning 20, she indulged in the things she wanted to eat.

She even had to take digestive medicine because of indigestion.

The 21-year-old mind's appetite was too much for the seven-year-old body to handle.

And Egg Tarts!

The gap between her body and mind grew, and her body strongly craved the Egg Tarts.

Her appetite was rising.

'This is a date invitation I can't refuse!'

Jeonni, wearing white gloves, extended his hand to Viola, who was in a white dress.

"I will escort you, Lady."

"Okay."

Viola was excited. In the novel, it was described as a heavenly taste.

'Just-baked golden Egg Tarts sprinkled with cinnamon.

She took a bite of the warm Egg Tart.'

The description was roughly like this.

'Instantly, the warm and fluffy texture filled her mouth, and the soft sweetness spread through her veins to the tips of her toes...'

With Jeonni, they went to the famous Egg Tart shop in Azulegia.

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In the end, the Egg Tarts were a success.

'Wow, they really are delicious!'

A deep sense of happiness welled up in her chest.

At this moment, she felt that even if she died after eating this, she would have no regrets.

The description of the sweetness spreading from her mouth to her toes was not an exaggeration.

'Yes! This is life.'

It was the first time she felt happy since being possessed. She felt that being possessed was a good thing.

However, everyone in the pastry shop stood up.

'Huh?'

Suddenly, the atmosphere became solemn. People placed their right hands on their chests, as if saluting a flag. It was a custom of showing respect.

The Duke of Thousand Killers, Heron Bellatu, walked in.

Everyone in the pastry shop put down their Egg Tarts and bowed their heads respectfully.

People in the Winter Castle revered Heron Bellatu.

Reverence.

It was a sacred fear or devout respect, not out of fear or terror, but out of recognition of a glorious figure.

The people of the Winter Castle had reverence in their eyes.

Their eyes reflected both fear and respect for the great ruler of the Winter Castle.

They kept their right hands on their chests and bowed their heads, maintaining this posture towards the ruler of the Winter Castle.

The atmosphere became quiet.

No one dared to eat Egg Tarts in front of the Duke of Thousand Killers.

It was the minimum courtesy and respect shown to the ruler by the residents.

However, there was one person who didn't show this courtesy and respect.

Crunch!

Someone was eating an Egg Tart.

The sound was loud in the silent environment.

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Viola was flustered.

'Uh...?'

She needed to stand up, but her body wouldn't move.

The only things moving were her hand and mouth reaching for the Egg Tart.

'I need to move?'

Crunch!

Her body, in a hurry, put a whole one in her mouth.

Her cheeks puffed up.

The yellow cream, like egg custard, stuck to her lips.

Munch, munch.

She tasted the sweet happiness.

For a very short moment.

For about 2 seconds, Viola experienced heaven.

'Ah... so delicious...'

And that heaven was short-lived.

A 2-second heaven.

The atmosphere became cold.

'This is bad.'

Her body stiffened.

Everyone else had stood up and shown respect, but she alone was munching on the Egg Tart, making a loud noise.

She could feel the gaze of Duke Heron and the crowd.

'Ah, this, well, it's not that I'm disrespectful...'

Viola wanted to cry.

Everyone was looking at her.

Some were glaring at her.

Some faces showed shock.

To see a child sitting calmly and savoring an Egg Tart in the presence of the ruler of the Winter Castle.

What kind of etiquette education did she receive? That's what their eyes seemed to say.

Viola wanted to cry.

'It's not that my body isn't listening to me...'

This seven-year-old body was very vulnerable to sleep, food, and bathroom urges.

Especially in such a situation.

The gap between the 21-year-old mind of Han Arin and the seven-year-old body of Viola was significant.

Han Arin, who grew up in an orphanage, had an extraordinary appetite for 'sweet desserts.'

She knew how delicious and high-quality these Egg Tarts were.

Her mind strongly desired the Egg Tarts.

The seven-year-old body of Viola couldn't resist the intense desire of the 21-year-old mind.

Viola's body, though talented as a powerful killer, had no resistance to sweet desserts.

'Sigh.'

She didn't know why Duke Heron appeared here.

Somehow, it felt like a date.

That couldn't be.

She felt deceived by Jeonni.

'If I stand up late and suddenly greet him, it might backfire.'

She thought to herself.

He's my favorite character!

I know my favorite character best! I'll eat calmly.

She took a deep breath.

'Pretend not to be flustered! I'll act composed!'

Duke Heron moved and slightly raised his hand.

Only then did people sit down.

They lowered their voices and cautiously continued their conversations.

Duke Heron sat in front of Viola.

Viola slightly bowed her head.

"Hello?"

She saw the expressionless face of Duke Heron.

Again, the gap between the 21-year-old mind of Han Arin and the seven-year-old body of Viola widened.

'He's really handsome.'

On the first day of possession, she was too overwhelmed.

She didn't have the chance to properly appreciate his good looks.

But now, she understood.

There was nothing wrong with the novel's description.

"Many young ladies tried to win Heron's heart.

In society, the popularity of the ridiculous book '101 Ways to Capture Heron Bellatu's Heart' soared."

Han Arin, at 21, had met many people and seen many good-looking faces on TV and phones. This made her feel it even more.

'Insane beauty.'

His messy black bangs.

Sharp eyes visible under the fallen bangs.

His black eyes, which held a mysterious aura, exuded a charm that went beyond sensuality, almost demonic.

His sharp nose and even sharper jawline seemed to reveal his keen sensitivity.

Was he like a lily with venomous thorns?

A flower that, despite knowing it would kill you if you touched it, you couldn't help but reach out to because of its beauty.

'How can a person look like that?'

Viola pinched her thigh slightly.

She knew her father was handsome, but she needed to focus.

Her opponent was the Duke of Thousand Killers, Heron Bellatu.

She almost looked at him as if she were a fan in the real world.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

It seemed she had already been staring.

"Is it impolite to look at the face of the person who will become my father?"

She debated whether to use formal or informal speech, but with so many people around, she decided to use formal speech.

"It is impolite."

"Why?"

"Because he is not just someone who will become your father, but already is your father."

The head butler Carlton