Chapter 39

Tundra had taken on the role of an adopted daughter a bit too well. She bowed her head lightly towards the Third Prince, Kun, who was approaching.

The Third Prince, Kun, would now begin his official duties and spend most of his time outside the Winter Castle.

It was hard to see him within the duchy.

'I sense an ominous aura.'

He didn't seem to have come here with good intentions.

He resembled a hyena eyeing its prey.

Thud, thud.

The distance between them grew closer.

"Ah, are you that, Viola's toy? Or, a mongrel dog?"

"..."

"Usually, dogs bow deeply when they see their master, don't they?"

Tundra didn't back down from the Third Prince Kun's intimidating presence.

Her gaze was different from when she was in front of Viola.

"My master is Lady Viola. Prince."

Tundra, who maintained the bare minimum of etiquette, lifted her head to look at the Third Prince.

It was known that the Third Prince Kun had already surpassed the skills of a regular imperial knight.

"So, you can't bow to me?"

Ha.

He burst into a mocking laugh.

"Both the master and the dog are amusing creatures."

"What brings you here?"

"Do I have an obligation to report that to you?"

"No, but I'm surprised. Isn't this the first time the Third Prince has come here? And you smell a lot of blood."

"So what?"

"I thought it wasn't proper for a noble to meet someone while reeking of blood. Am I wrong?"

Indeed, Kun's body emitted a strong smell of blood.

Though she wasn't sure, it seemed he had killed many people or monsters.

Upon closer inspection, there was red blood on the cuffs of his sleeves.

Kun smiled and said, "Don't butt in, mongrel dog."

"..."

"Know your place."

"Where did you learn about human etiquette, a dog?"

Kun lightly touched Tundra's shoulder.

It looked like he was brushing off dust.

"Dogs should just wag their tails and bark when they see their master."

Tundra's eyes narrowed.

But she couldn't cause a commotion here.

'Lady Viola is in the next room.'

She couldn't lose control in front of her master.

A hunting dog only bites its prey when commanded.

"Hey, Tundra."

"Yes, Third Prince."

Kun grinned.

"Bark."

Tundra remained silent, looking at Kun.

She wasn't particularly angry. Tundra's dream was to be a companion dog, and she didn't find it uncomfortable to be called a dog.

"Come on, bark. Woof woof."

Tundra didn't speak.

This seemed to irritate Kun.

Even the life in her eyes was annoying to him.

"Woof woof. Bark for me."

"I'll say it again. You are the Third Prince of Bellato, but you are not my master."

"That's true. Well taught. Good attitude."

Kun grinned again.

"Since it's a request, how about you do it more politely? What do you want me to do for you?"

"Stop embarrassing yourself in front of the butlers and maids, and leave my room quietly."

Kun flinched for a moment.

"There are no butlers here."

Kun turned his head.

His neck twisted abnormally, 180 degrees.

He looked behind him.

At the end of the corridor, a maid was standing.

"There's a maid there. If it's embarrassing in front of the maid..."

He grinned.

"Then get rid of the maid. Right? Then no one will see."

Kun's body emitted a killing aura.

***

Viola's gaze fell on Tundra.

Saliva was dripping down Tundra's cheek.

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

'You damn...'

It was Strong Jun's face.

The Third Prince, a piece of trash, had spat on that face.

"Come here."

Viola gestured to Tundra.

Tundra, who had been focused on Viola with all her senses, ran to her.

Viola met Tundra's eyes.

Tundra flinched.

Being spat on.

Being humiliated.

None of that mattered.

'Ah...'

Just meeting her eyes felt good.

If she had a tail, it would have wagged gently.

'These are my lady's eyes.'

In the lavender eyes, Tundra's own face was reflected.

Meanwhile, Viola felt dizzy.

'I'm dizzy.'

Meanwhile, Kun strode towards the maid.

The maid looked terrified.

Her legs trembled, and cold sweat streamed down her face.

"Aa... Save...!"

An involuntary moan escaped her lips.

Her mind went blank.

A white breath escaped Viola's lips.

"Trash filled with inferiority complex."

Kun flinched.

He turned around.

Viola's eyes were red.

'This is it.'

This is what he wanted to see.

Viola, who had disappeared, was what he wanted to see.

Not the White Bellato.

The Black Bellato.

'Beautiful.'

Was this the killing aura?

A very special star recorded only in history books.

A human born with the killing aura.

Kun turned his body.

He looked at Viola.

Viola's body had vanished.

Kun hastily swung his sword.

"Ugh, fast."

Viola's dagger met Kun's greatsword.

At that moment,

Viola's body moved like it was sliding.

Kun read her movement.

'Elegant.

Elegant and fast.

'She's ten, right?'

She's ten.

But her movements were fast.

'Even our great sister Medea wasn't this good at ten.'

Then,

Kun took a step back and swung his sword widely.

"Bellato's First Sword Style, Chapter 1. Pentagram."

A grayish aura seemed to seep from Kun's greatsword, and a pentagram sword formation was created and disappeared.

Viola's body was thrown back.

Viola spun three times in the air and landed back in place.

Blood trickled from the corner of Viola's mouth.

"At ten, a child who hasn't learned Bellato's sword style to this extent. Heh heh heh. Oh, right. I was defending. You attacked, and you got hurt because of the rebound. Got it? I didn't use violence intentionally."

"Whatever. There are no witnesses, so it doesn't matter."

There was a huge physical impact.

The shock brought Viola back to her senses.

'Really, even the real Viola can't do this?'

Indeed, the purebloods of the Bellato family were monsters.

Ten-year-old Viola couldn't defeat nineteen-year-old Third Prince Kun.

Kun even told her what technique he used.

He had the leisure to teach her sword styles while moving.

Anyway, Kun seemed to be in a good mood.

"I prepared a gift to commemorate meeting my sister."

He opened a subspace and took something out.

Drip, drip.

Blood dripped.

It was a cat, bleeding profusely.

It was barely alive.

Kun carelessly tossed the cat.

The cat landed at Viola's feet.

The cat twitched in pain.

It looked up at Viola with pitiful eyes, barely breathing.

Viola's heart ached.

'It's too late to heal it.'

She raised the dagger she was holding.

...Rest in peace.'

After three years of possession, this was not difficult for her.

She sent the cat, which was struggling to breathe, to a place where it wouldn't hurt anymore.

She shifted her gaze to Tundra.

Tundra's chest was heaving.

She seemed to be breathing heavily and trying to control her anger.

"Tundra, are you okay?"

There was one way to calm Tundra.

"Wait."

Tundra was like a puppy.

Her body stiffened, like a puppy waiting for its prey.

'Frustrated.'

She couldn't do anything even though she was right there.

She felt so frustrated that she wanted to cry.

Viola understood Tundra's feelings but didn't show it.

Viola spoke.

"Really, it's a pity, brother."

"Indeed. Why did the youngest with such outstanding talent choose the White Bellato? Was that Bellato a coward?"

Viola shook her head.

"That's not what I mean by pity."

Viola wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and slowly walked over.

She stood right in front of Kun and whispered softly.

"Our first meeting is a pity. F*ck you."

At the same time, someone appeared from far away.

They were emitting a storm-like aura.

"You have a very wrong way of greeting."

Viola smiled.

"Isn't that right, brother?"

She hadn't survived for three years for nothing.

Now, the tables were turning.